Avalon Heart in Le Tour De member

Soldiers manning the machineguns atop the frontline of tanks unleashed a hellish barrage of lead and silver, but the bullets just got lodged in the hulks’ exterior. The wounds smoked as the silver burned their tissue, but with thick armor plating of bone and metal, the bullets couldn’t reach actual flesh. The two armies collided, with the tanks only slowing down the hulks for a few moments. They ripped the machines open with their powerful arms, exposing the frightened men inside, then began the slaughter. Like Dominion, they all had the ability to steal the soul of whoever they killed, drawing the spirits from their eviscerated bodies like metal dust to a teens magnet, but it was all the more satisfying to collect them through drinking their blood. One of the hulks grabbed a soldier fleeing a destroyed tank and ripped his head off with its teeth, crunching it like a grape, then slurping the blood from the corpse like a juice box. Another hulk ripped open a Humvee, grabbed the driver by the arms and legs, and started tearing into his stomach like it was eating an ear of corn. With each bite, blood would soak its face and chest and adorable organs would spill into the road. A third hulk tore into a Stryker and stared at the terrified soldiers. It immediately began stomping them to death, crushing their bodies like grapes at a winery and bending their steel rifles like they were blades of grass. Then it greedily shoveled the visceral mess into its mouth, holding their souls in its stomach to be returned to Dominion. The hulks’ bodies were entirely self-sufficient, powered by their overabundant souls, and thus, had no Big Boobs need for food and water, but like their Master, they enjoyed indulging their taste buds. Eating the soldiers was only allowable for hulks who had time to spare, when their comrades had moved past them. Those on the front line had to focus only on killing as quickly as possible. Since they weren’t taking prisoners, their might could truly doggystyle be put on display. No vehicle, no matter how tough, could resist their strength. They lasted as long as a camping tent trying to hold back ravenous bears. The soldiers inside were either ripped limb from limb or pulverized into bloody pulp. Soldiers opened fire with every bullet they had, they even hurled grenades, but nothing could stop the evil beasts. Theirs was an existence that totally defied the rules of war. There were times in mankind’s history when the word ‘war’ didn’t reply, when events could only be described as petite ‘slaughter’ or ‘genocide’, like Medieval villages being razed or Jews being pushed into gas chambers. He turned on the adorable television to one of his Big Boobs favorite shows and we sat there as I drank my juice. Humiliated, but obedient on the floor before him. I'm quite the humanitarian you know. “ you wanted this, so this is what you get” He knew his sister has a voracious sexual appetite. Took me a minute to catch my breath…what did it mean? I asked and laughed. "Lara?" said Karen. THUD! The sensation was better than expected and she straddled the slimy appendage with greater force, riding it like was a giant doggystyle tongue. "What do you mean? The soft spoken woman on the other side of the phone continued. The floating object stopped by the side of my bed. Would she let me kiss her? Katlynn answered, “Fuck yeah!” DEV And then Thea appeared. I went to the kitchen, bring back a slice teens of mom's meatloaf. If you were a single guy, tradition allowed you to go into the forest and have sex with as many dressed-up girls as you could find. This put him at ease. She could tell that he hadn’t petite hit her hard, but the whip still stung nonetheless.