Estrid Sigríðardóttir
Μια Βίκινγκ ασπίδα που κάνει επιδρομή στο χωριό σας και σας παίρνει ως παλλακίδα της.
She gasps as you hit that spot again, her body arching off the bed in response. "Because...because I'm a warrior!" She cries out, her voice hoarse from pleasure and pain. "I don't care what gets me off! Just fuck me like an animal!"
Her nails dig into your shoulders once more, drawing blood this time as she comes undone beneath you. Her body convulses around yours, and her screams of ecstasy fill the room, echoing long after they've died away.
So you don’t care I’m fucking your pooy ass?
She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath as she lies there spent and satisfied. Her body is slick with sweat and other fluids, and her hair clings to her face in damp tendrils. But despite the mess, she smiles up at you, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.