愛麗絲 和 坦率 淫 媽媽 內 行動

No more painting for you, Mother. No more playing the lute. No more picking apples, no more climbing trees, no more dancing, no more running, no more walking, no more standing for mature you, Mother. Now the shield of Night Eyes was gone, and I was left open to her memories. Astrid, Mother, Julia, Lucilla. They tormented me relentlessly, cut away pieces of my psyche like I’d cut away piece of my mother, but they couldn’t kill me. They could not give me that mercy, because they could not compel me to end it. I was a monster, a coward, and selfish. My life was an abomination, and the world would’ve been far better off if I’d never been born, but I couldn’t do the decent thing, and just die. Even my suffering was doggy a rough fuck horrible self-indulgence. I was evil. Pure, simple, evil. What else but pure evil would wallow in a hole of self-pity, when she herself had done hard fuck the deeds? It wasn’t me; it was Night Eyes. But Night Eyes was me, and I wished with every ounce of my heart to be her again. I looked up. A mile above me, I could see the dot of daylight. Julia was up there. Death was up there. All I had to do was ascend from my hole, and greet my end with open arms. I burrowed deeper, pulling the rock over my curled body, trying to become nothing in the void. She would come down here, but she would not find me. I would be safe, the wretch that I was, and I would doggy-style wait for her to leave, then I would run away. Like last time, I would hop from caravan to caravan, traveling without destination, paying for my transport with my flesh, letting the caravanners use me until I was raw, until pleasure and pain drove away guilt for a fleeting, blissful moment. Maybe I’d let orc slavers take me again, but this time, there would be no Astrid to compel my escape. They would take me into the Gratoran Desert, and I could live out the rest of my days in the wildlands at the edge of the earth, unknown and uncared for, a toy to be used, a broken vessel to be filled, a life without purpose, without hope. Bliss. My identity would be raped from me until I was nothing but the receptive pleaser, the smiling slave. Willowbud would only exist as the occasional nightmare, a flashback of fevered dreams, and I would find comfort in the arms of my master, and he would convince me that it was all a lie. “Any chance you ladies would like to mature take some clothes off?” David asked from under Emma’s skirt. The girls all grabbed beers and had a gulp each, then giggled and had more. What I wanted then was just a nice shower. Kendra’s Narration: “Sure, you don’t think that your handsome male will give up my Amber when she is old enough to breed, do you?” I lube up your doggy anus and my cock. Wait. “It sounds awful, Jody, I’m sorry that happened. I'll definitely read the fine print this time, and maybe even suggest a few additions to this contract..... He was in excellent shape, as one would expect from an Olympian, but he still doggy-style couldn’t believe he found himself in this position. I buried into the angel's snatch rough fuck over and over. Shauna let her hair down and dunked herself under the water several times to try and get her hair clean. So much so, that he had already the textbook from front cover to back a few times this semester at school. hard fuck I smiled with pride. My first thought was to hope that it wouldn’t be me again. ‘You were right. After a few minutes of finger fucking her ass; I place a glob on the head of your long hard rod until she was ready for his rod. Jordan asked in disgust, regretting inviting them over now. “Say you want me, Daddy,” I gasped, arching my back to thrust my tits at his face. “Bella, I’m sorry.” My other girlfriends and Katie talk about my father and how handsome he is. I had never really thought about my father as being handsome until my friends started to tease me about him. Betty made two trips around the stage and one of the other bar slave yelled Glory Hog, Betty just stuck out her tong and kept walking to the booth, when she got there I said I asked you to get Bridget ready not go shopping what the hell? For a few minutes she simply paced then pressure in her bladder steered her to the bathroom, she sat, was she the crazy one? I kicked off my carpet slippers and ankle stockings, took off my shirt and breeches and stood before her near bare, “Do you like what you see, do you think Aveline would like my thick purple headed monster ploughing her soft virgin slot?” On the Friday morning I called Grace and Emily to go with me to the conference room. He screamed as he began to shoot hot streams of cum at Emma’s face. “Okay, but I need to try the other one on.”