At one point she was standing at a kitchen counter pouring wine for us and I decided to just go for it. I walked up behind her and slipped my hands ar...und her waist. I then kissed her gently on the side of her neck. This caused her to close her eyes and let out a deep sigh. She turned to face me and our kiss went deep and wet with a lot of tongue. She was an exciting and erotic kisser. She made her tongue dance in ways that had me wondering what else she could do with it. We moved to the couch. Even though, supposedly, I’m supposed to be some kind of spokeswoman for the women’s right’s movement, in the human resources department at the company where I work. I only talk like that in public for the political points it gets me, and to use it as leverage against any men who challenge me or disagree with me in any kind of way at work. It’s magick! Anytime I want to ruin a guy’s life and get him fired, all I have to say is “He sexually harassed me!” Since I’m so hot and everything, it’s. The screams actually hurt ones ears. So piercing, so unbelievably exciting.And the destruction was glorious, the balls digging in to soft girl meat, wrenching little gobbets of raw flesh from the galvanised bodies, the buried dildoe, the breast hooks, the hidden petals of the expanded anal pear, and the many loops of brutal razor wire starting to rip the sisters to shreds after just the first of dozens of wickedly violent strokes.Ilsa could feel splatters of warm blood splash her body. She. I let my eyes wander up from your ankle, following the curve of your bare calf until it disappears under the hem of your dress, a promise of more smooth skin hidden above. I let my eyes roam higher, noticing the swell of your hips, flush in your face, the way your stiff nipples press against your dress. “You’re beautiful,” I tell you. I need to see more of you. I say, “Lift your dress for me. Slowly.” You bend lower to grip the dress on either side of your knees, and begin to pull it upward,.