I leaned forward, pulling her hair and biting her ear. "Little bitch," I grunted. This fuck was one of disgust. It had arisen from so many days of dis...leasure after so few of love. It was sexual frustration left to rot in the shadows finally brought to light. I could see Allie moving to the front seat for a better look. "Do you still love me?" she gasped. "I never loved you," I whispered into her ear, punctuating every syllable with a thrust from my pelvis. "Yes you did. Yes you do!" she said,. He couldn’t believe what Ellen was doing to him and how it made him feel. She was the one that would make him feel like a man and he needed that. He needed to know that Ellen would be his girl and only his. Ellen could feel her senses heighten. Her hips began rising and falling uncontrollably and the pulling almost painful need to orgasm overwhelmed her. ‘Oh my God! I don’t know what’s happening,’ she cried. ‘Just go with it. You’re going to cum.’ ‘I don’t know if I can do this,’ Ellen cried.. .. Zax, what you always tell me that you want to be?" Using his first name was a sign that she asked seriously."A strong Mist User like you". He replied without hesitation."And on your path to becoming a strong Mist User like me, are you also planning to repeat my mistakes?" She did not ask him "Why you want to be a strong Mist User" on purpose. Growing in today society, almost every child dreams of becoming a strong Mist User. And children with strong individuals close to them tend to see them. We slipped into the changing room where one of the bruisers was splashing neat spirit onto the cut`s with a less than gentle touch. Our girl was sobbing with the sting of the spirit. We silently replaced the hulk, and Jon gently dabbed at the cuts and assisted her to dress. The organiser appeared and gave her his thanks, and a stiff drink, no pay however just thanks and a drink, we pointed out she had saved his neck that evening, but he shrugged his shoulders at Jon`s complaint that, this was.