He shook his head, wincing at the twinge in his temple and gripping tightly onto the cool porcelain sink for support. His doppelganger stared out from...the mirror, splintered and chipped. Marcus glared back. Fibrous grey skin, muscles long wasted away leaving nothing but waxy flesh, meat as soft as rotten fruit. Red-rimmed eyes sunk deep into their sockets. Mouth drawn in, shrivelled; his tongue dry, lips cracked and brittle. Scratch marks mapped his body where he’d clawed at the pain.Is this. . things... to discuss."Vern eyed Margot's skinny girlfriend, and Pamela's blush returned. Vern's look said he knew EXACTLY what the couple were discussing; the mild disgust that tinged his expression said 'dumb cunt' almost verbally - but the words never passed his lips: he merely nodded and returned his attention to Margot. Vern had sensed early on that Pamela had racial issues; her lack of the amount of sense required to maintain birth control merely lowered his opinion of the stuffy,. That portion I could see was at least ten feet long and a yard in diameter and I watched with increasing amazement as the ladies gave the messenger his reward. His tool grew even longer and thicker as the Lady Petrova’s movements became more forceful until it discharged in a copious spurt onto the dungeon floor. His ordeal did not cease until his tongue had satisfied Griselda and the Lady Petrova tired of stuffing his arsehole.Griselda led the now exhausted messenger away. The Lady Petrova. . Rolling and bucking his hips as he soon fills my arm mouth with his entire length.. My tongue now tightly pressed up against his meat.. My eyes looking up as they begin to water as he aggressively starts to fuck my face with his thick member.. I don't push away, as he grabs hold of my hair tight as he literally uses my face just for a means of pleasure. This continued for a further 10 mins, and after those 10 mins.. My makeup that I prepared for the interview was completely ruined, covered in.