uunan maara huththek banරැම්සි කැ*යා සන්සර අරිනවා ග්රේජෝයි ඉස්සරහ. නොදකින්
karima kathawa ekaŦĦĔ ƦȆƉǾӾ;18364614 said:"The dwarf lives until we find a cock merchant."

uunan maara huththek ban
pothe oyita hapanlu

appaahpothen upata ganna ladi
"
Ramsay smiled his wet smile. “Does she make your cock hard, Reek? Is it straining against your
laces? Would you like to fuck her first?” He laughed. “The Prince of Winterfell should have that right, as
all lords did in days of old. The first night. But you’re no lord, are you? Only Reek. Not even a man, truth
be told.” He took another gulp of wine, then threw the cup across the room to shatter off a wall. Red
rivers ran down across the stone. “Lady Arya. Get on the bed. Yes, against the pillows, that’s a good
wife. Now spread your legs. Let us see your cunt.
”
" The girl obeyed, wordless. Theon took a step back toward the door. Lord Ramsay sat beside his
bride, slid his hand along her inner thigh, then jammed two fingers up inside her. The girl let out a gasp
of pain. “You’re dry as an old bone.” Ramsay pulled his hand free and slapped her face. “I was told that
you’d know how to please a man. Was that a lie?”
“N-no, my lord. I was t-trained.”
Ramsay rose, the firelight shining on his face. “Reek, get over here. Get her ready for me.”
For a moment he did not understand. “I … do you mean … m’lord, I have no … I …”
“With your mouth,” Lord Ramsay said. “And be quick about it. If she’s not wet by the time I’m
done disrobing, I will cut off that tongue of yours and nail it to the wall.”
Somewhere in the godswood, a raven screamed. The dagger was still in his hand.
He sheathed it.
Reek, my name is Reek, it rhymes with weak. Reek bent to his task.



pothen upata ganna ladi
"
Ramsay smiled his wet smile. “Does she make your cock hard, Reek? Is it straining against your
laces? Would you like to fuck her first?” He laughed. “The Prince of Winterfell should have that right, as
all lords did in days of old. The first night. But you’re no lord, are you? Only Reek. Not even a man, truth
be told.” He took another gulp of wine, then threw the cup across the room to shatter off a wall. Red
rivers ran down across the stone. “Lady Arya. Get on the bed. Yes, against the pillows, that’s a good
wife. Now spread your legs. Let us see your cunt.
”
" The girl obeyed, wordless. Theon took a step back toward the door. Lord Ramsay sat beside his
bride, slid his hand along her inner thigh, then jammed two fingers up inside her. The girl let out a gasp
of pain. “You’re dry as an old bone.” Ramsay pulled his hand free and slapped her face. “I was told that
you’d know how to please a man. Was that a lie?”
“N-no, my lord. I was t-trained.”
Ramsay rose, the firelight shining on his face. “Reek, get over here. Get her ready for me.”
For a moment he did not understand. “I … do you mean … m’lord, I have no … I …”
“With your mouth,” Lord Ramsay said. “And be quick about it. If she’s not wet by the time I’m
done disrobing, I will cut off that tongue of yours and nail it to the wall.”
Somewhere in the godswood, a raven screamed. The dagger was still in his hand.
He sheathed it.
Reek, my name is Reek, it rhymes with weak. Reek bent to his task.




pothen upata ganna ladi
"
Ramsay smiled his wet smile. “Does she make your cock hard, Reek? Is it straining against your
laces? Would you like to fuck her first?” He laughed. “The Prince of Winterfell should have that right, as
all lords did in days of old. The first night. But you’re no lord, are you? Only Reek. Not even a man, truth
be told.” He took another gulp of wine, then threw the cup across the room to shatter off a wall. Red
rivers ran down across the stone. “Lady Arya. Get on the bed. Yes, against the pillows, that’s a good
wife. Now spread your legs. Let us see your cunt.
”
" The girl obeyed, wordless. Theon took a step back toward the door. Lord Ramsay sat beside his
bride, slid his hand along her inner thigh, then jammed two fingers up inside her. The girl let out a gasp
of pain. “You’re dry as an old bone.” Ramsay pulled his hand free and slapped her face. “I was told that
you’d know how to please a man. Was that a lie?”
“N-no, my lord. I was t-trained.”
Ramsay rose, the firelight shining on his face. “Reek, get over here. Get her ready for me.”
For a moment he did not understand. “I … do you mean … m’lord, I have no … I …”
“With your mouth,” Lord Ramsay said. “And be quick about it. If she’s not wet by the time I’m
done disrobing, I will cut off that tongue of yours and nail it to the wall.”
Somewhere in the godswood, a raven screamed. The dagger was still in his hand.
He sheathed it.
Reek, my name is Reek, it rhymes with weak. Reek bent to his task.
WTF?
රැම්සි කැ*යා සන්සර අරිනවා ග්රේජෝයි ඉස්සරහ. නොදකින්

MANASIKAWA WATUNA THAMA BALUWETH NAMANASIKAWA WATUNA THAMA BALUWETH NA


pothen upata ganna ladi
"
Ramsay smiled his wet smile. “Does she make your cock hard, Reek? Is it straining against your
laces? Would you like to fuck her first?” He laughed. “The Prince of Winterfell should have that right, as
all lords did in days of old. The first night. But you’re no lord, are you? Only Reek. Not even a man, truth
be told.” He took another gulp of wine, then threw the cup across the room to shatter off a wall. Red
rivers ran down across the stone. “Lady Arya. Get on the bed. Yes, against the pillows, that’s a good
wife. Now spread your legs. Let us see your cunt.
”
" The girl obeyed, wordless. Theon took a step back toward the door. Lord Ramsay sat beside his
bride, slid his hand along her inner thigh, then jammed two fingers up inside her. The girl let out a gasp
of pain. “You’re dry as an old bone.” Ramsay pulled his hand free and slapped her face. “I was told that
you’d know how to please a man. Was that a lie?”
“N-no, my lord. I was t-trained.”
Ramsay rose, the firelight shining on his face. “Reek, get over here. Get her ready for me.”
For a moment he did not understand. “I … do you mean … m’lord, I have no … I …”
“With your mouth,” Lord Ramsay said. “And be quick about it. If she’s not wet by the time I’m
done disrobing, I will cut off that tongue of yours and nail it to the wall.”
Somewhere in the godswood, a raven screamed. The dagger was still in his hand.
He sheathed it.
Reek, my name is Reek, it rhymes with weak. Reek bent to his task.
