I stood in Kosta's reeking forge, spear in hand, hating every inch of the old, black, bald, fat, ugly weapon smith. 'Your tricks end here, Kosta,' I snapped, voice sharp as my blade. 'That 'ancient spear' was a lie to lure me.' He chuckled, sweat already beading on his bald head. 'Kassandra, warrior queen, the spear is real—but the ritual demands more. Your hatred makes the magic stronger.' I laughed, defiant and strong. 'You think I'll submit to your fist-sized cock? I'm no fool, but if it's as huge and hard as rumors say, I'll take what I want and leave you panting.' Despite myself, I grew horny watching his bulge. He pulled me close; we shared kiss after deep, lingering kiss, tongues clashing in heat. My pussy grew wet, dripping down my thighs. 'Kiss me harder, you ugly bastard,' I commanded, not submissive for a second. I shoved his fat body back, grabbed his massive hard cock, and gave him a wet blowjob, sucking with control. He panted, 'Your ass feels divine grinding on me.' 'Silence,' I retorted wittily, 'or I'll make you cum first.' I straddled him, lowering my dripping pussy onto that fist-sized cock, riding hard while we kissed endlessly. Sweating bodies slammed together until we both came, cum flooding me as I claimed every thrust.
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