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“Do it” she breathed. With both hands, she held the knife up to him like an offering and, with a grim smile, he bent down to take arab the hilt. He turned it over in his hands, inspecting the stainless-steel blade and the bone haft while her fingers crept over her flat stomach to her cunt. “You have not asked permission” he said quietly, testing the point with the ball of his thumb. “Please?” she simpered, writhing luxuriantly on the fleece at his feet and coyly regarding him from beneath fluttering lashes. “You may excite your nipples” he replied, without taking his eyes from the knife. She brushed her index fingers softly over the swollen tips, pausing briefly to wet them with her tongue, then pinched – gently at first but soon making herself moan. Craning her neck forward, she scooped up one prefect breast in her hand and sucked the nipple into her mouth. Her eyes closed blissfully. At this, he stepped over her to set a foot right beside her face. She beamed up at him for a heartbeat and turned onto her belly to press fervent kisses to the toe of his boot. Cradling his foot in her hands she lapped hungrily at the muddy leather while he looked down at her, idly switching the dagger from one hand to the other. Then he pulled his leg away from her and she turned an eager face back to him. “Is it time?” she asked sweetly, rolling onto her back again and spreading her arms and legs open. Her cunt thai glistened moistly. “All in due course” he smiled, relishing her impatience. He knelt beside her and held the knife a few centimetres above her exposed flesh, turning it this way and that to catch the warm, yellow light from the fire. She watched it avidly, licking her lips. He made several passes over her supine form, sweeping the blade back and forth, looping it in the air above her and hovering ominously over her cunt before finally bringing it to rest at the base of her neck. Slowly and with infinite gentleness he ran the edge from her soft shoulder and over her twisting torso to her hip, lingering over her breast and belly, teasing cruelly. She moaned. “Slice me open” she begged. “Impale me. Stab…” then she gave a little cry of excitement and caught her breath. He had marked the silky smoothness of her stomach with a long, red scratch that barely broke the skin, starting a tiny trail of scarlet at the end of the line. She leant forward to see as he swept the blade across and down to inscribe the letter india П into her flesh. Smiling, he raised the steel to his lips and licked at the smear of blood it had collected. “You want this so badly” he murmured as he bent to his work again. “Ah, yes!” she sighed, and her fists clenched around handfuls of soft wool. “Own me. Carve your name into me”. He was painstaking in his cruel calligraphy, tracing the letters slowly and evenly. From time to time he desi extended one finger to wipe away a drop of blood. As he finished the lettering, he put the bloodied village digit to her mouth. “Taste” he whispered, and she licked and sucked lovingly, looking deep into his eyes. “Now”? Her tone was pleading, her thighs splayed and her breasts heaving. “There is nothing to stop you. Nobody knows I am here, and indian we are so alone. You can do…” here a tremor coursed through her, and she struggled to speak, “…you can do what you want with my body”. He lay down beside her and dragged her on top of him. Eagerly, she straddled his groin and fumbled frantically at his trousers to free his pulsing erection. Masser had begun to set as light village snow continued to eddy, yet our senses remained sharp, even in the dim amethyst light. It was a Friday night. Go and get Shelby and Lucy. I came down stairs just as the door bell rang and Donna was walking desi by to the door, I stepped in behind her like I had been there all along. The two guys kiss on the mouth each other quickly and india stealthily. I giggled as I realized I had made daddy horny. “Hey Lucy! There's a cop waving us to slow down." What is this trickery, Malus thought, challenging the daemon. “That's right,” he said. Nicole smiled triumphantly. “We're indian our little brother's cum-buckets.” Wonderful. I need to speak to both of them,” I ask, The other teams were using the guest locker room. They could harm me. "15 seconds to finish slut." He could see the black bra now, half exposed. “How would thai you like to have a hard-on that lasted for days?” arab I replied, "First time for everything.…. This was her turn to test how many shades of red she could go. Arleen asked. “Fucked her pussy from behind,” Carruthers explained. Her mouth dropped.