She snapped her head up, took a huge breath and engulfed my cock again. Again she repeatedly hit the back of her throat but this time she took my hand...and places it on the back of her head. I take both hand and hold her head as I pump my hips fucking her mouth. Then I held her head steady and pushed my hips up as I pulled her head down. I was forcing my cock down her throat. She was gagging but she kept on letting me force it down. I let go and Sara head pops up, she is gasping for air but. I did the dishes whilst the Redhead treated Martel’s injuries. It was clear that she was a Doctor, or a Nurse. Firstly because of the array of drugs she seemed to have, and secondly because of the skill with which she turned the skeletal remains of Martel’s foot into a stub at the ankle. Martel resembled an amputee victim rather than a half slaughter pig. The excess skin and bone was placed in the trash, and the Redhead dragged the weakened Martel into the bedroom. ?I love breakfast in. . he wants to attend a party in the nearby apartment’s told how far is it and i asked can i join? he told, y not, u can as iam feeling bored that Sunday. Then, we went to attend the party,he took me to the same apartment where i looked at that aunty. he got busy in the party as, it is his girlfriends b’day party.i dont knw wat to do n felt in mind,ohh unnecessarily i took the chance of coming over here. then, after a long struggle waiting.. the moment came of cake cutting, i started moving. Both feelings were pitched to intensity in his presence. She died for his touch and died from it at the same time. Even now, with only memories of him, those intensities were doing battle in her mind. She fed on him with her emotions, making her feel empty most of the time. After all, how can one find fulfillment with something that is not there? She pressed her head to the mattress, the silk of the sheet soothing her cheek was a poor substitute for the imprint left behind from last night. She.