“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, staring up at the princess. “I'm going to cum so hard on his dick. Mmm, don't you want to cum.”“No,” she yowle..., her hips humping the air.“Liar,” my brother growled, his hands squeezing my tits. I smiled as he slammed into me. He fucked me hard. My brother rammed his cock into my bowels. He pounded me with passion. I gasped and groaned, my bowels clenching about his thick dick as he buried into me over and over again.My brother fucked me hard. He pounded my asshole. She knew exactly why. On the computer, a female voice was instructing him to do it, to build up a load and cum in his mouth. “I really want a big mess for you to eat up” the voice said. “You haven’t cum in 5 days, imagine how big that load’s going to be, how thick. And it’s all for you”. “Now we’re almost done building up that load that you’re about to shoot in your mouth, and I bet you can hardly wait any longer. I know you want it, and don’t worry, I’m going to give it to you”.She panicked;. Her lips are locked and she hangs on frantically as he empties himself into her mouth.Sergey looks down, watching her throat work to swallow. Two thin trails of cum seep from around his cock to flow down her chin. Then he thrusts once more, shoving his prick deeper into her mouth and sprays another stream right down her throat. Talilith eventually parts from his cock, leaning back. She takes her hand and brushes it along her mouth to collect the escaped cum onto her finger and back into her. It was nearly 1000 pages and took him three years to complete. The working title was Kitchen Sink, a joke, because he threw everything in it but it. That is, everything he’d done before as a writer. Characters and concepts. Plot arcs and writing styles. Including his poetry and plays. And more than any of his other novels, it involved the magic realism of his plays. Rooted in realism, and yet dreamy. Surreal. It was the biography of a schizophrenic, but one who had embraced her illness, which,.