He pulled her off his prick after several minutes and pushed her back on the bed.He rested his head against her thigh and watched as he fucked her wit...h his finger. He loves watching her juices pour out of her little slit. He began to nuzzle her thighs, slowly making his way to her toit.She gasped as her planted the first kiss on her shaved lips. His tongue became more probing and finally found her little nub. He flicked his tongue across it, then felt his cock stir as she moaned. She slid his. Many were wounded, many were bitten. There was nothing I could do to stop the coming storm. I huddled within this cottage, barricading the doors and windows and praying to the gods who now abandoned me, that the walls would hold. I could hear the squelching attacks as teeth pierced flesh. The screams of confusion as loved ones became half-rotted monstrosities which refused to die. Above it all, I could hear her, still in the tower, still calling: ‘Gothel, Gothel’. With one bite, one wounded. No matter how many times I had previously pictured the next series of events in my head, my imagination never held a candle to that night.One of Liz's hands made its way under my upper back to unclasp my bra, and I could feel the fingers of her other hand, slowly scratching down to my hips and slipping into the waistband of her boxers that I had stolen. She pulled them down, enough so she could slip her hand inside, and began to rub my pussy through my black lace thong. At that point, they were. Playing with Desiree, opened a small crack into his macho exterior.Since then, Keith's image of himself was crumbling. The person who wasmore like that of girl he played with almost three decades ago (a girlwho Keith didn't even remember her name) was coming through. He wantedto be that sweet person again. The one who could find pleasure and joyin playing with dolls.The person who would never stand for what he was doing. He didn't careif the people he represented were guilty or not. All he.