"I'm amazed that He would do things like that. They NEVER talk about that sort of thing at church!" Yeah, it's very sad that they've gone so far away ...from what God wants." -- "Speaking of God, I'll do that communication with Him that I talked about before, if you promise not to distract us the way you did last time." Me! What did I do?" Don't you have ANY IDEA how good you looked in that bikini!" Haha, {GROAN}. Please no jokes." It wasn't a joke. You have a spectacular body, and in that bikini. "Open your mouth whore!" Cor shouted at Paige. She was now scared but compliant, she opened her mouth like a good girl and he stuck his cock at the entrance. She started to lick the tip of his cock and slowly move it in her mouth, she could only fit about 3 inches before gagging, and after awhile Cor got frustrated. He grabbed the back of her head and slammed his cock all the way down her throat, she started to gag and cry and he face fucked her, but he couldn't care less, his cock was about to. Beautoix was a very short man, square built and paunched. At least fifty years old with sparse greasy greyish hair that lay flattened over his pointed skull in long waxed mats like the viscous trails of black worms.His teeth were small, irregular and quite black.An odor equally sepulchral and cloacic wafted from his mouth when he spoke. His eyes were perpetually bloodshot and rolled like jellied eggs in their tiny pits. He was coarse and spoke a vulgar gutter-French patois.But, as my father. " Well, this one didn't have any choice in the matter. I summoned it." The Poet managed to look embarrassed and proud at once."What kind of dragon?" Gareth asked, digging an earthen brown helm out of his pack."It is full grown and at least a Mage."The warrior groaned and found some armored gloves, too."It's just outside the East gate, shooting balls of Hellfire up and down the Dae Shore."Drawing a gleaming violet sword from his pack, the Warrior turned to the Poet. "Let's go."After the Poet.