As if I have become a horny teenager again.”“Same here, Vineeta, maybe that it is my son fucking me adding to the thrill.”“So, no guilt feelin...s?”“I am rather glad that I followed your footsteps.”“So keep fucking your son, and any guilt emotions from your son?”“He says he is proud to be a motherfucker. Now here he comes again, you know this time he wants to do me over the washing machine.”“Oh, that’s a good idea. Maybe I should also try it with Rick.”“Happy fucking, Vineeta.”“Yeah fuck on you,. "Pardon?" Paul asked as he stopped her."The Mountain climbing game." The girl said. "I'm Akari. Don'ttell me you've never played before...?" Paula." Paul introduced himself. "And no." Those who live around here and climb the mountain play it everFebruary. When you come down you tag someone going up andthat person in return has to tag someone when they come down.It's more fun when one gets to tag a guy so they can get togetherlater as a Valentine couple. All the guys were left near the oldhouse. Right then I didn’t care about how hard he fucked, how his claws raked my body, I just wanted his cock stretching me, filling me, hot dog cum filling me up. Just the thought had me cumming, screaming as his teeth grazed my neck and my body convulsed. Marked, cum filled, owned. Everything I wanted, needed. Her words came back to me, echoing around in my head. “You crave a strong alpha dog because at heart you’re an alpha bitch. You NEED a strong dog to make you feel validated.” Was that really. Her eyes fluttered open.“You’re not human,” she panted.“Sure I am,” he said, kissing her chin.Her stomach felt sore from the muscles there cramping. It wasn’t a bad sore, and she knew it would fade away quickly. She knew if she stopped now, she’d wish she hadn’t, later, but still she gave up. “I think I’ve had enough,” she huffed.Bobby was in that special place that a man sometimes finds himself, where he feels like cumming ... would like to cum, even, but knows that it would take a lot of work.