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I felt tears welling in my eyes as I watched Yavara’s orange irises fade to blue, her black streak of Pissing hair growing peeing lighter by the second. I failed, and my own failure would doom us both. My mind drifted to a corner of Zander’s brain, where his fate was throbbing against my skull. The pain in my temple was no longer a mild annoyance; it was becoming excruciating. I’m so sorry, Zander. Brock’s gruff voice broke through my misery-induced trance. “Just shove it in her, my queen. You remember how she was last night; Yavara doesn’t want you to ask for consent, this little slut wants to be taken.” Brock punctuated his statement by reaching between Yavara’s legs and spreading her frothing pussy with his fingers, eliciting a cry of protest from the elf. A devilish grin curled from the corners of my lips. My feminine sentimentality faded as my new masculine urges took hold of me, and I movie grabbed Yavara by the hips, and violently thrusted, not stopping until my balls slapped against her taint. Yavara let out a shrill busty scream, her hands curling to fists, her neck striating with pain; but was I moaning. Yavara was tight and wet around me, her tender sheath sucking on my shaft as if trying to milk my loins. I could feel Brock moving on the other side of her vaginal floor, his motions brutally repetitive, each drive causing Yavara’s cunt to flex around me, pulling me deeper. I looked up into her eyes, their blue depths wrought with pain and Brunette horror. “W-w-why did you do that?!” She blubbered, “I told you not to! Now I will never get to return home!” I leaned forward until my eyes were inches from her own. Her round breasts pressed into mine, my hard nipples drinking in the movie silky feel of her bodice. “What will you do?” I took off work early Thursday and I brought my limited stuff over from my old place. waist band and put his thumb peeing into it and began to push # Fully face spitting includes spit into eye He asked if the DVD’s presented an actual and true Pissing portrait of what had occurred. She cried Brunette out as the sharp metal teeth bit into her sensitive flesh. ‘Mmm Darius, I need those back...I don’t have another, mmm, pair.’ She stretched out her hand, waving it about, trying to catch her underwear. Audrey stammered. Once again, she uses one of her fingernails to cut the clear tape that is holding it together. I refuse to become a monster like that.” I bend at the waist and put my hands on the mattress, curving my back and sticking my sore red ass out. “There is also a 45 percent chance that she really doesn’t want me to leave. When I had half of busty him inside me, I began slowly fucking him, just like I did with Sir Galahad. He’s what this city has been craving for ages: a vigilante savior, turning back the tide of crime and giving criminals something to fear. Oliver stared a moment at Elsie. "Well all I know is Carol thinks you did something wrong," she said. I don’t know if you noticed, but I stopped taking showers. “Yes and no. I figured if my uncle and I were born in the same area, it stood to reason I might have been born in the same hospital and maybe, however unlikely, there might be someone on staff who worked here back then. “Hold on, I’m still adjusting.”