” Those thoughts are toxic and seizes up your body.When you're in love with someone who doesn't love you back, you get so ******* close to hating th...m. You hate that they've ripped you open, eaten you up and have left you to decay. You hate that they have let you hate yourself more than you could ever hate them. You hate them because of the things they gave you which weren't all good. And the things they stole. Like crying on their shoulders which they gave, but your pride they took.When you're. Watching her playfully play up to him brought him some smiles. She was so wanting him to over power her. His eyes caught hers twinkling like the stars. Her softness combined with her muscular strength was heady stuff to be so close to. He noted her beautifully painted toenails, for some reason he wanted her right then. Reaching out for her she smiled shaking her head no. While she was walking towards him. He laughed at her will, he would show her his will was stronger. He felt that was her. All of his ministrations are not in vain. He does all of that nightly to prepare for his feast. Shining in the soft candlelight, completely relaxed, I will spread my legs as he kneels before my holy altar. My temple is his place of worship. I have prepared a challis from which he can drink the sweet nectar of the gods. Softly, he spreads my lips and he inhales the scent of my pussy. Content to just luxuriate in my special fragrance for a moment, he will take in all the details of my divine. "Looks like a dead whore to me!" Starial slaps him, "She breathes, she is alive, you dumb bastard!" Mogash chuckles, looks over at the other girls who are busy licking their orc cum from their faces and breasts. "All of you bitches are nothing but whores! If that one is alive, prove it!" I am high as hell from the orgasms. My body seems glued to the floor. I don't have the motor skills to raise up to a sitting position. I roll over onto my side, and then my front side. I hear Mogash gasp in.