They blamed God’s wrath to explain what made it fall. To be honest Humans were just shoddy craftsmen back then. They got better at building though ...ot better at treating each other better. Slavery. Treating their fellow man like property no better than furniture. Raping, pillaging, and burning innocent towns. Did God drop these creatures on their heads or did some wiring get crossed in their fragile simple brains? Still Humans worshiped the art of killing and death. What’s so poetic about men. Against her clit. She rubbed her curvy body against it, spreading her slick juices against the white cotton. She trapped it, held it. Her hips pumped upwards. She rocked faster. ‘Yes… yes… yes…’ She pushed off the sheets, her naked body arching up from the bed. Her hands and her thoughts sent spears of fire through her body. Her moans danced across the room. Her hips rocked faster. Sweat formed on her brow. Her head jerked back and forth with her upward thrusts. ‘Make me cum again…’ she told. Usne red color ki transparent bra pehen rakhi thi , tabhi mujhe basic instint part 1 ka scene yaad aaya or same usi style mein mene uske kapde pade or uski bra kholi uskiChuchian na to jyada badi thi or na hi jayada choti medium size tha , uske nipple bilkul kade hoo gaye the , meine ek ek karke uske nipple choose wo garam hoti gayi or uske muh se oh ahh ki awajein aane lagi usne mera lund pakad liya pant ke upper se hi meri jeans tight thi isi liye ache se masal nahi paa rahi thi mere land ko. Asyet, noted Quentin, the girl’s flesh was unmarked so she would not have been long at her task nor would one of the overseers been around to give her a little stimulus with the leather thong.Julia had scrubbed those decks, Quentin said to himself.Day in, day out. Scrubbed till her arms and back were one whole burning ache. And then gone on scrubbing. Because her bottom burnt even more fierily due to the throbbing welts implanted by the leather.A joyous thought!Then Quentin heard a footstep.