Jess was exhausted, lying there trying to calm down from her excitement. She felt so good but also so dirty. Jess rolled to her side, running through ...he pleasure again in her mind. She thought for a moment, realizing she may never be able to experience anything with a guy now. What if it was just her and her older brother left alive, she wondered. There would be no guy left for her to experience. Well, there as her brother, but Jess knew he would never do that and would probably even think she. It was decorated with green artificial leaves and wide ribbons upon which were inscriptions from the Q'uran in Arabic.Laying beside that, was an open scroll on which was written, Underneath the crescent and star,'May Allah protect the land and the people of Lebanon and keep her safe from the infidel'.Infidel, or faithless, in this case meant anyone who would cause her people harm rather than non-Moslems.Around the room were placed copies of the Q'uran, one for every invited guest.Mo' was not. I've based a lot of his kinkiness on mine, like liking the taste of his own cum, playing with his prostate and ass hole, cumming on his own face, and obviously, we both have a big i****t fetish.Below are some poems that Carrie, Krista, and Chris wrote about each other and I hope it helps you get closer to the characters. Enjoy!Thickness, hot flesh.The head bulbous, the shaft a trunk.I taste heat on the roof of my mouth.A bulb in my throat.A snake of cum crawls inside me.I swallow.A whore.A. With a grin, Amy recognized the signs; he was about to cum.A long low grunt segued into a groan as he pumped a few more times, spurting inside Renee.Between scenes, the movie's volume dipped—the very moment Amy yelped like a puppy.Dan stopped and withdrew, still dripping. "You hear that? I think Amy might be back." No, I didn't hear anything."He cocked an ear.Amy put the crook of her elbow over her mouth muffling any noise. Drained, she could have dropped and slept for hours. But to do this.