Kelly fantasized looking up into Colt’s face as he pumped into her over and over.“Daddy, you’re so big.” She sunk two fingers into her hot hol... and pinched her nipple, pulling it. More juices leaked from her as she added a third finger inside herself, trying to reach even deeper than she already was. Cocking her legs to almost her ears made it easier to fingerfuck herself, and it got more desperate with each stab.Only a minute later, she felt a surge of hotness through her entire body as a. “There’s nothing to be ashamed about. Masterbating is a natural part of life.” “You mean your not mad at me?” I ask. She takes her thumb and wipes up the jizz off my face. What she does next catches me completely off guard. She licks the jizz of her thumb. My jizz! My mind is completely blown. “God I love the taste of cum... “ she moans before looking back at me. “How could I be made at you? I masturbate all the time.”“Really?” I ask.“Come on! I live in the middle of nowhere all by myself. Of. She had subtly flavoured the delicate flesh with wild herbs. Wild kale surrounded the trout, broiled in the juice of water and animal fat. Her mother had taught her well, it wasn’t only her unusual approach to sex that kept her man and made him come back.The day of his successful return wore on to dusk; night fell like a smothering blanket over the grass tundra. Burr had played with the boy who was yet to receive his name, teaching him subliminally, the fundamentals of hunting, stealth and. No one to help, your wife sick and dying, lying in her own feces. The smell of sickness and death, your wife lying next to you, dead and rotting. Death all around… too weak and sick to move, taking so long to die…'Distressed by the images that the being inside the farmhouse had broadcast, Béla pulled herself up, forcing her own protesting muscles into action. She lumbered unsteadily up to the farmhouse door and pulled it open. The smell of rotted flesh was so strong it disoriented her and made.