She thought she should ask him who he loved first , then tell him she loved him so she asked "Hey Naruto , do u have someone u love?".At first he was ...ilent , probably thinking , then he answered very small voice so much so that she couldnt hear what he said.She asked if he would repeat that , that she had'nt heard him , when suddenly his arms were around her and his lips were pressed to hers , giving her the kiss she had wanted for so long.She kissed back enthusiastically but desperately. Going here and there in the kitchen, cleaning the stove, washing the dishes, even scrubbing the floor, she'd managed to convince herself that she could wait until Charley arrived home. But during her shower, with the steamy water and the oily soap stimulating her naked flesh, it was everything she could do to keep from applying her finger to her tight little sphincter muscle. At one point she gave in, even, and fiddled with the crater and some hair soap, stuffing her asshole in the shower, but. Of course, her scream’s cut short by Mr.Hemsworth’s impatient cock knocking on her front door. She squeals softly as the long appendage violates her mouth, forcing her jaw to open while finding a home in the back of her throat. Tears form and swiftly fall from her eyes. Most drain down her face, trickling from her chin. However, a few drizzles near her lips, lubricating Mr.Hemsworth’s shaft and making its forced entry easier. “Mmm! Mmm! Mmmmm!” Charlotte muffles, scared. Desperately, she tries. My cunt filled and stretched. Oiled and dripping as they rub against each other. Thrusting and insistent. Pinned atop their stiff digits. Skewered and sodden." "Fuck I'm hard. God, I need to see this." "Nooooo. Hades. Underworld. All eternity. Me. Oh God, the shades, they're becoming clearer. Merging. Forming. I can barely put one foot in front of the other. Men. Warriors. Musculature. Sweat sheened and battle grimed. Faces. Clear, recognisable faces." Who are they? Can you tell who they are?".