Your hands reach forward and your palms on my chest your arch your back and point your chin to the stars feeling the width of me stretch you and fill ...ou and complete the union of the two individuals and make us one. I pull you down a little – betting the other nipple inside my mouth, I hunger for more then just being inside of you, I hunger for your spirit – for your soul I have to tease it out of you, suck it out, nurse it out. Your hand goes to the back of my head cradling it there – pulling. Others weren't so lucky. He would stick his knife between the fifth and seventh vertebrae and sever their spinal cords, or he would stick his knife in their kidneys. He would twist it around until they died. When he finished with the guards, he went to work on the workers. He spared no one but the children. My former boss was hung above the front door, gutted and given a Colombian necktie. The mercenaries told him about me. I arrived back in Thailand. I came out of the airport terminal and he. She struck herself in the chest, still violently pulling on the sheets she’d somehow twisted around her hands.She opened her eyes. She was alone in her bedroom, and to judge by the pale quality of the light it was morning. To her displeasure, she was still covered in a clammy patina of the coagulating sexual effluvia in which she’d slept. Disgusted at it and herself, she untangled herself from the vile stew — and the sheets — and swung her feet towards the floor.Pain immediately made itself. When Peter dropped his boxers a stiff cock sprang free. It was not a huge monster dick; it was a nice size, about the same as mine.Ana pushed him down onto the couch. She then slowly swayed her nice body; giving us a good look at her round soft curves. Then she settled onto the couch beside him and looking me in the eyes she took his cock in her hand and began to slowly jerk it. She smiled at me briefly before turning to give Peter a deep blow with her red lips; burying it inside of her throat.