I try to make you feel every thrust each time I plunge deep into you. And then the moment comes. We both can feel it, as we are one beast now. We i...stinctively pause for a second to catch our breaths, looking deep into each other's eyes, because we each know the other is saying. You rise on me, ever so slowly, until you reach the very top... ...Then you SLAM down on me by letting your entire weight drop you down my shaft, like sliding down a fire pole. This time, we're both slippy, sloppy. Helev Hetra said, settling an arm length from Boolian. “It is not a secret that the Golden Desert Forte and Blue Sea have the best relations. If they will disregard the repercussions and decide to cooperate with the Luminous Church for the period time of the Event, than without a doubt, our native forces would end up being the losing side”.Boolian’s pink reptilian eyes depicted Helev Hetra. “Groups of wraiths across the ridge already started to massacre each other. It will be far more dangerous. Chrissy goes over Jack's lap once more and assumes the same position. "This is your birthday spanking" "Chrissy please count out loud, how high are we going?" Forty-one." Very good." Jack starts spanking lightly, "1,2,3,4,5."Jack increases the intensity, "6,7,8,9,10."Chrissy's breathing a little harder. Jack increases once more, "11, 12, 13 14, 15."Chrissy breathing very hard wincing at some of those. Jack gives pause. Jacks reduces intensity once Chrissy's breathe returns to normal with. Welcome to history in the making!”History in the making indeed, but who’s history? Is this 1927? No, I don’t think so. It can’t be. I scan the room. Opulence. Wealth. These I don’t see. What I do see is a worn-out space, wallpaper peeling, carpet ripped out, exposed floorboards, and dark brown stains on the floor that might be blood. It’s obviously not 1927. The space reeks of age. How do I know this? Opulence. Carpet. Floorboards. Somehow, the meaning of these words and objects are intuitive..