I went to my cave and found my power animal. For some reason, my power animal was a centaur holding a crossbow. And while I'll spare you the psychob...bble that went along with that, I connected it to the fact that I enjoyed being the hero. I enjoyed helping. All I had to do is have confidence, believe in myself, and I can stroll in like the mighty centaur and save the damsel in distress whenever she needed.Needless to say, dude stopped punching me at some point. I opened my eyes (well, eye. " That evening," continued Bertuccio, "I could have killed the procureur, but as I was not sufficiently acquainted with the neighborhood, I was fearful of not killing him on the spot, and that if his cries were overheard I might be taken; so I put it off until the next occasion, and in order that nothing should escape me, I took a chamber looking into the street bordered by the wall of the garden. Three days after, about seven o'clock in the evening, I saw a servant on horseback leave the house. Despite all of Sophia’s young pussy juices flowing, he could only get about half of his nine inch cock into her pussy. He stopped fucking her and gently picked her up.Sophia didn’t quite realize what he was doing, but she wrapped her legs around him anyways. She felt strangely safe and loved when she was in this position. Her arms wrapped around Liam’s broad muscular shoulders. “EEEEE” she screamed as Liam swiftly dropped her onto his cock. Seven inches of his white cock invaded her tiny. ”“Clitoris,” she pronounced, experimentally. Then she grinned. “If you’ll forgive the turn of phrase, it’s a bit of a mouthful.”“Perhaps you could shorten it to ‘clitty’ or ‘clit’,” suggested The Beast.“Clit sounds vulgar,” she said gathering her clothes from the floor. “I like it.”The Beast looked at her seriously. “I took a great deal of pleasure in your company this evening,” He said, “But I am allowing myself to be swayed by you against my better judgement. Repeat for me the words that.