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Even after three days, I still walked with a slight Brunette limp; a constant reminder of Brandon’s wonderful version of divine retribution. I rested my head on his shoulder, and stared up at him with adoring eyes. “What?” Brandon asked, wearing a nervous smile. He tried to appear casual and confident, but he moved with all the grace of a sodomized giraffe. The city really was not for him. “I was just thinking about Justina,” I said with a sad smile, “I had hoped you’d be her first, but it seems she’s too impatient.” “I’m not doing anything with her until Angela’s out of her head.” Brandon said. “You humans are so prudish about incest,” I smiled, “it’s completely normal in many races.” “It might be normal for sex-fiends like you,” Brandon smirked down at me, “but it is not natural.” “Yes, it is!” I insisted, “If you raise a family of dogs, cats, or any other manner of beasts, Toys the brothers and the sisters will grow up, and they’ll mate with one another one-hundred percent of the time.” “And then half their children will be born retarded,” Brandon countered, “and the other half will be sterile.” “You know,” I smiled coyly as we rounded another corner, “when you make Angela a body, you’re going to have to make every part of it. You’re going to spend pain-staking hours working on each little detail of her vagina.” “You’re fucking disgusting.” Brandon grumbled, though he was grinning. “Oh, you know I am.” I smirked back, pressing my body deeper to his. We stopped at the end of an alleyway, where a studded-iron wood door stood blandly against a stone wall. To most, it would seem an unimportant feature of an unimportant dead-end, but a knowing eye would spot the spiraled symbol carved into the flagstone next to the door. I drew my dagger, cut a thin line into the tip of my forefinger, and then let the blood drip onto the carved symbol. The door opened with a foreboding creak, and a pair of Lesbian big, crimson eyes peered at us from the dark. “Tera Autumnsong,” a soft, feminine voice whispered from the shadows, “I was delighted to get your message; I was wondering if I’d ever see you again.” “Gloria,” I smiled, “it’s been too long.” “Indeed, it has,” Gloria said, flashing a smile that gleamed white in the darkness, displaying a set of sharp fangs, “and you brought me dinner, how kind.” “Unfortunately, no.” I said, patting Brandon’s arm comfortingly before he pissed himself. “Keeping this one for yourself, hmm?” Gloria replied, her red eyes searching me, “You certainly look well-fed.” “He’s delicious,” I smirked, “but he’s not mine.” “No, I see that now.” Gloria said, her gaze gleaming hungrily in the dark, studying the terrified god on my shoulder, “So, he’s not your dinner, and he’s not mine, and you brought him all the way from…” sniffing sounds wafted from the darkness as the vampire took Brandon into her nostrils, “wheat, barley, cow shit… Towerhead? You small tits still live in that shithole?” “Hey!” Brandon exclaimed, “That’s my home you’re talking about!” “And it’s a shithole,” Gloria responded, her red eyes narrowing, causing Brandon to shrink back, “but Tera’s never wasted my time before, so she must have teen a good reason for bringing a hillbilly to my doorstep. Come in, both of you.” I dragged Brandon with me through the threshold, and the door promptly slammed behind us, the clang of the metal latch punctuating the sudden sound. Gloria was as stunning as she’d always been. She had the most pronounced cheekbones I’d ever seen, and they structured a face of exotic, gothic beauty. Full, blood-red lips matched the hue of her almond-shaped eyes, and contrasted the unnatural paleness of her youthful complexion. Her dark eyebrows seemed to constantly bow inwardly, giving her portrait a slightly-menacing expression. Squeezing and massaging her beautiful orbs. After a few moments she thought she'd better keep going and licked her way back up to his head. “But Captain,” she protested. As she walked away, I couldn't help noticing how fine her three friends looked in their skirts and how nice it would be if Sam wore dresses and skirts voluntarily. This is what I want. Brunette I wore my college uniform, my breasts bouncing beneath my blouse. When he dipped into the popcorn the bowl pressed down on her crotch, the movie resumed. As I pushed he pressed his hands firmer into my thighs to keep me from closing them. It clung to her lush body. Then he told Jimmy to have a go and once he started he made Jimmy put all his fingers in and then showed Lesbian Jimmy how to get in beyond the knuckles. Toys I looked at her saying, “Forget about the kids now please. Copyright 2018 He could easily see up her shorts and see her thong, since no material was covering ass cheeks. 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