Rudimentary. Uninspired.No, their punishment must be more severe. Tailor made to fit their self-serving nature. A reliquary for their crimes.The Kitsu...e smiled wryly. She knew what to do.It was simple really. Top laners were prone to fucking over their own team to satisfy their urges to fight the opposing top laner. Thereby, it only seemed fair that, as punishment for such actions, they spent time fucking their opponent to satisfy her cravings. It would be just how they like to fight: one on. I used to live alone those days as I hadn't found someone to share with me yet. I came out of the shower wearing just my towel and nothing else. I had wiped my body but had left my hair to air dry. I always used to keep the windows closed to protect myself from prying eyes, as most of the time I wore negligible attire.I started browsing through the magazine and stopped myself at the hot pic of Hollywood star Emma Watson. I had been attracted to celebrities before, my earlier crush was Johnny. She had not been wearing underwear. As I wiped my hands on the napkin and finished my beer, she began to massage her nipples and her clitoris gently, eyes half-closed in anticipation.I rose from my armchair and went over to the couch, sitting next to her, and began to lend some helping hands. I began to gently knead her soft and meaty titflesh between my fingers, and she opened her eyes to stare at me with pure and unadulterated lust. Leaving her stimulation in my hands, she reached up and. Could they?I rushed down the path and into the treeline, forgetting to duck on my way through. Brambles caught me head on and managed to scrape and scar my face and neck before I had the chance to protect myself with my hands. My dress ripped at the shoulder, but once I was free from the brambles I started running as hard as I could.Trees swept past me and it was all I could do to concentrate on avoiding the roots appearing from nowhere under my feet; their attempts to trip me up at every.