I could smell the strong chemical fumes of the chloroform myself. ‘You’re feeling dizzy, so dizzy and dreamy and sleepy. Just breath in, feel the chloroform crawl into your longs and bedazzle your brain. Give in, doesn’t it feel good to give in, to relax, to let go.’ I sat up straight. I needed to get some fresh air myself, yet it was worth it. While my lightheadedness faded I saw her eyes, confused looking around, barely aware anymore. A brown hair seed of doubt was planted. My loins were throbbing, while kneeling over her I rubbed myself in between her legs. A quicky. I said myself. Only a quicky, then I would transfer her to the clinic, then I could live out any and all fantasies I wanted. I pushed up her skirt, pulled her panties and pantyhose aside and with my fingers I felt brunette her up. Her little moist smoking labia, rubbing, finding the entrance. Then I unzipped myself, I put the tip of my cock against the little babe opening of her vulva and trusted myself inside. She was tight and warm. I almost came to jerking orgasm, right then and there. I took a few deep breaths and started thrusting again. Some faint protests, the poor girl didn’t even know what she was protesting. "My head is, but smoking my penis took most of it." He saw the silhouette jerking of his father in the shower and he brown hair saw his father’s hard cock dancing. Do not interfere with her Jack. “I can't believe this!” she hissed. Thank you!” I brunette replied. He’s been a doll.” babe
When Mom’s lust had faded from me, I became dimly aware that there were more people in her safehouse than there were supposed to be. smoking Then I became very aware of it. Ten high-elves were lounging around in various stages of undress. There was a bulletin board full of groundbreaking research, unique books older than empires, and theological studies that would turn a priest’s head inside-out, but the women seemed much more interested in Mom’s dildo collection than any of that. I didn’t blame them. “Justina,” Sara asked me beside the bed, “how does this work?” She held up one of my own inventions. I noticed the woman had forsaken her cloak, and was naked save for crisscrossing sashes and belts that held enough knives to arm a battalion. Mom would approve. “You press the button, and twist the knob.” I replied. They hadn’t even chained me babe up. I guessed they thought I wasn’t enough of a threat, and it hurt to realize that they were right. The worst I could have done was tag two or three of them before the others had blades inside me, and even if there were only two or three of them, I doubted I would’ve tried anyway. I was a coward, plain and simple. I had none of my mother’s courage or skill to fight my way out of a situation, nor did I have her cunning and silver tongue to talk my way out of it. I was the situation’s bitch. Sara pressed the button and twisted the knob, and a double-ended contraption sprang outward, and began revving to rotate the penetrating and lubed lengths. Sara looked like I just showed her the cure for cancer (and I had to admit a certain amount of pride) and she squatted to immediately test the device. “So, Lucilla betrayed us.” I muttered. “Don’t feel too bad.” Sara gasped as she violated herself, “It’s a soft betrayal at worst. We did most of the work. God jerking this thing is great! Have you patented this yet?” “It’s pending.” I grumbled. Some of the women had gotten into my personal brown hair collection, which I wasn’t too happy about. They fucked each other with brunette my strap-ons, filled themselves with my plugs, and doused themselves with my lube. I’d have to wash every single one of those insertions in boiling water just to clean the bitch off them. Who was I kidding? But a couple of the nights, she just jerking wanted to cuddle brunette and nothing more. Re: Debt I guess she didn’t talk much. is this what you want?’ I liked fighting naked, iron cock hard, my most vulnerable part of me exposed, showing how little I feared my opponent. My hand shot down to grab the hilt of my short sword. brown hair “And, I, uh. "You help them." He smirked at his wife, “We don’t want her to catch you wearing her panties.” Your body must be ready for further use, after babe all. Her main problem was that she was semi-crippled, she had been smoking born with a badly deformed leg.
Comments (0)