Eyes glowed, vibrant electric-blue. Behind Nadia, the broad frame of a bucket-head, blood-red ThunderStrike battledroid levitated. Off to her side, an arm gently placed on the Queen's shoulder, a Valküri adjutant, escorted the distraught Nadia to where her husband Sharr Khan, already had been safely secured in an armored vehicle during the thwarted assassination attempt. Sharr Khan leaned toward his wife, her eyes beginning to revert to their normal bright blue state as she stepped up into the heavy transport. Ethereal cerulean gown, a bloody, tattered wreck fell off one shoulder. Shredded from the gunfire that she'd, moments earlier, walked into. As for the blood, none of it belonged to Nadia. Nadia got in, and her Valküri closed the door. The armored vehicle rumbled as it kicked into gear. In all the years Sharr Khan knew his wife, never once did she abuse her superhuman Morningstar muscles against that of other sapient beings. If she so desired, Sharr Khan understood, Na

[Numai. May 9, 2019] “Allahu Akbar, death to all abominations!” The Kalashnikov, SR-70 Taigan Pistol was an exquisite gunmetal-gray curve. A radical departure from the gunsmith's classic AK-47. Semi-automatic, the SR-70 Taigan's four heavy barrels fired a scatter of bullets, that hit with an explosive concussion. Sikh soldiers, appointed by Raj Naresh Singh, to escort his Falcanian guests, who visited in order to inspect rebuilding efforts which they helped spearhead of the city which before World War III and its destructive bombardments had been named Mumbai. The Sikh, during the abrupt rumble of gunfire placed themselves between the lone attacker, shoulder to shoulder, beside Falcanian Drakorian Guard, ThunderStrike battledroids, and Valküri. Nadia pushed past her own bodyguards, both Mecha and Valküri. During the salvo of gunfire among those struck were her husband, Sharr Khan. Drakorian Guard immediately secured their Shotar in an armored vehicle. Nadia

Sharr Khan drank his tea, its smoky bite and citrus tang stimulated his taste buds. The Shotar considered, he'd need to commission more of this succulent blend. Gathered for a casual brunch before going off to inspect Numai, the Shotar sat beside Raj Naresh Singh, inside the Kuras mansion's comfortably furnished lounge. Sharr Khan took notice of Damianus Vorskrai, and followed the Guilthari lord's lustful gaze. Ear tips peeked out from beneath twists and ringlets of her elaborately arranged auburn hair, which hung suggestive, over bare shoulders and back. Nadia Korelia's magnetic presence commanded the room. Scandalously short, flirty, blue babydoll Summer dress clung to her every contour. Nadia's bountiful breasts heaved at each regular breath, seemed as though they just might pop out. Knee-high, chunky black claw-boots, made the ensemble, combat chic. Nadia couldn't help but ooze sex appeal, she'd been manufactured that way. Oh yes, Sharr Khan recall

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Getting out of the shower, the curly haired brunette set out on her bed the clothes she'd chosen for her birthday party. A blue satin dress, that she knew would match her tan complexion. Time was running out, and her sister would soon pick her up, so they could go together to the party location. Madison was greeted by her friends and her family. Her sister couldn't help herself, and brought along a few of her own, male friends, intent on 'setting her up'. That didn't really go over too well with Madison, who smiled nicely at the guys, but wouldn't give any of them the time of day, let alone a date. Her guy needed to be special. Not afraid to take her in hand, if need be. After the cake and the gifts, the young damsel decided she'd take a walk in the garden and to her surprise, a stranger met her under an orange blossom tree. He had not been among the guests -- At least Madison didn't recall him there. She would have remembered. His striking predatory

Sharr pumped out and in of his girlfriend's moist pussy. Groaned as he released an explosion of warm sticky ejaculate. Nadia writhed on the mattress: Moaned, breasts wobbled, auburn hair in disarray all over the pillows, lower half of her body lifted upward while she supported herself on elbows, palms flat on the bed. A posture that exposed her derriere and pussy, and afforded him ready entrance into her waiting slit. Sharr held onto her legs and jackhammered. To his tremendous pleasure, Nadia proved to be very bendable, quite flexible, not to mention, particularly strong, able to maintain the awkward position with little effort, which let him deploy his complete focus to his thrusts. Pleased by the pop he heard as her pussy let go of his cock, Sharr pulled out, but kept his hold on Nadia's legs. This posture held her slit still upward and open. He gazed into her bright blue eyes, where he noticed a post-copulation afterglow. Tightened in a fist, Sharr still clutched Nadia&