..give meall you got...fuck me deep...give me your knot...make me your bitch". I then felt thedog grip me tighter as I felt his knot slip inside me. I...started pushing back hard as Ifelt the knot swell up. "fuck me...cum inside me...I want all your cum". I then felt thedog give a couple more thrusts then felt the warm cum filling my ass. Cum started leaking out of of my ass dripping down. It must've still been full from the boxer's cum.I was still pushing back as I felt the cum still pouring in. Even though she banged on the gate of the Drakni Drive home for a week straight, Shrika would not let her in. Her belly grew, and she cursed the father and how he rolled on top of her in the middle of the night and imposed what she never wanted to offer.Fatima’s life had been rearranged, but not the father’s life. She could feel the resentment sweep through her like a hot flush of wind funneling through a slum trail. She reluctantly thought that with patience and a bit of persistence she could. Mumbling something that it was okay, I saw Megan standing behind her.That was not the girl I remembered from the pictures they had sent us.This was a little ferocious fox. She was the American variant of a punk rocker, at least in dress code.Maria and I still are frequent visitors of the underground clubs that play that music, but we lean more into the Gothic industrial.Megan was dressed as a Rocket queen, black leather high heeled boots, two pairs of stockings worn over each other, the top one. " Wildhair said, grimly.The older lady smiled at this show, however restrained, of impatience in the Anamchara Elder and began to unfold a ground cloth."We might as well be comfortable, Elder Wildhair," she eases her old bones down onto a corner of the cloth, then leaned back against the large stone monument that "explained" the existence of the clock tower. "I brought tea and through an interesting variation in a fire spell I was recently taught, it will heat itself."Wildhair grimaced again,.