"Apparently, I do . . . " Letting your legs down to rest on my thighs, still exposing your dripping pussy to my eyes, I slide a finger toward your wet opening, "May I have a taste?"
Before she can answer the troll kicks down the door and puts a boot into the old mans face. He picks him up by the belt loops and easily tosses him out the front door. Heather has a look of fear on her face until the troll pulls out his troll cock and offers her a drink from the hose. Heather then inhales the girthy troll cock and bobs up and down until the troll drops a load on her face.
Yes you may heather answers as she parts her pussy for you. Her juices have made her upper thighs slick, dampening her stocking tops. "Do you like what you see?" She asks her toes pointed in the air like a ballerina
Dipping my finger into your dripping slit, I coat a finger, bring it to my mouth and enjoy the taste of fresh nectar that we have created this morning.
"Is there anything else I can do for this this monring; or, prehaps, I should come back this afternoon before you are bombarded with 'mommy' stuff from the kids."
As I continually kick the old man in the face, he fades into a unconsciousness. That's when the troll decides that heathers butthole is mire interesting than her feet. The troll spits a snotty loogie onto his cock in preparation for heathers butthole...