Another playful giggle slips through her grinning teeth like an amused child playing with dolls, before she touches herself, teasing her lips apart, e...posing her raw pink flesh and crinkled bud to me. I lick my lips as I hold them in my mouth, tasting the bittersweetness of dinner, of the almost-raw meat again.Her fingertips swirl and pinch and pull and push. Her purrs and hums announce the delight of her own touch, and when she sinks a finger into herself, her red lips round open, forced. Your panties are all wet from what I can see.- Oh, yes, I am. God, Orla, I want that cock of yours in me.- You are finally going to try a new one, laughed Alice. But leave a little for me too. There was absolutely no finesse about all this. The women were half drunk and horny, and they just wanted to get it done.Orla pulled down his trousers, and a long, fat cock jumped out. Britt held up her skirt and pushed her arse out on the edge of the sofa. With her legs spread wide she was one big. She stops. Her hand caresses the skin, now an angry red, with a few specks of blue coming through.I jerk when her nails run over my glans. It's very sensitive, and the more so after the beating it just got.She makes a small disgrunteld noise in her throat, and goes back to the rack.Her next choice is a belt, made from a strip of thick but supple leather.She wastes no time, and the leather makes a hard impact on my cockhead. The surprising blow provokes a small grunt. She smiles satisfied, and. They have a need for their bodies to be respected even in death, while as for me, I do what I have to because my life was stolen from me - taken - and speaking honestly, I don't know whether it was real or just the delusion of an old schizophrenic mind. Maybe I've always lived in these caverns. Maybe all my troubling memories are lies. All I know is that I can spear a dead woman's cunt and crack it in two.How did I learn that?And as for Christine...My cock hardened. I picked up a rock and.