Her palms controlling the long fall into the Ariadne’s arms with the softest pressure. He watched her land, as a ballet dancer in the lowered gravit..., her toes taking in her weight before setting down her heels. The grace of a snowflake. Her jet black hair flowed around for a second longer, falling in slow motion to lay on her shoulders like a silk bolero.“Were you the one making an RCS adjustment earlier?” He asked.“Affirmative, Captain Strugatsky.” Answered the pilot, sarcastically.Who else?. The dark haired grey eyed young man was a dreamer though. His father was a smith, just as his father before him. Aron had been trained in the ways, and had even forged the sword that hung by his side. But he wanted more from life than a good job and a stable income in the same town he'd grown up in. If he hadn't left, he knew he never would, doomed to reside in the same place repeating his father's and grandfather's stories, and passing on the same mundane legacy to his own sons. No, Aron. “Please, please stop…”He was sobbing. De Goth moved over to her, tracing her gloved hand across his daughter’s mouth, tugging at the lip.“Do you want me to stop Deborah?” she said. The sound came out as a muffled no.“Tell him, tell your Daddy what you want.”“Daddy…” Deborah said, her eyes rising slowly to meet hers. “I want it to fuck me.”He broke. “I’m sorry… I’m so, oh god… oh it feels so good inside of me. I’ve never been fucked like this, Daddy. Nothing could ever fuck me like this.”“He’s. Us gaon ki ek ladki roj mere saath chandigarh padne jaati thi.bahut mast item.vo bade bade chutad bhari bhari gaand,bade bade mome ek dum gol gol khade rehte the har waqt.aur jab vo chalti thi to dil karta tha k saali ki gaand mein loda daal du aur saari umar na nikalu.kher hum roj jaate ek hi bus me,thoda dekh dikhav hota akh mataka hota aur ek din maine dekha k ek ladka uske pichheBus me khada uske gaand pe apna lund ragad raha hai aur ek haath se uske mome daba raha hai aur vo masti me ankhe.