Oh, SHIT that hurt. FUCK!" It's okay, sugah. I pulled that punch. Now hands up again. Concentrate." Concentrate? Concen... FUCK! Now my other hand is... killing me." CONCENTRATE! Not on the pain. Concentrate on blocking me. Ya block me."Phillip knew he was getting mad, but he didn't care, this was crazy, standing here letting a mutant whose hands feel like she is hitting him with a steel bar punch his hands. Fine. She wanted him to concentrate, he would concentrate, he would block her punches. Or. “Oh Christ, I’ve never been eaten like this!” she wheezed. “I’m gonna come again…ugh. Ugh. Oh Ssshhhhiiiiitttt…….”Her love levee overflowed again and my face was the delta. It wasn’t as forceful as the first but it was still a whole lotta love and I tasted her stewed tang for the second time.When I finally started to move my head away from her crotch she pulled my head toward hers and we began a long, wet, sloppy, cum-filled kiss. Her hands roamed my upper body and slid into my pants. Her. The lips were red and swollen and his seed decorated the lips like icing on a cake.He reclined next to her as she rolled over and laid her head on his chest."Quintus, I must discuss with you the celebration tonight." She said playing with his newly grown chest hairs."Such things bore me." He said."Politics is never boring, son. This celebration will be your introduction as a leader in Rome. You must impress, or there are those who will try to thwart you."Farus laid his hand on his mother's hip. The colddampness was making them shiver and the silence was overwhelming. Shewas straining to avoid wetting herself but the strain and accommodationshad overtaken her. Now she was both wet and cold.The trap door opened with a loud bang and steps could be heard descendinginto the cave. "Let them out and remove their blindfolds and gags," theyheard Charles order from up above.When they were brought up Charles turned to Carlito and asked, "What doyou suggest we do with these varmints? You got.