She pulled a second finger into her greedy sex, her rhythmic moans accented by the wet slap greeting each penetration. Her body trembled, and with a f...enzied rolling of her hips she climaxed, her cunt rippling against his fingers as her other hand squeezed his rod almost to the point of pain.After a moment to catch her breath she pulled his fingers from her sodden depths, falling to her knees and regripping him at the base.“Keep your eyes closed.”She resumed stroking, smoothing her palm over. Deep down she was a nice person though. She treated him like her little pet.Carrie- She was blond. She knew him because she was sign as his big sister and took him under her wing. The first she saved him from getting beat up by some guys bigger. She was a bit of a bad girl and tomboy. She was one of those rocker/surfer type girls. She wore tank tops and had a pierce tongue. She rode fast cars and lived hard. She had a sun tattoo near her navel. She was tough but sweet. She also was very. “Kettle’s just boiled, help yourself.”Faith found the cleanest mug out of a bad bunch and made herself a brew, hope warring with realism. “Please don’t be anything expensive!” she thought to herself. She sat, flicking through an out of date car magazine disinterestedly, occasionally sipping tea. Eventually, Derek came in.“Well, love,” he began…“Please tell me it’s good news!” she begged.“Well, it’s not great.” Derek replied. “You’ve got an emissions sensor out. You’re looking at a couple of. Their gold was muted now, almost yellow. The intrusion of the witch's hand hurt mightily. However, Hyandai knew that this hurt was the least she would endure on this long night to come.Sorcha chose a long, very thin blade from the tools on the naked man's harness."You had better do more than try, my dear." Sorcha said. She negligently pulled her hand and forearm out of the elf's now-distended opening. Hyandai could see her lubrication gleaming on the woman's hand and almost to her elbow as she.