Jaha aapki..Ahhh marzi ho….Ahhh….Unki saase tez hone lagi….Aur meri choot ne paani chodna shuru kar diya….Mujhe under kuch garam sa mehsus hon...e laga….Unhone bhi meri choot me apna paani chod diya tha….Ahhh….Aur is tarh meri mere pati se pehli baar chudai huyi….Wo mere side me ho gaye…Aur mujhse chipak gaye….Aur bole – kaisa laga mere sath….Mai – aaj tak meri eisi chudai nahi huyi….I love u….I love u too sangeeta….Wo bole..Mai – aapne meri choot me paani chod diya…Ab mai pregnent ho gayi. Two more attempts allowed Dee to suppress the gag reflex and let Vic's cock find its home. Soon the rhythm of loved took on a life of its own. Vic's cock was sliding easily down Dee's throat now. "That's it, cunt. Welcome to black fucking!" Vic smiled. Dee smiled back. That's all she could do with a big black cock down her throat. She felt his nut sack slap against her forehead as he continued the rhythm. Vic's cock began to grow and then slow down. "OH SHIIIIT, BITCH. I'M GOING TO CUM DOWN. I think I can anyway. There's an old wizard I knew in my younger days who claimed to have been a very serious student of Old Cunish during his youth. Whether that was true, or a ploy, I couldn't guess, but he certainly was as familiar with the language as anyone I'd ever heard before or since." Do you know where I could find him?" That's the tricky part. Last I heard, he had retired to the hermitage at Kaya Tumic, in the eastern mountains. Getting there means leaving the Vale and either. However, the current newspaper had an extensive article starting on the front page and spreading over several inside pages. Some very gruesome pictures of badly burned bodies were printed and there was a long quote from the chief of police, Sue Ann Johnson."There appears to have been a rash of murders on Sunday night in the Forebush neighborhood. Four houses were burned in what is believed to have been arson. Two women appeared to have been murdered before the fires were set, but two others.