The Son Of Ragnar
One must see through the deceit of one's very own truth. Do you believe in the Old Gods? This story follows the life of a young African boy, who was ripped from the life he had known and thrown into an unforgiving one where a single mistake could cost him everything. Being branded a "thrall", he was to be sold but an unforeseen event swept him ashore in the heart of the Norsemen, the Vikings. What fate has the Gods chosen for this child? is it one of salvation or one of destruction? COVER IS OWNED BY ME!
General Njal's Release PT.2 [R+18]
Njal's face was soaked in her pussy juice, he could not breathe but this excited him.
Torvi was in the prime position to initiate a 69 act but she saw how Njal's dick was twitching and his precum becoming visibly through his trousers to show just how horny he was.
She began slowly grinding on his face, placing both her hands on his chest for support.
She moaned softly as her clit gently rubbed against his nose, but Njal was not going to allow her to have her way.
He was going to assault her from beneath and he did just that with his tongue, she was tight even with just his tongue, or was it because Njal had a slightly bigger tongue than most?
He started by gently licking her clit and Torvi's moans gradually amped up in volume; her voice was serene, a voice worthy for the ears of the gods.
"Fuck Njal! Keep going…!" Torvi said, her grinding becoming even more erratic, moving it in a circular motion.