A warmth was spread through her body emanating from her pussy, full as it was from the cock pounding into her. Her Drill Sergeant was mercilessly fuck...ng her, holding her legs spread high and wide by the ankles. Kiaras chest and face was flushed bright pink, almost as much as her pussy was as it battled to try and tame the thick cock that stretched it. She could feel his pace slow, instead of the fast hard thrusts he was shifting to slower, deep ones. She was feeling his head pushing her open. One evening at around nine, Naomi walked into the quadrangle at the back of her residence. Across the way, there was a large store room of sorts where a lot of sporting equipment was housed. There were two large locked doors that barred the entrance to this facility. To the left, there was a small pathway with an established shrubbery bordering it. That evening, prior to lighting up her cigarette, Naomi decided to explore this pathway to see what lay beyond. As she arrived at the end of the. Mostly, she felt the smooth marble of her own skin under his rough, callused hands. Behind it, she felt a gnawing hunger in his belly and a worrisome flickering of his lifeforce as he ate and drank only enough to keep himself going. Some days, he slept at her feet, his devotion not allowing him even the energy to crawl to his couch before sleeping.Some days now, her creator, whose name she now knew to be Pygmalion, would spend all day and all night caressing her flesh, and she knew it to be. ’ I teased, knowing full well he thought of himself as quite an amateur chef. He looked at me quizzically and stuck out his tongue like a child at me. Sat down and spooned out helpings for me and then him. The aroma of Sheppard’s Pie filled the room. I commented on his ingenuity of the even raking design across the top of the potatoes which he perceived correctly as a compliment and this lurched conversation into the numerous uses and history of paprika. We talked some more over dinner about.