Suddenly he was convulsing, his organ jerking slowly into my mouth, pressing against the back of my throat. I wanted to gag but his hands were behind ...y head and roughly pushed me into me. The jerking increased its rhythm and I increased my sucking to match its tempo. Faster and faster we went until my mouth was suddenly filled with a liquid and I realized he had spurted into my mouth. Cousin Lily had told me about the spurting--her fiance had come into her hand to show her how it worked. But. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They. Id always thought I knew what it meant to want, no need, forgiveness. My caste finds no redeeming value in apologies, she said grimly as she opened to door. Was that it? No salvation left? No second chance? Would I go to Hell? She turned her head over her shoulder and spoke in a harsh voice through a clenched jaw. You already have. Burn. She left and I wept around the hose in my mouth, alone. Profane the Haunted Heaven, Jeering, Leapt Into the Pit of Calamity&hellip, Avrielle! her little voice. My desire for her was now uncontainable; I moved up so I could kiss her neck, her ears, and finally her ripe inviting lips, while I could feel my cock searching eagerly for the moistness of her pussy.My cock found her wet lips and gently I pressed it home. She gasped. I was frightened of hurting her, for she was no mature woman like Wendy or free spirit like Connie or Kylie or Gina. This was the tight young cunt of a good girl with a sheltered Scottish upbringing. She had told me about the.