She had been shaken awake. Pushing aside her confusion for a moment she focussed on her need for a drink. Her mouth was at that stage whereby it was...so dry that it was sticky and her lips glued together. She padded softly downstairs, not wanting to wake her sleeping family, and opened the fridge. Orange juice would suffice. As she leant against the bench in the dark she heard a noise. The slapping of the back door on the doorframe. An instinctive fear welled up inside her but she forced. I am 18 years old and 5'8, I am very skinny due to the lack of food in the orphanage. My breasts though are quite large, I don't know how large since none of the bras fit me, therefore I don't wear one. The adults at the orphanage tease me calling my breasts watermelons; which as disgusting as it sounds is true. I have deep blue eyes and long platinum hair.As I arrived at the orphanage I saw that we had a guest, an ogre. He was about 8 feet tall and he was wearing nothing but a lion cloth.. “What did I do to deserve that?” I asked.“You were just being Charles – exactly who I fell in love with.”I could sense she wanted to do more than kiss, so I got up and pulled her out of the spa saying, “Ladies we’ll see you in the morning. Don’t come in our room, unless you want to see something very disturbing. Good Night.”We covered ourselves and walked to our room.“What exactly are you planning, Lover?” Claire said.“I have no idea, but they’re wondering now, so that’s my evil point,” I. She was propped up on the pillows, her body once again spackled with glistening wads and ribbons of cum. She smiled at him bewitching as she drew her knees up and let her legs drift open to each side. Elliott watched as her hand slid down the front of her sexy black corset, one talon-like red fingernail stopping at the top of her shiny slit. She wiggled her fingers, causing a milky gob of semen to slip out from between her gooey cunt-lips. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Elliott crawled onto the.