Tiana Smut

The morning was comfortable and laced with the smells of fresh grass and the sweet tang of rotting leaves. Then, as the sun rode further on it’s watch, it quickly evolved into one of those paradoxical spring days that were so typical of the north east coast that time hard fuck of year. The late afternoon had suffocated in a viscous humid heaviness, sending the temperature of the engine room to well above 113. Then, as the evening came creeping, the sky started to darken, and, with the help of some grey, low hanging clouds, everything just plummeted. The sun seemed to be chased from the horizon by winds that threatened to quench the very heat from its core, with a cold heart and a very ill will. Five minutes into my drive, the heavens broke and a torrent of liquid cascaded from the sky, like a wall of water when a damn's gates open or a levee breaks. Intermittent gusts buffeted interracial against my van, with a solid whoomp over an ominous hollow rumbling. I had to fight, more than once, to keep the beasts wheels between the yellow and white stripes that designated my lane. Needing something to wake me up, after the adrenaline rushes faded, I put the drivers window down, hoping to fight the growing fatigue and the taunting of the light and shadows. The brisk black coolness of the air and the icy splinters of spray, that drove through the window's opening on to my skin, were welcome sensations to my overtaxed shell. The sporadic splashes of rain felt glorious, invigorating. Those feelings were not shared, it seemed, by the figure being revealed, on the fringe, of the old Ford's headlights. It was a discordant image that caught my attention. A bright flow against the dark, rocky slope and tree-scaped walls of this mountain pass. Brunette I watched as slowly, a slender frame took shape, topped in light, whitish hair, below shoulder length and matted down straight. It’s Big Dick clothes were plastered like a second skin, to the subtle curves they clung to. Hands were clenched across opposite arms, rubbing in a swift steady motion, desperately losing their battle against an unseen and ruthless adversary. I knew that kinda cold, wet, down to the bone chills, uncontrollable shivers through every muscle and that torturous shaking that stole the energy right from your soul. ‘Ironic,’ I thought, ‘how something, so welcome to one person, for some reasons, could be a total discomfort to another, for different ones. Or even ones own self, under similarly different circumstance. But that’s life isn’t it?’ I pulled my foot up off the gas pedal, hit the button on my armrest and the passenger window crept its way down, the brake pedal resisted beneath my foot, and the old girl slowed, then came to a gentle stop. Her eyes stared at my bra. “Those are the areas that turn me, um, turn people on, right?” She said a little embarrassed. better to be hung for a sheep than a goat,” I muttered, “So lie down I’m going to fuck some respect into you.” He went over to the bed. By the time it was getting to early evening I was getting desperate to cum and when Jon finally untied me I asked him if he would fuck me. He said, “No” and he wouldn’t let me masturbate for more than 5 seconds every 5 minutes right until it was time Big Dick to go to bed. You being the mother you get to choose first. He had to have a look. “Well black that’s... really her loss, then. Among the duties assumed by the returnees to the mansion were: my mother guiding the landscaping at our home mansion and at the others; my father acting as the controller of all the funds of the mansion and its residents and with Uncle Fitzgerald continuing with his masterful manipulations of the stock and commodities markets. She used no birth control at all, and was ready to accept the results of that. He morphs back into banner. I asked. As my stomach muscles tensed I squeezed my pussy muscles as well. What the fuck did you do to me?!" Taking a deep breath Ambrose started to speak when he felt the grip of the small female increase on his arm. Another untouched womb to breed. “Need assistance?” Elenore asked with a playful tone in her voice. I found her earlobe with my mouth before once again kissing her neck and making my way down to hard fuck her cleavage. They will not fall in love or think they are cheating on any significant other or violating any personal morality or religious belief. “Brandon and I were raised on a different version, but the story’s mostly the same.” Angela said, “Our god is genderless, but I quite like the idea of a ‘Holy Mother.’” I said you are very interracial right. I saw her belly and my pants started to get tight right away, to the point that I knew it was time to start finding new ways to stand or find a reason to readjust. He intensified his jerking his cock and felt himself tremble in anticipation. “…I want the homeless sheltered in Brunette the atrium.” Sister Julia instructed her new captains, “I want any of Brandon’s patients that couldn’t be attended to, to be housed in the northwest tower, and monitored.