The guy was angered by the well placed attacks, although not fazed.Aaron was on the attack, placing well laid out shots at the man. The man wasable to...catch Aaron with a left to the face, which didn't hurt, but wasfollowed with a knee to the gut. "GODDAMN!!!" Aaron yelled, having beenpunched and kicked harder by more skilled fighters, but none of thoseattacks felt anything like this..."Hold, up, hold the fuck up!!!" the man said as a crowd was brewing. Itconsisted of mostly blacks, and. She wanted to be an extra good cockslave by fucking the sacred idol very hard with her ass, so she would feel much pain. She was unworthy of the touch of Master’s cock and deserved to endure extreme pain for being filled with something as superior as the sacred idol, a representation of Master’s perfect cock. Slut focused on composing a prayer for Master while she fucked the sacred idol hard. She felt thankful that Master would probably grant her several hours to do this with the wondrous hard. The fragrance of her aroused womanhood lured me. For a moment she hugged my cheeks with her soft thighs. I was in a fantasy of sexual heaven. Dorothy sighed sweetly, ‘Ohhh, Aaalexx.’ I pressed my cheek softly against her puffy mound. She sighed, ‘Uhhnnnnmmm,’ and flexed her mons gently to rub on my cheek. I kissed her panties on that sacred place and then raised up to her until our lips came together again in luscious nibbles. She hugged my hips in her thighs and murmured in my ear, ‘I’m. .. this was it, I was going to die.The tarnished KnightI drew in a huge breath. The pressure on my throat was gone. I thrashedabout a for a few seconds, as I realised there was no weight on me, butthe cuffs and ropes still held me in place. My vision started to clear,indistinct colours and bumps resolved themselves slowly to reveal mybedroom wall and ceiling the wardrobe at the end of my bed. From a longdistance I caught the muffled sounds of a struggle. My ears popped andthe faraway sounds.