She would gag as she tried deep throat and moan and swallow my load. She was wet and tight. Eating her pussy, you could feel her cum on your tongue. H...t fucking. She was horny. She would fuck missionary. On all fours. She would ride it or reverse. Always moaning and squealing when I fucked her hard. She would always cum at least twice while I pumped my load in her.This is where my mind messed me up. I started seeing her with those guys. What really flipped me out was thinking of her do to those. This can't be happening.Then she felt a hand touching her, and one word screamed in her mind. NO!!!"Ouch! What the hell?"My hands flew to my forehead as I opened my eyes quickly. I looked around, wondering just what the heck did my head hit. My eyes fell on the bedside cupboard to my right, and concluded that it was the culprit. Darn, I never knew that a plastic cupboard would hurt so bad.It's time to get up though, I thought, it's workday today.So with one hand on my forehead, I grabbed my. ‘Joy? Where? In the struggle for rice?’ And she walked away.The road was a welcoming sight, and she vowed never to enter another unlocked home. Drakni Drive was full of rejection. At each door a servant answered. They were refined and kindly. Rejection, however, was still rejection, no matter how calm the servants were. With each rejection came more rejection.She maintained her anger through the next gate. A long leather strap with three gold bells was nailed to it. She gave it a pull. A bald. Suddenly her back arched and a shrill scream left her throat. He felt that walls of her spasming cunt tighten around his cock, almost to the point of pain. The speed with which she moved against his cock set off a chain reaction and cum rocketed out of his balls. Barely able to breath, all he could do was grunt with each spurt of cum.When he finally opened his eyes, the smile he'd been wearing faded away to a look of horror. The pupils of her eyes were the color of fresh blood, and long sharp.