When your life is on the line and you’re staring death in the face, you don’t quibble over how many moments you may have left. You grab any last s...cond you can and hope it’ll be enough.Convinced his suit’s air was working, he glanced up. The display he’d been so concerned with seemed incredibly distant. So far away, he could barely make out the dim glow of its screen. A random nut smashed into the corner of the screen, shattering the upper left corner, but it wouldn’t make much difference now.. This seemed to work although he had quite a bulge in his trunks, and we were lead out to a concert hall. Marked picked me up and carried me over to the couple and we sat with them, had some bubbly and had photos took with them. Everyone seemed to enjoy it and after 30 minutes we left the party and went back to the changing room.I was so worked up that as soon as the door was shut I was thrusting my tongue down his throat and getting him hard again, I pulled down his trunks and his cock sprung. She knew it was wrong, that she belonged to someone else, but all she wanted was this…..him. She wanted him to take her….claim her….possess her. She knew that if he came inside her, that he would own her….body and soul, and what scared her even more was….she didn’t care. She turned back to face him, looking at him with unrestrained desire. “Fine….come on then…..fuck me. Fill me with that cock you bastard….you’ve already raped me….so finish it….rape me…..take me….claim my pussy for your. !" Doug finally spoke, his face flushing red. "Y-You son of abiscuit!" He snapped, only to pause at what he said. "Wait... what thefudge? S-Sugar! Darn it, why can't I swear!?"Mfalme let out another laugh as he listened. "Oh yeah. Part of thehypnosis is, quite simply, you can't disobey me," he said with a smirk."So when I said to watch your language, well..." No... no fudging way..." Doug gulped. "Y-You're making it up... this isjust stress, is all!" Oh yeah?" Mfalme grinned as he whipped out.