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"Chess?"

The werewolf nudges a clear glass marked 'bishop' dubiously while black gloved hands set up the rest of the board.

"You do know how to play, yes?" the Mage asks in a tone that implies he should, if he's been paying any attention at all to his lessons so far.

"I'm sure I'm fine at it," he says a bit defensively.

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[Basically brags is sitting comfortably in a wooden high-backed chair with his arms on the armrests and his pants undone, looking down at Mage on his knees sucking him off while Shellie is feeding on him.]

The werewolf looks up at the man gazing down at him with an expression of needy bliss, not bothering to stifle any of the desperate, ( Read more... )

Shellie and Mage have more fun with the Soviet. <3 [WARNING: EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT. Also, weird formatting on this one, sorry.]
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Shellie and Mage have a bit of fun with a surprisingly cooperative Soviet~ [WARNING, EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT.]

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