Gina was taken to a room and told to strip off; she started to protest but a clenched fist under the rib cage knocked the protest from her. Then as sh... struggled to regain her breath; her pimp took hold of her blouse and ripped it straight down the front; the sound of ripping material sounded so loud in her ears and she felt her pimps eyes devouring her ample tit flesh. Then she struggled as the torn blouse was dragged down her arms; no sooner did her blouse hit the floor than her bra was. The stories could be fairly mundane or utterly fantastical, though all should be smutty (given the nature of this site).The RulesFirst and foremost, follow the site rules. No bestiality, underage sex, or graphic violence.You should start by introducing your character. In the spirit of this being an exclusive and private club your character is likely at least a minor noble, an adventurer or explorer of some renown, or perhaps a wealthy but slightly out of place nouveau riche type. Feel free to. Mithiyal followed, slinging his own bow and quiver over his shoulder before grabbing his bag. They started out onto the plain, noticing with amusement the instant freezing of the diminutive figures coming towards them. The invasion had made timid rabbits out of even the most notoriously hardy creatures.At the exact center of the plain, the two pairs of archenemies met, eyeing each other with millennia's worth of mistrust and hatred. "Our King commands us to be here," the taller and bulkier of. Aslam: (muskurate hue) Ok. Waise aap bohot sweet ho.Main: (muskurate hue) Thank you.Aslam: Apka phone number mil sakta hai.Bina kuch soche siddha usse apna phone number de diya. Aur boli, “Main abhi chalti hu mummy khane ke liye bula rahi hongi, “aur bina uski baat sune chal di. Aur fir apne room mein aakar door band kar liya aur apni sanso par kaboo pate hue khush hone lagi.Kuch der baad mere WhatsApp par ek message aaya, “Hi main Aslam.” Maine reply kiya aur uska number save kar liya. Fir hum.