"Spunk the whore" "Plaster her with cum." More like that.It would have been ridiculous to have been surprised at how juicy her cunt was, but nonethe...less I was surprised. I pushed my cock in and instantly jizz squirted out hitting my legs and feet. Mark put his hand in her jizzy hair and pulled her head back. She opened her mouth for his cock. He drove it all the way down her throat on the first thrust. For a while Mark and I were thrusting into our chosen places at the same time. After. I say we pull the nails out on this side first, then along the bottom, of the top door.”I took the shop hammer and with the flat end of the crowbar laying against the door and the wall, I drove the bar between them until I was deep enough to pry the door open just a little. When I did, the nail heads were out of the wood about a quarter of an inch and I pulled them with the other end of the crowbar.I did this in three places down the side of the door - starting at the top - and each time, the. In sharp contrast is Harold, our hapless mailroom clerk.Harold mounts her with his aged body and his old,wrinkled cock and rocks on Nicolette slowly, often cryingand calling her by the name, “Doreen.” What most peopledon’t know is that Doreen was Harold’s youngest girl.Then there’s Molly. You didn’t think our whore wasn’t anequal opportunity sucker? Molly wears a wide skirt eachday and stuffs Nicolette’s head down under. Though none ofthe men have. I felt my legs move restlessly and my father chuckled; he liked doing that. “There you are; you are transforming perfectly. You’re almost there. Being needy is the first sign to being ready to be taken.” With that, the King wrapped one of his legs around both of mine and said “sleep, Aria. Tomorrow, you will be ready.”I fell into a blissful sleep with blood dripping from my mouth and my father stroking my face and hair comforting me in his arms. I awoke in a wooded area full of trees and.