Machop kissed her passionately, before nodding. Flipping her around, he thought it was time to try another leg lock. An ankle lock required skill, and...could permanently cripple someone. This blonde doll didn’t need to walk- Machop would carry her easily to where she needed to be. So, he gripped her right foot and ankle, locked his legs to fixate her leg, and twisted.Instead of pure agony from the destruction of bones and ligaments, the sounds from the blonde conveyed some pleasure as well,. “Lets go walk and when we finish, I can beg them to run the filters on the shot, or what ever they do.”“Okay but I want you to get his thing done by the time I finish breakfast,” I said. Yes, I wasn’t as cool that morning as I usually am. I wasn’t even sure why I was just on edge. I was a bundle of nerves right up until I lifted the home made war club, and took that first step.Then all the nervous energy was replaced by the pain in my left hip. I could remember how much better it had felt after. The next day, at his arraignment, the public defender was successful in getting the confession quashed and the judge ordered him released on his own recognizance. I had hardly been at home at all during the four days since it happened, searching the streets and finally being interviewed by the police. I had just walked in the door from the arraignment, seething and planning what I could do, when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and it was him! ‘Mr. Edwards, I just wanted you to know…’ was. "Her begging finished him off; the man kept thrusting wildly as ropes of thick cream spurt from his cock, over her chest, her face, her hair. His voice was staccato in time with his thrusts."Ah...ah....ah....ah....ah!"His thrusts became slower, but sharper as the pleasure subsided. Lifting his hips forward, he dangled his softening cock to her mouth, letting her lick and suckle him clean.He was too close now; gripping his girl's hair, he tilted her head back and forced his cock all the way down.