During their break, Lars takes the time to stare at her. Her tail wiggles a little, showing the signs of her contentment. He runs his hand over the ch...arcoal colored fur of her flat belly, down past her crotch and to the eerie black stockings. They are not stockings but a slightly different fur that covers their extremities to protect their lovers from their claws. He feels his slack member beginning to harden again and he looks up to Katsu’s face with a smile. When she returns it, he runs his. Plus there was the good ol’ Internet and the plethora of porn sights that were so perfectly linked from one to the other to keep me partially satisfied. Now to the real story :It was December 18th and school was nearing its end. I had gotten into the college of my choice and I was ready for a long, restful break. I sat through class as if it were a routine and probably would have gone crazy with boredom had it not been for math class. Math was easy for me and I always understood the. .. N'arr?tez pas... Nonnnnnn... Les lamentations d?sesp?r?es de Lucy n'?taient ni ?cout?es, ni entendues.? Elle pouvait toujours se plaindre ! Un ? un les membres du gang lui ?cart?rent les cuisses, plong?rent leurs ?paisses bites dans sa moule et lui remplirent l'ut?rus de foutre. Certains lui souriaient, un lui cracha ? la figure, trois lui tritur?rent brutalement les miches, puis ?jacul?rent sur son visage et dans ses cheveux un flot ?pais de foutre qui coula ensuite sur ses joues. Deux. "Spread your legs more," he ordered, sounding impatient. "I shouldn't have to keep telling you I want to be able to see your pussy."Marie's flinched at his hard tone and hastily parted her thighs. It was hard to keep her legs open like this, but she realized she loved kneeling before him. It felt natural somehow, and it made her feel safe. She saw that he'd stopped next to a display of collars, many of which came with a matching leash. There were big, menacing iron and steel collars, dog.