"Erika want to come into my house?" Umm...sure."Erika entered the house and Matthew loved her smell. She smelled wonderful. He was getting hard just b... smelling her. She noticed that he sort of sniffed. She smiled but didn't smile enough to be noticed."Sit down Erika." Thank you Matthew.He had to get to her Matthew thought..but how was he gonna be able to do that. Once she sat down he sat down right next to her. They both stared at each other quietly for a while and then he got closer to her.. I could not think of a worse fate to become those people than to take away everything that they are and were. No more strife because of them. No economic slowdowns or wars began by them. The only way to do this was to put our Nations military on a killing spree and have remove them all with extreme prejudice. Men, women and children.The question came from the bench "why children?"To b e blunt nits make lice and children grow up and you would have reverse of my situation. You choose what you now. He was 5’11”, had dark hair, and a perfectly trimmed beard. He had sharp jawline, his sweaty shirt that showed his fit body and his muscular hands. But the best part were that he even looked young. Just wow, Sex-God – that’s what I thought inside my head.I immediately smiled back, adjusted my saree pallu and my bun.Yes, for a 24-year old I like wearing sarees, sometimes they make me comfortable only because they make me feel sexy.Coming back to the story, I replied, “Are you moving in?” He. “Oh fuck that’s hot. Suck that fucking cock Torrie. I want you to fucking gag on me.”“Oh treat me like a whore! Fuck my throat Mr. Taylor!” she began to piston the toy in and out of her mouth loudly. The unmistakable sound of a sloppy blow job dominating the silence between dialog.“Oh yes suck it you fucking whore! All these months of teasing me, showing me your pussy, letting me see down your shirt. Dressing like a little fucking slut….” he was obviously beating on his cock.“Oh god yes Mr..