In Hell, you’re an emotional cripple.Hell is a state of mind and no one could help me. No one could save me. I was trapped by memories, the only mem...ries I had - six months of Addison four years ago. I had no other memories to distract me.In this Hell, I adapted. I’d learned to lie. I’d learned to fake social skills, pretend interest; I’d learned how to survive, not live. I worked out daily hoping the endorphins would assuage my soul. They didn’t - gone before I left the gym. I kept up. God...that feels damn good"Rachael shouted as she came all over my finger. . They were of all sizes and forms, some short and squat, some tall and lanky, some short and scrawny, some huge like trolls. Their teeth were nightmareish, as if they were examples of the worst of English Dentistry, and yellowed fangs poked out of their mouths at odd angles. When two of the leaders spoke to one another across me from where they were parked on either side, discussing me as they might a particularly interesting roadkill, their voices were like slabs of rough granite scraping. The spasming along the underside of his erection made her think that she could actually feel the ample cum coursing through his cock and blasting into her cheek. There was so much—poor baby, she thought, no wonder he was tracking her down so suddenly this day—four hard spurts followed by a more modest fifth and, after a few beats, a droplet of a sixth. Before he’d reached that number, however, some of it was already oozing back out of her mouth, she wasn’t prepared for the force and volume, and.
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