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  • The younger knelt behind with her long arms enfolding the other’s fuller figure, pinching her swelling clit and kneading her heavy breasts. Pierre and Andrei approached them. Both wore black jeans and shirts. “Take her” Pierre said, looking neither in the eye but hairless handing a long knife towards them, hilt first. All eyes were on them now, drawn by the magnetism of the man and by the Jaime Santos sweet, menacing allure of the blade. Tentatively, the older woman extended a trembling hand and took hold of the dagger. There was a profound silence broken only by the faint hissing and cracking of the flames. Reluctantly pulling her lover’s fingers away from their wicked tweaking of her nipples, she pressed the dagger gently but firmly into her hand, guiding the point into her own soft belly. Her head leant back for a long and deep kiss and then her mouth and eyes opened wide as the icy steel penetrated her flesh, again and again and again. Blood welled from the wounds to run over her pale cunt and thighs. “The Pallid Mask” she gasped, then coughed and choked while her killer clasped her more tightly pushing the blade deeper and grinding her crotch shamelessly against her back, her ecstatic face almost a parody of her victim’s death agonies. At last she was released to topple forward. The men stooped to seize the body by wrists and ankles and haul it away. The young woman followed after them, treading daintily amongst the loose stones and stunted shrubs, until they stopped at the fire pits. Heather looked back to Jazarah. “I have such delicious nightmares about this” she whispered. “Then watch” Jazarah replied, pulling her closer. Heather bit her gently on the lower lip and teased soft flesh with sharp teeth. From the corner of her eye she watched the men drop their burden onto the low table beside the fire, its limbs flapping and head lolling. “Get me a spit” Andrei ordered, in a quiet, measured voice, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt. The girl’s skin shone sleek in the firelight as she handed him a length of gleaming steel. He dropped to one knee, seizing the smooth metal in both hands. “Spread the legs and hold it steady” he continued, and she rolled her lover’s corpse onto its back, spread-eagled and open to him. Blood oozed in slow rivulets over the fleshy flanks as she tilted the head back and braced the soft shoulders with her hands. He adjusted his position slightly for better alignment and aimed the point between the lips of the wet cunt. Heather sensed that everyone around her was holding their breath as he set his shoulders and took a firmer grip. He began to feed the skewer into the meat with one fluid and powerful motion, driving through the membranes with practiced skill until the bloodied tip emerged slowly but surely from between latino rows of white teeth and the body was completely spitted. There was a collective sigh from the assembled women at this, and Jazarah ran her fingers through Heather’s hair, nuzzling her neck. “So lovely” she murmured into her ear. The woman’s breasts swung free and her raven hair curtained her face as they hoisted the skewered corpse to their shoulders. Pierre drew a knife from his belt and gutted her with one deft movement. Coils of intestines and organs dropped wetly to the ground and splashed onto the glowing coals where they hissed angrily. The men swung the meat over the pit and settled her in place, next to where the other, half-roasted woman was slowly turning. Heather slumped against Jazarah, weak at the knees, her nipples hard as bullets. Their lips locked in bareback a deep and fierce kiss and they sank to the ground, grappling like wrestlers, wrapping their legs around each other’s hips and grinding their cunts together in an aggressive tribadism. A man’s voice distracted them, and they twisted about, chocolate-brown and snow-white thighs voluptuously Twink(18+) entwined and frotting furiously, to face the cannibal barbecue. “There is still an empty place” said Grigori over his shoulder as he turned the spit to set woman-fat sputtering over the coals. “We must not waste the fire” he grinned. The others returned his smile and set down their bottles of dark beer, turning as one to the young woman who had killed and helped to spit the previous victim. I purred to Susan, "Bren is curious, so just stand there." But first, he had to compose himself. I said we would be too loud and her sister would definitely wake up this time. “Ooh, yes, yes, we're going to make my daughter explode,” Mrs. Alberts panted, her fingers churning my cunt up to a hot froth. As I cleaned off my pole, I looked over to Chloe. As she pulled the sweater up it got stuck on her arms and head but she finally tore it off and threw it to the floor. And I’m coming for you at the party, tonight, big boy.” “Go find a nice bottle of wine to go with them, Sis.” Sheila nodded her head, then summarily dumped the young man on the floor. Jill began sucking Lisa's tits and with one hand guided my cock to her own pussy. I still wanted to test them on another person, but what I was getting looked promising. Fine droplets sprayed from between her fingers bareback and over the floorboards around her. She has bright, blue eyes, long black hair, DD tits, legs you can't take your latino eyes off, a hourglass body, and a well rounded ass. My dick had never been that hard before, it hurt straining against my Jaime Santos briefs. He lay between her legs, as she guided his manhood into her tunnel of delight. Rathode hold her in her arms and gave her a smooch , he took her in bed he slowly removed her sarry and blouse and started lick her nipples by squeezing her breasts ,vijaya undress her son/husband rathode hold his penny in his hand Practice ended, and John put the equipment back in hairless the fieldhouse and started his usual route to the parking lot in his sweats and T-shirt, still thinking about Tori and the kiss. Anita and Susanna arrived a few minutes later. The orgasms were amazing. In areas still not fully reclaimed and rebuilt by the government, the man of the house was obeyed like he was God, and what happened in the home was never spoken of to outsiders. She couldn't help but notice that the punk was shaved in the pubic area and that he had tattoos on his stomach leading to his crotch and dozens of tats covering his arms and chest. “Shake them” My katar took him in the throat, finding the gap between breastplate and helm. And he was proud of himself, because he realized that he had just caused Bea to orgasm. As you are sitting there your thoughts are all over the place thinking of all types of erotic things happening to you , sitting there with your eyes closed deep in thought and stroking your now very wet pussy not aware of any sounds around you as you softly moan from the excitement that is coming from you, you are unaware that you left the back gate to the garden unlocked and also unaware that you have been stared at all the time sitting there with the legs spread wide over the arms of the chairs the light from your laptop screen showing your pussy and the wetness running from it when all of a sudden you feel something touch your legs this time you know that it is not the wind, you are too scared to look you think that it must be a cat that has come in but you didn’t feel any fir, I mean I understand that you are rich beyond their wildest dreams, but you have Twink(18+) a wife and an assistant that are both pregnant by you and a third lady that also wants to get pregnant. “First, I sucked it while we were swimming, then we did it all the way, and then I sucked it again,” she said defiantly, looking straight back at him. I was going to do such naughty things to him this morning. “It was heading in that direction. It would break his heart to learn I spread my thighs willingly for my father.
