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My back was wrenched into an arch, my chest was forced forward, and my head forced back so that I could take the full brunt of a man’s passion down my stretched gullet. I clamped my legs desperately around the man bucking beneath me, and reached back to spread my cheeks wide for the man excavating my anus. I heard Yavara scream unmuted from her mouth, and looked down to see she was no longer filling her throat. No, Yavara had taken a second man into her ass, as she was one to do, and she bucked and heaved against both, testing the elasticity of her vampiric rectum. By the pleasured sounds of their groans, I could tell couple she was a tight fit. The man beneath her set a frenetic pace, and the two men in her ass dared to match it. I tried to find a connection with her through the haze of my own violent pleasure, but in her mind, there was only one rational thought: Eat ass. She grabbed the man I was sucking, pried his glutes open, and drove her tongue all the way in. A second later, she found his prostate; I could tell by the way he tried to borrow a hole into the back of my head. I took him generously into my throat, spit leaking from slurping lips, eyes staring with a begging glint. More. Give me more. He gave me everything. When Yavara’s tongue milked his organ to bursting, my lips and throat extracted the milk from its spout. Then he hobbled away on shaky legs to collapse at the perimeter, one more notch on Yavara’s bedpost, one more casualty of her brand of sex. “Feed me, Mommy.” Yavara whispered, her expression possessed with ecstasy. Our fangs bit into each other’s cheeks as out lips and tongues entwined in a lecherous embrace. We passed the man’s cum between our mouths, mingling it with the delicious filth Yavara bore on her palate. Then we began to ascend from within, and our kiss bespoke our climax, losing all precision, becoming hedonistic, sloppy, desperate. My body was compelled upward with the feeling, pressing to Yavara’s, and she rose with me until our breasts were pressed against each other, our bodies curving up to a mutual peak. Our lovers found the same rhythms, and desi Yavara and I lurched together on the waves of our penetration, feeling together the depths of our depravity, the limitless lows we would stoop to for each other. For with her, I had no limits, and I’d never indian known greater pleasures than the perversions Yavara could orchestrate. “It’s been my dream since I was twelve,” as he kissed her. “Like I said, now, you’re all mine.” What’s more, just about all the girls were topless and their bikini bottoms were as small as mine. As I opened the door my worst indian fears were realised. Emily was short, standing five feet tall despite constant claims at being five foot one—and, to her frustration, had a slight frame that seemed scrawny rather than sexy. Take it or leave it. "I've been through this house over the last couple of days and have never seen your room," I hear Jennifer say to Dakota. Yet instead couple of beds this room only held a couple of tables and the cart’s used to haul supplies. Just before he passed, desi Bob told me to please look out for Kristin. They all suggested it might be better if I didn’t until the right time.