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<blockquote data-quote="hemalsilva" data-source="post: 18364952" data-attributes="member: 7335"><p>pothen upata ganna ladi <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/cool.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":cool:" title="Cool :cool:" data-shortname=":cool:" /></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>"</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>Ramsay smiled his wet smile. “Does she make your cock hard, Reek? Is it straining against your</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>laces? Would you like to fuck her first?” He laughed. “The Prince of Winterfell should have that right, as</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>all lords did in days of old. The first night. But you’re no lord, are you? Only Reek. Not even a man, truth</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>be told.” He took another gulp of wine, then threw the cup across the room to shatter off a wall. Red</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>rivers ran down across the stone. “Lady Arya. Get on the bed. Yes, against the pillows, that’s a good</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>wife. Now spread your legs. Let us see your cunt.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>" The girl obeyed, wordless. Theon took a step back toward the door. Lord Ramsay sat beside his</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>bride, slid his hand along her inner thigh, then jammed two fingers up inside her. The girl let out a gasp</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>of pain. “You’re dry as an old bone.” Ramsay pulled his hand free and slapped her face. “I was told that</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>you’d know how to please a man. Was that a lie?”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>“N-no, my lord. I was t-trained.”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>Ramsay rose, the firelight shining on his face. “Reek, get over here. Get her ready for me.”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>For a moment he did not understand. “I … do you mean … m’lord, I have no … I …”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>“With your mouth,” Lord Ramsay said. “And be quick about it. If she’s not wet by the time I’m</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>done disrobing, I will cut off that tongue of yours and nail it to the wall.”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>Somewhere in the godswood, a raven screamed. The dagger was still in his hand.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>He sheathed it.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>Reek, my name is Reek, it rhymes with weak. Reek bent to his task.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong></strong></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="hemalsilva, post: 18364952, member: 7335"] pothen upata ganna ladi :cool: [SIZE="3"][B]" 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. [/B][/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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