私の 別の 思春期の から ロシア 交尾

“What I wanted?!” I growled, shaking Passion, “Do you think I wanted this?!” “I’m sorry!” Passion cried, still trying to pull me close, still trying to fuck me. “You’re sorry?” I snarled, forcing her face to within a breath of mine, “ You’re sorry?! ” “I love you.” Passion whimpered, her big, golden eyes staring with all the adoration in the world. I actually laughed. I laughed an uncontrollable, hideous bout of mirth that came pouring from some dark place within me, some rot that festered and spread to every corner of my mind, some hatred that only begot evil. I was already a murderer, wasn’t I? I was damned to hell for the worst kind of sin, and I’d spent the last decade of my life trying to pray away the unforgivable. I’d always been a liar, a disgusting cunt who’s good at pretending, as Lucilla had said, except I’d only ever been lying to myself. This body was my reward from damnation, my true form, a reflection of the black soul that dwelt within it. Why not stack one more mortal sin onto the pyre, and reserve a better seat in hell? I grabbed Passion by her mane of scarlet and tore her head back, smiling into her bulging anime eyes as my hand ran covetously along her form. Her breath quickened in her throat, her back arched for me, and she melted to my form, her body teeming with desire as her lenses quaked with fear. I loosened the hold I had on her mane, and tenderly cupped her wet cheek into my palm as my other hand pulled her close by the small of her back. “In a way, Passion,” I smiled warmly, wiping her tears away with my thumb, “I love you too.” I kissed her trembling lips. I tasted her fear, her love and her regret, and then I burst alight in white flame. I didn’t stop kissing her as she blackened and crackled, hissed and fused. I didn’t stop kissing her until she was ash. LUCILLA “You’re supposed to be dead.” Flora’s voice sounded from somewhere as I rested against the cherry blossom tree, my cheek pressing into the bark, my hands splayed pathetically across it. The horrified girl was the next target. Then she smiled broadly at me and then at Jordan, and back at me, “We will stop at Breezehome on the way to Solitude – I needs must report for new orders at Castle Dour.” Her left hand cupped my large tit. "I... What we didn’t expect was how busy it would be. I kneaded them. Glancing at her empty wine glass he knows it is only a matter of time now. [/color] “Lay back on that reclining chair so I can fuck your mouth.” She wanted to go somewhere or do something... and I said YES! “Sure, there’s no anime reason why he should know.” Carrie replied. Cummmmmmmminggggggggggg” she cried out, as her legs rested on his shoulders now, and her hands gripped the sheet.