"So, what's her deal?"
Plap~ plap~ plap~
"Aaah~ aah~ w-who's deal? Aaah~ mhmm~"
Her tits were bouncing like wild balloons in missionary, nipples glistening in the lantern light, smacking gently against Rae's chest every time he pounded in.
"That dumbass servant of the Ice Princess. Turn around. Now."
"..."
"...what?"
Rae smirked, hips still rolling like a seasoned pervert on a mission.
"...umm… no."
she puffed, cheeks red as cherries, head whipping to the side in bratty defiance.
"I don't think I will turn around for you. Hmpf!"
Rae chuckled—a dangerous chuckle.
Then came the combo attack:
Slap! Slap! Squeeeeeze~
Slurp~ slurp~ schlick!
"—MMHM~~ WAIT! WAIT! OKAY! I'LL TURN! I'LL TURN AROUND!"
It was a breezy, quiet night—the second since Rae had proven himself as the true Goblin King.
Alice, though? Still hadn't let Alex inside her tent.
Not a peep. Not a "come in." Not even a "go fuck yourself."
