" You are not me. You don't control me. Get out of my head." I am you. We are. We will be." I will not kill her. She does not deserve it." Yes we will.... Yes she does. What has she done to us? Has she done it to others?" I cannot punish her for what she has done to me, it isn't right." Might makes right. Power to kill means power to decide."Tim felt a dark presence within him, drawing him to the neck of the helpless woman before him. He felt all powerful, the only person with deciding power as to. She sucked her juices from them eagerly — saliva glistened on her chin from our kissing wetly, and I smeared it and the remainder of her juices over her face.She knelt up, rubbing her breasts against my face, and I bit them savagely, knowing that my teeth would leave marks on them for days.I was still twisting my fingers in her hair, and I used it to drag her across my thighs. Her bottom was glowing red from where she'd slapped herself, and I slapped it even harder. I left my hand there, and. This time, my cunt was spread for him, but it was still so tight. He was pushing it so slow into me and I watched as I took every last bit of his cock deep inside of me.Once he had his entire cock deep in me, he took the oil and squirted it on my chest and boobs and then laid down on me and we started rubbing our bodies together. We need more oil. (haha) I will go buy a lot more before you come home. So Dar started to fuck me slow and the slower he went, the more I wanted him to just fuck. He grabbed a hold of her bushy ponytail and pushed her back onto the couch roughly. "On your hands and knees, like a good little fox." Sorry." Emma whsipered, crawling the short distance across the disarrayed cushions. The sounds of the gagged fox being ruthlessly used had shifted to sound more like just plain old porn, and Emma's pussy was oozing arousal into the fabric of her shorts. "Don't be sorry, just do better. Now, turn around, show me that ass and tell me it's mine." Emma turned around.