Monster Vagina. Extreme piercing. Fisting

Fresh tears fell from her eyes from the pain and disgust of this man inside her, violating both her flesh and her soul. The worst part was not the agony, but the lack of it. Her body was reacting to his touch, his fingers slick with her building arousal. Her mind knew and feared what would come next, but her body was beginning to crave it, these simple touches just appetizers to inflame her sexual hunger. Finally, he pulled his fingers free and licked them clean. “My original plan didn’t include a victim, and I need to keep this coin raised to hold them back, but I suppose it would be rude of me to ravish you with the handicap of one of my hands occupied.” She looked through her tears, seeing him retrieve the silver knife, but rather than bringing it towards her, he raised it to his own face. She began to scream, praying that this was just a bad dream, for the sight before her was cutting through her soul the way the knife had cut through her flesh. Without losing his smile, he dug the tip of the blade under his right eyeball. It was an effortless movement, the man prying his eye right of its socket and severing the nerve. She could see him shivering, his body surely reacting to the wound he had just inflicted, but his soft laughter told her that any pain he felt was nothing short of euphoric. He cast the eyeball aside, and in its place, he wedged the coin into the socket, the mirror side facing out. He looked down on her and she could see her own tear-streaked face reflected in the glass. “There, now my hands are free and I can keep one eye on you and one eye on them—a figure of speech, of course.” “You’re insane,” she hissed. “On the contrary. Those who live in fear, those who break in the face of pain, they are the insane, as their minds are too weak to understand true control, true willpower. The gods bow to the power of fate, but fate bends to the will of tatoo man, and by my will, all of creation will be eclipsed. Besides, the loss of an eye is nothing compared to what I will soon gain.” He then removed his clothes, and seeing him in the nude, the woman gasped. He was even more muscular than she first thought, chiseled, even, but from head to toe, he was covered in scars, burns, and permanent bruises. He climbed onto the altar, kneeling between her spread legs. The moonlight shined on fisti his back, while she was kept in his shadow. He brushed his thumb along one of her cuts and then Brunette across her lips, reddening them with her blood fisting like lipstick. “Tell me, do you feel alive? Do you feel the power of your soul surging through you, the warmth of your blood permeating every cell? Do you feel the hardness of the stone, the bite of the rusty chains, the chill of the night air lapping at your skin? Savor those sensations, the bliss and the pain, for they are more precious than you realize.” He then forced himself inside her, offering her no warning or mercy. She cried out from the brutal penetration, feeling like his manhood was bigtits poisoning her. The sanctum of her body had been violated, her will and freedom ripped away. Hours ago, she had hoped, desired, to feel his cock subjugate her, for him to take her as he would, but that was back when she just thought he was an interesting man. Now she couldn’t tell who the true monster was; the undead abominations circling around them, or the man with a soul blacker than she ever thought possible. Once the man entered her, the demons around them gave shrieks that chilled her blood and gripped her heart, shrieks not meant for mortal ears. My tart musk rose through my nose. All you ever do these days is masturbate. The salty seasoning takes over my tastebuds. "Consumer surveys." “Why did you do that?!” I gasped. They had some goosebumps across them, as the fan started to cool them as it blew across their bodies. He came with great spurts in tatoo my ass. His cum fired into my depths. I peeked in the window and watched her get out of the tub and dry herself. fisti I was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. After my ninth or tenth orgasm I was starting to get worried – and fisting tired. I worked on a less obtrusive headset and the tablet interface for portable use, as well as a better graphical interface Brunette for the tablet. That's just great. Peter wondered. Looking up at him I said, Barbara looked over her shoulder to see my decision. I was nineteen years old now and Momma was fine with bigtits me living at home until I got married. “Are you still at the house?” I ask her. But her aching cunt was begging for him to bury his face between her legs. Later that week, Amy sent me pictures of Tom's massive cock inside my sweet Bella's pussy and I about came in my pants at work when I recieved them. We talked a bit about his family -- wife and two teenage kids. I don’t understand how that’s possible.” “Fuck, that's the best thing...better than fucking a pussy”, Jamal moaned, satisfied by the sensation that his first blowjob gave him. Two, Sir.” Even her voice sounded like it belonged to a sniveling worthless cunt to both the doctor and the nurse.