On the other hand my hot chick, there’s a statement I must say:Nothing is more luscious, than the perfume of your orgasms,When I orally pleasure you... doggy style with all my expertise.I fervently kiss every square millimeter of your voluptuous ass doggy style,As I passionately jiggle one side of your thick butt up and down.For to zealously rattle your fat rear doggy style is absolutely amazing,And to energetically shake your plump seat is so incredibly mind-blowing,As I spank it hard with. "Yes, yes, I know," Jamie sighed. "Hardly the happiest birthday I'llhave ever had, even including last year..." Just means I'll have to work extra hard," Stuart said, gently kissingJamie's smooth, bare neck. "Though obviously any 'extra hard' presentwill have to wait a few weeks..." My parents always used to tell me off when I broke my presentsimmediately after getting them," Jamie giggled."Same here," Stuart laughed. "'Course, all my presents when I was eightwere Barbie dolls or dressing up. ”His hand went to her throat again. He saw her fear and he knew he had the key to make her do anything he wanted. Miss High-and-Mighty, at his command. This was going to be fun! He started to squeeze her throat. “No – no!” she gasped. “Yes – yes!” he mimicked. “No – please – I’ll – I’ll.” She looked at him hopelessly in defeat. He was not satisfied with this incomplete message of surrender. “You’ll what, Janice?” he taunted. She made herself say, “I’ll – do what you want.”He removed his hand. But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in.