  • Hunter met Audrey’s Jaime Santos confused stare with a pleading, begging expression out of the one eye. Had any of the four paranormal investigators in the attic been able to peek into the spiritual plane, they would be able to see Hunter’s breathless twitching and convulsing was not, in fact, the product of any kind of otherworldly improvisation. Rather, Hunter would have a girthy ghost dick plunged halfway to her belly – one that was spasming as it unloaded ropes of latino sticky ectoplasmic spunk into Hunter’s stomach. Audrey, it seems, had uncanny timing at getting off incorporeal beings. “Oh, lord forgive me..” mouthed Audrey as she came to the realization that what was going on in that dusty attic space was anything but a prank. Confirmation of her misunderstanding came immediately; when she released Hunter’s head, the oxygen-starved dicksleeve sprung backwards and collapsed onto her back, coughing up a mixture of her own spittle and mint-green ectoplasmic babybutter onto the floor. Her chest heaved rapidly, sucking in as much fresh air as she could. Audrey rushed to her side and brought hands under the slender jawline of her facefucked friend. “Hunter, I’m so, so sorry. I don’t hairless know what came over me.. I just– I thought you were messing with me, and – !” If Hunter was upset, she showed it in a way that only a girl who didn’t speak would. Had Audrey noticed the flash of lusty fire sparking behind the girl’s eyes before she lunged, she might have had a moment to get out of the way. Instead, she was right in the firing line as Hunter pushed herself up off of the floor and smushed her lips right into Audrey’s. Ectoplasmic gunk caking her lips and the inside of her mouth, Hunter began a sloppy make-out session whether or not Audrey was ready for it. Her cumcaked tongue lashed into the off-guard, fair-haired skeptic’s mouth. Lips overlapped bareback each other, locking and unlocking, and stringing pastel green ghost DNA between each pair. The target of this sneak-attack cumswapping tensed up at first. Not only was this the first time she had locked lips with a girl, it was ostensibly the first time sampling spectral cum. After the initial shock wore off, Audrey breathed a moan into Hunter’s mouth and continued until she had gotten her fill – both of Hunter’s tongue and what was coating it. They pulled away from each other, strands of residual spit linking their mouthes together for a moment before splitting apart. They looked into each other’s eyes, panting heavily – although Hunter more than Audrey. “.. y’all done?” Giselle remarked to split the silence in the room. “Y– yeah. Same time next week?” Audrey asked with a wry grin. The Chauffeur (#12) ….LA By: PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2018 CHAPTER 1 The flight back to LA was uneventful. We flew to Reno dropping off Roger Johnson, to coordinate things between the Pinetree and local law enforcement. From there, we flew back to LA. Jill reminded me that we had Twink(18+) dinner plans with John’s Mother, Jennifer. I had John call his Mother for me. What are we going to do about mister perv, as Karen called him, over the road? I'll fuck you every time you tease me!” I groaned as they both caressed my pussy. I don’t bareback see how any Jaime Santos sentient beings could permit others to be treated this way. That threw me completely. His anger lessened and his curiosity aroused, Mr. Brennan squatted down and slid his hands over the bulge, feeling the heft of two large testicles and a rock hard but tiny cock leaking copious amounts of pre-come inside. In unfamiliar territory, their every movement was uncharacteristically slow and even more sensual than usual. Hell, this felt as big an accomplishment as popping the girls' cherries, since, in a way, I was popping Elise's and my own. The man wasn’t watching the news, nor listening to the music. She flipped Had I latino hairless not been on the porch last night, and smelled Flora’s familiar scent before the two arrived, god only knows what would’ve happened. I do not think it proper to introduce it to someone who would not might Twink(18+) want to get in to the spirit of the room and welcome at least some of the fun mature activities enjoyed there.” Trevor too is awoken by the wonderful smell of his wife’s baking.