“Right and Brad Pitt is president.” I laughed into the phone, laying myself back on my bed and looking up at the ceiling. This made me tired, and ... hated it. “Well I mean think about it,” She began, “You have been feeling sick, you are tired, your body hurts, you have been having lots of unprotected sex. Sounds like you are pregnant to me girl.” “I need to go,” I said quickly, hanging up the phone before she had a chance to say anything up. I sprang up in my bed and hurried to get dressed. I. Ami soon began to moan again at the feelings she was having. She could feel his balls smacking against her over and over again with every thrust. His fingers continued to push deeper and deeper into her ass. She was being filled in a way that she never thought would happen. He asked her if she was ready for more and she quickly responded that she was. He moved slightly and the head of his cock pressed against her asshole. Slowly but firmly he entered her. It hurt a bit but she found that she. “Now lift that tree over there.” Destiny said, nodding toward the dead tree in the marshlands. I reached out with my mind, and felt the roots of the tree, the tendrils rotted away years ago. I lifted the entire thing from the marsh, and elevated it twenty feet above the earth. “Write your name in it.” Destiny instructed. The forefinger of my infernal hand extended across the range. The further it went, the weaker my connection became, and I felt the fire beginning to cool, the wisps of flame. Breaking the silence, I started the conversation. The gist is not the common tinder reason, i.e., “fought with the partner, who was bad-mouthing and saying all demeaning things, which led to their horrible breakup. Now looking for some meaningless sex.”Nope, that was not the reason, it was a relatively simple one, she was new to the city, was bored, and wanted to go out and explore, but the lockdown disrupted her plans. Dejected, exhausted, and horny, she got on Tinder swiping.Fortunately, I.