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“What!” she blurted, as she quickly grabbed for her clothes. The man, creature-thing, had jumped high in the air when she soaked him/it, and twisted full circle before landing on his/its feet and hands. She pulled the shirt on quickly and without getting up, stabbed her feet through the legs of her cargo shorts, sliding them up and over her hips, fastening them facial tight. There was no time to worry about the panties. The creature studied her, his face wet with her ejaculation. She watched his impossibly long tongue slide out of his mouth to lick his own jowls to taste it. cumshot Tasting her. “Holy fuck,” she whispered as she slid her boots on and laced them, shooting quick glances up at the creature to make sure it stayed put. His tongue, she thought. It wasn’t a dream. This thing had violated her. Raped her with his tongue. Had brought her to orgasm. This soup of emotions she was trying to swim through did not offer either the clarity or the sweetness she had felt while in the waters of the Yamani. These waters were thick and dark she was treading, and she was afraid she might sink under its surface never to be seen again. She forced herself to stand, her legs shaking from the unwelcome spasms that had ripped through her body. She could see now that this creature was, in fact, a man. Perhaps a juvenile, for he was quite small. She glanced down at her pack; she carried a Glock .9mm with her on these trips and wondered if she could dig it out of the side pocket before the creature could react. She decided against making any movement at all. Instead, she observed and meticulously noted every aspect of the man, just as he was studying her not five yards away. Mikayla had read all teen the stories about the Dogmen of the Yamani but gave them as much credence as Bigfoot in the Pacific Northwest, or the Yeti of the Himalayas. Yet, this could be nothing but what had been described in those decrepit texts. What she saw was a big perfectly formed human male completely nude and hairless, except for the large bushy tail that twitched intermittently behind him. She could not tell the color of his skin because he had been painted stark white from head to toe, which set off the darkness of his eyes even more. He cocked his head from side to side as if to solve the riddle of who she was. What she was. He brought a hand up to his cheek and wiped some of her cum from his Brunette skin and then held it to his nose. She blushed then. And remembered how his tongue had driven her mad in the throes of her dream. She felt a glow of warmth radiate from her groin but quickly shook it off. “Fuck off, Mikayla,” she thought to herself. No time for this right now, this is no Turkish Bazaar. Suddenly, the creature bolted off with maddening speed, on all fours, tail straight out from his body giving him balance as he arced across the glade. How is it possible for a man to run like this, as fast as a greyhound, as graceful as an impala? He stopped a hundred yards from her and looked back, cocking his head again. And then he was running again, straight for her. Mikayla reached for the zipper on the side of her pack, with shaking fingers yanked it open and slid her hand inside to feel the grip of the pistol there. She pulled it out and chambered a round in a fluid, well trained movement and pointed the gun towards the creature. It stopped again. I didn't know what to say and teen she didn't seemed inclined to talk. I never want to break up with you. Breed me!” But if not for her auto-erotic responses to the invasion and the soft moan that escapes her. I looked down to see Susie's cumshot white pussy juice squelching out down the base of my fingers and into the palm of my hand, which was still wedged against the top of blondie's head, which in turn kept her pushed fully down on my twitching erection. Becky's pee slapped against the purple knob. The urge to get away was strong, compelling, and near irresistible. She didn`t know who she was, or what she was going to do next, but the old Grace was no more, so her belongings were of no consequence. With two wheels in the loose dirt and two on the track, Evan made it three wide. They turned back to me, caressing me, as Jim moved forward, and began kissing me again. Egyption Goddesses and wives to Ephus big No tears came the hood was too tight for that but her eyes watered. It was a great Brunette treat. Their bodies were strewn about an facial expansive floor; gyrating in debauched motions, wriggling in perverse heaves and bending in rows of arching backs. More of Sean's cum leaked out of my asshole. Despite that, I wasn't afraid of making a mistake.