Babes - Black is Better - (Hope Howell, Jovan Jordan) - Dark Desires

“It’s a destitute shithole one drought away from being abandoned.” I countered, passing the joint, “I felt like I was going to be raped or stabbed every time I crossed the one street there was.” “Ah, home sweet home.” Brandon said unironically, cherry burning between his lips. He glanced over his arm of the couch, the edge of which was in line with a vertigo-inducing, five-hundred-foot drop. He didn’t seem to mind, but I was content with staying where I was, away from the precipice. “They don’t even know my name yet,” skinny he mused, looking at the crowd, “but they call for me. Why do they think that I want to be worshipped?” “Do you want to be worshipped?” I asked, both to Brandon, small and partly to myself. I’d been called ‘Your Highness’ or ‘Your Grace’ for most of my life, but I was always a royal afterthought, regulated to “managing” an estate; I’d been spoiled, but never revered. I didn’t know how to feel about people worshipping me for being the ‘Bound One.’ “I wouldn’t mind them sending their virgin daughters up here,” Brandon chuckled, easing back, “but I honestly hate the attention. I never was good with people.” Brandon’s bloodshot eyes grew distant for a moment, “I never had any friends in Towerhead; not real friends, anyway. I was clueless with women, bad at sports, and terrible at school, so I didn’t even fit-in with the nerds. If I didn’t have Angela, I would’ve had no one. God knows what would’ve happened if I never went to Tera’s; I’d probably still be in my bed, jerking my frustration into a stiff sock.” “You anal have such a way with words,” I swooned with a giggle, “how did the maidens of Towerhead ever resist you?” Brandon offered another retaliatory sniff of his knuckles, and I only pov giggled more. I liked him. He was as down to earth as he was salt of the earth, and had the potential for humble greatness; the perfect Life Giver, if there ever was one. He did have one glaring flaw, however. “I guess opposites really do attract,” I said carefully, “you and Willowbud are about as different as two people can be.” “So are you and Julia,” Brandon countered, “though, now that I’ve gotten to know her, I’m beginning to think the gulf between you two isn’t as large as it seemed at first glance.” “It didn’t used to be like that,” I took the joint from Brandon’s fingers, “I used to be the crazy one. Julia likes to pretend she’s still an innocent, god-fearing nun, but she hasn’t been that person since I stuck a finger up her ass.” I laughed, but the mirth died to a frown, “Maybe the Hardcore façade was always there,” I muttered, more to myself than Brandon, “maybe I just missed it. She was quite the trouble-make before she joined the convent.” My frown deepened, “She was a murderer before I even knew her.” “To murderous girlfriends,” Brandon toasted my lit joint with a freshly-rolled one, “may they always love us just enough to not kill us.” “Here, here!” I heard Willowbud chuckle. I frowned down at my feet, bare against the stone patio. How much could she hear? “God, I can’t wait to go to Arbortus,” Brandon sighed, “Drastin just isn’t for me; I need the fresh air to keep me sane. You know what? He loved that, and since it was once a month, it was special to the two of us. Her other hand continued on in an unbidden skinny frenzy, stirring succulent sensations that sent pure streams of blue coursing throughout her body. And when we talked about fantasies, it anal led to some pretty wild sex, pov although in our minds, that was still love making, but it was also fun. She rode me like she was riding a pony wildly over the Hardcore hills and meadows. If he wasn't interested, he wouldn't have reached out. With tax I paid just over $11,000. She wanted to watch the whole show from the first moment that Polly tries to armchair quarterback all of my decisions. Jane responded immediately, returning the same passion. I looked at them. “The fuck?” I muttered, frowning. “You know Darlene probably has seen you and Gloria. Oohhh I ammm cummmiiinnngggg. What I saw was not a person but a skull that was not human, it was too long and was bleached a bright white, surrounded by fur so black it seemed to suck small out the light. The sporadic splashes of rain felt glorious, invigorating. “You just fucking….” I gasped, “A fucking horse for christ sake.” Almost burning. Just as she was about to pass out, everything stopped? Lisa stepped back. My balls smacked into her trimmed bush. I licked my lips, swallowing. I do need something to wash this taste out of my mouth. And press her little body with her bear to mine. She cried out when my fingers penetrated her, she hissed when they pressed on her walls, and she growled when they began to massage, press and prod. My pussy felt electrified. After the stimulation of eating her pussy, I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I didn’t. L8ke a volcano I exploded, pouring cum down her throat. She needs to know that she isn’t the only one hurt during all of this.” “Please don’t,” I asked her.