.Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…Viiissshhhaaaaalllllllll…Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh..I will diiieee…Ggoooddd this feeeeellssss hell goooooooddd.." she was wet down the...e immeadiatly..Vishal got further down and licked her strong soft thighs..And bite them sumtyms..Asha was on cloud 9..Immensely in pleasure..Vishal removed his pants and bot were nude now..Vishal really had big dick..Asha got up and started sucking his big dick.."aaaahhhhhhhh asha u suck so weell asha…U bitch..Suck it on..Take whole in your mouth. " lied Hardcase."But- You said- er, oh never mind" sputtered Freaky, finaly realizing that Hardcase was pulling his chain. Mr. Bigfoot was a truely apt name for the creature, as it had so many toes on each foot (noone bothered to count them) that he couldn't get all four feet into a normal sized litterbox at the same time. They turned one of the unused bathtubs into a litterbox for him, and closed the shower curtain to reduce the spray of sand when he buried his waste. He was truely a large. She clearly had been to a hairdresser. Her hair accented her long and graceful neck. She had on very light make-up, something she didn't often do. Her dress was absolutely stunning and had clearly been tailored to fit her body precisely. It was black, and elegant. It was not a poofy bridesmaid dress, nor was it scandalously slutty. It had thin shoulder straps. It was low cut enough that even at a quick glance it was clear she could not be wearing a bra -- a fact that was confirmed when she spun. The way his clothes fit, combined with his expression of 'I'm so fucking done' create a rather unappealing picture. Then, he approaches a mirror and straitens his stance, pulls back his shoulders slightly, and gives a small smile. The difference is quite surprising, as now he looks collected and in control of the situation. "Looks like I can still fake it."With those words uttered, he turns and leaves his apartment, heading to his own personal hell. The place known to the rest of the world as.