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“God you feel so good you fucking slut, come on, faster,” she urged, arching her back, pressing her heavy breasts up into his hands, “faster!” Tilting his head back and closing his eyes Belind complied, his whimpering gasps coming out faster and higher pitched as, with the help of her grasping hands he slammed his ass down time and time again onto her cock, feeling the thickness throb and pulse deep within him, stretching his little ring, the shaft hardening to become like steel as her grip tightened. He recognised in an instant her throaty growl and gasps of pleasure, the cock pulsing deep within him and knowing his part he didn’t slow, continuing his fast-paced session as a suite of familiar sensations flooded him as she began to drain her heavy nuts into the warm welcoming embrace of his ass. “Fuuuck yess…” she groaned as rope after sticky rope left her cock to find its home deep within the lovely little porcelain doll that was her love toy, her heavy balls pressing up against his cheeks, twitching as the spent their load. Belind, urged by her gripping hands started to slow, the thrusts coming hard and deep but lasting longer, until, at last, her grip softened and he sat there, panting hard, flat chest rising and falling, cock deflating slowly in his sore cum-filled butt, though the warmth he felt within him, he knew, wasn’t just a result of the fresh deposit she had left, but of his own muted and shamed enjoyment that he still did his best to hide, head bowed. Laughing a little Ariela reached up and gripped his chin in her fingers, forcing him to meet her gaze again, his tired, hers mocking, “Same time tomorrow?" He breathed softly remaining silent, but she slid a hand up his chest to grip his chin, forcing him to look at her and he knew what she wanted to hear. "Of course..." He said softly, voice gentle, "I look forward to it..." "I know you do, you sweet little thing, and maybe I'll have a couple of your friends over to watch, if they last pain that long," she grinned, reaching around to tangle her fingers in painful his hair, pulling him into a deep, forceful kiss, feeling elation in her victory over him, one step away from being absolute. THE WITCHES OF WESTMOOR WOODS ##### Part 1 - A Walk in the Woods ##### Twas early in the spring of 1809 that she took up residence in the woods near our small and quiet town of Westmoor. We were a small community, reasonably polite, but wary of strangers. It was always “Miss Lendberg” to her face, maintaining the polite social pleasantries in which we all cloak our true emotions. But by early summer, she carried many another name. A witch, some called her, or for a more dramatic flair, “the dark maiden”. Actual facts on the arts she was said to practice in those woods were of course slim, so we supplemented heavily with rumors, speculation, and hushed gossip. These were only whispered of course. A decade into the 19th century, we knew ourselves to be enlightened beyond the primitive fears and superstitions of Salem and other such witch-hunt nonsense. This we told ourselves, emboldened by the light of day, or in the company of others. Alone in the still of the night however, as the wind might rattle a loose shutter on the barn, or some unseen creature may scurry beneath the floorboards, the demons of paranoia hunted a bit closer to the heart, and even the bravest among us would not dare to tread the path through the woods in which she dwelled. What were the crimes of this young woman? None could truly say for sure. Always someone rumored this or that. Why, William Baker had heard -- straight from the friend of his cousin on his mother’s side -- that “That Woman” had flown right at him, plunging from the night sky, screeching and yowling like some animal possessed. Never you mind the several indian pints of ale that had been downed, because that surely didn’t have thing-one to do with what was the god’s-honest-truth. So the anal rumors flew, and the tales grew, and as the dog-days of July did rapidly approach, we had ourselves our own little legend festering in whispered tones. A short walk should get us home, so my sister and I decided indian that we should call it a night. Suddenly Grace was pushing on his hand as hard as she could, inflamed by the faint teasing sensation that was sending jolts to every part of her nervous system. What made you think that?" The morning slowly moved on, with me constantly squirming is my desk. The lady confirms that we want to head back to the Pinetree, confirming the address of which Pinetree we are staying at. Once the girls had washed their faces, I called Chloe upstairs. Then I noticed a tiny bit of precum from the slit at the end of his cock. We are a couple now, but still the point do apply. "What about you babe, are you going to be alright with being left out this time?" She then did something that surprised me—she began running her hands over her breasts. There she was a bundle of nerves in squinty glasses, her black, slightly curly hair yanked behind her head with a clip. “So, you think you could decide who got the Halo?” my mom asked, her words incredulous. • People who live in Rainier, painful Washington takes pride in their town. Many men loved having their wives or girlfriend's bred. anal Brutus’ body changed dramatically. He smiled even more sadistically knowing that she knew and agreed. I couldn't see what the younger nun was doing, only pain witness the movement of her head disturbing the fabric as she rose up between the older nun's thighs. If that gets me really horny like I think it will, I'd like you all to watch me masturbate." “As Mr. Masters is aware, we have already discussed this aspect of the case in chambers. “Damn,” I moaned, my cum building fast in my balls. “Don’t you want Dom to fuck you again?” “I see you are ready for your Master.” She whispered “ Yes Master. He watched her enjoy sucking on his monster dick. I told him that I could work that one out quite easily and that I was sure that it was for leg exercise. “That feeling that I'm slowly gathering power inside of me is just... gravitons being broadcast from the machine?” Hullette was more cruel, pulling out and shooting rope after rope into her face, hair and upper chest, glazing her with his cum. You’re searching for the wrong thing.