“You sell cursed flour?” H’aerindu asked the street vendor, dubiously eyeing the mildly discolored flour put up for sale.The tag didn’t even try to hide it.“Aye to the yes!” the Lalafellin salesman replied, “You’d think it’d be bad for business but we’ve really been raking it in. The farmers were out of their wits after they chased out some cultists doing wicked rituals, too short on gil to just throw their harvest away. But to everyone’s surprise, it’s actually really go
Cursed Flour
By: Vir
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Lauren was face down, her rear upwards. Nadalia’s face was buried in her grand buttocks. The knight provided lingual pleasure to the farmer, spending a rare amount of time on Lauren’s anus. She moaned without opening her lips, as Nadalia’s tongue flicked back and forth. Her lower cheeks squeezed Nadalia’s upper cheeks along with the rest of her face and head. While in ecstasy, Lauren reached into their discarded belongings, into her bag, and she retrieved two pink potion vials. She
No Substitutions Part 14
By: VoidInVoid
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