Or something.Weird.After reading AscendingAuthor's blog, and I don't know him at all, one way or any other, I'm a little mind boggled by what he says ...here. Of course dedicating oneself to 3.2 million words in a single story??? Wow! It's safe to say that he and I have very different views on storytelling in theory and practice and I'm sure neither of us is more right or less wrong than the other. I wish him the very best of luck with reaching the longest story on SOL goal or whatever the thrust. Her face was beautiful, with rich full lips, large brown eyes and high cheekbones. Her black hair cascaded off her head in long curly locks, her skin was soft and smooth, well taken care of, especially for a girl her age. She stood with her hand on her hips and she had a look of fierce anger in her eyes. The man she was speaking to was perhaps 37. He had a brutish good look to him. His frame was strong and muscular and his face and head angular. They both shared the same rich chocolate brown. He knelt down and grabbed my foot and started licking my toes and between them. Causing renewed flowing of my already wet pussy I could feel my juices running down onto my butt hole. I reached down to touch my clit when George said ah , ah be good lay still. My hips were moving on their own violation as his tongue continued up my legs and onto my thighs and missed my aching pussy. He used his tongue in my belly button then up my sides then over my breast stopping to suck and nibble at my. Her face was a cushion that could also lick an asshole. His Supremacy’s asshole. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she was a little turned on by the idea, by a dominance so complete that it can make a person into a special sort of cushion.His Supremacy moaned in pleasure and looked out at the several people, including Daymon and Henneler, still bowing down. “Is she worthy of absolvance?,” Frenessa asked, gesturing down at Collasa.“No one is worthy of absolvance,” His Supremacy said,.