It hit her throat, made her cough… but she took it all. She managed to tilt her gaze up to him, his head back and gasping as she milked his gorgeous...cock into her mouth and down her throat, working the base with her hands and his head with her lips, nothing was wasted. She smiled, slipping his semi hard cock from her lips and looking up hungrily. He was gasping and smiling. She knew then what he wanted. She got to her feet and kissed him. The remnants of his spunk on her tongue as it swirled. Something grazes my left nipple. I gasp. What feels like many butterfly feet trace down my belly, and back up to my breast. I know my feet are tied apart, but on instinct I try to clench my knees and I realise that my knees are tied apart. I am wide open to whoever (or whatever) is in there with me. I close my eyes (though it doesn’t matter if they are open… it’s just too dark) and I imagine you in there with me. And that pinching of my nipples… I imagine it is you. It hurts… I want to scream…. Long, thick and straight with just enough wave in it to make it interesting to look at and follow to it's ends as it flows over her shoulders. It's a dark blonde and soft...modles must look at her hair and curse their own. I've LOVED it since I met her, sometimes I stroke it when she sleeps. It's simply beautiful.She rolls on the bed, stretching her body and working her way into a relaxing position. Her muscles tighten all over her body, her arms reachout and her fingers flex and dance abover. " You can't! You can't do that!" she pleaded with a hint of anger on her voice. "How could you be so mean? Don't you care how many lives you'll ruin?" Ah, Miss Sierra, this is exactly why I have to do this," I said. "You are so disconnected. It won't be my actions that ruin your family and your future, the blame lies squarely on your shoulders. You've had everything handed to you on a silver platter and, I'll be first to admit it, worked extremely hard at everything else, but it was also your.