And I was only too happy to oblige. A hell of a lot of juice was flowing down her crack, wetting her arsehole and ending up on the mattress, which was...spotted and slippery. Her cunt and arsehole clamped down on my fingers, and she got nearly uncontrollably horny. She was whimpering and moaning. I pulled out my fingers, pressed down her legs and held them in a firm grip with my own legs. I shall never stop loving that feeling of stockings rubbing against my own legs.Then I reached out and took. Then she started talking to me about something.. cutted it up.. and like fucking shot at me the she knew I was actually picking up strangers on the street.She told me my face went frightened looking.Actually, she never made comments about how "dangerous" are my behaviors. Actually the girl precisely know that I'm the most dangerous person walking down the streets. I mean.. I'm not afraid of killers.. If I do meet one.. I'll kill him first if he don't want a good talk.So then, she told me that. Dean mobilized the military and declared war on the organization, the first war fought on American soil. Unfortunately, MASK possessed advanced technology, and their enigmatic leader, Warmaster, was a tactical genius who was seemingly uncapturable. Almost every battle ended in a loss and Dean was forced to surrender on their terms a year later.By the time she ended the war, it was too late, the US was in more shambles than her approval rating. The population was decimated and the terms of. They seemed to encircle you like pack of hungry wolves preparing to pounce at a deer. A wide pain cracks at your left ass cheek. Beard-man’s big hand trying to get you move. You hastily move towards a field of grass down the slope you assumed they were referencing. As you strain your legs, the sharp pain of beard-man’s strike echoes along your thigh and hip. So much so you can’t help but shed a tear. Your bare nakedness too suddenly feels apparent as your breasts hustle unrestrained and the.