After watching her shaking her butt while keeping her chest as still as possible for a long time, he got bored. He left and went to his mother’s roo... where he retrieved one of her cigarette lighters. Riley heard him flipping it open and lighting it. “What the hell are you doing?” she screamed.He shushed her as he brought it close to her face and then her chest. He held it against one of the safety pins until the metal became hot. “Stop!” she pleaded. He moved to the other pin instead and got. Faith said, "Why aren't we at that pawn shop right now? Why aren’t I kicking some ass?" I went," Junior Slayer said. Another one Faith didn't remember the name of. Slayerette had come with Watcher Junior three days ago. She'd walked in thirty minutes ago looking like she'd lost a fight with an 18-wheeler. She was already looking a little less battered around the edges but Faith didn't give a shit. "I told you, the jerk behind the counter said she'd never been there, I could tell he was lying. In the center of the room was an enormous, canopied bed held up by stout wooden columns. Each column was carved into the image of a man or woman. Two writhed in silent pleasure. Two appeared to be in acute agony.“We can work on that,” Amber offered with a shrug.Laying on the bed looking unhappy in a swath of bandages was his Beauty. Her smile was enough to make his wounds hurt less.“Welcome home, Lord...” Amber paused and looked at him. “What do you wish to be called? Lord Logan?”He thought. I feel a slight pressure on my entryway as you press lightly with your tip. I try to relax and allow the feeling of submission to overtake me. Your prodding becomes more pronounced and I feel the head of your cock pop into my opening."Oh my, Jenny, that feels wonderful!" I exclaim.You hold it there for a moment before continuing to push deeper and deeper into me. I retaliate by rocking back to meet your thrusts.We establish a steady rhythm, gaining speed and intensity with each thrust. I feel.