. He was going to ruin me, he's fucking me too hard, I can't survive. I don't want to survive. I'm his fuckdoll, here to be fucked until he's done wit... me. I began to moan louder. He tells me to shut up but I can't, it's the desire and lust of surrender being fucked out of me in every way possible. My cockette is spurting with a mind of its own, my body is quivering from head to toe, tears are running form my eyes, pulling my mascara with them and air and sound is leaving my mouth with no. Here he is in a hurry to come over meet me. With trembling finger type, "Cum on over and get it! Oh Magic, I cannot wait to wrap my lips around your cock as you watch me! Oh fuck, my clit is throbbing!"You type, "Sounds like someone is more the ready and horny like me! Good-bye I will Cya in an hour baby!"I hurriedly set up some candles to give the evening an alluring atmosphere. I than take a shower looking at the clock constantly. Oh fuck, why does the hour seem to go slower them molasses. ”“Alright, then this must be your husband’s. I can leave you alone and go arrest him,” he suggested. She edged to her seat pleading him not to. “Please don’t arrest my husband, I beg you.” Her shawl slipped off her head, showing her silky smooth hair parted in the middle.She didn’t bother to cover it back up and cried softly. “You don’t want your family or neighbors to know about your husband’s drug usage, do you?” Stephen placed his hand on her knee. “I understand. Nobody has to know.” He. Giving up all hope, I sent a steady stream of vitriol and invective skyward and slumped in my defunct car, defeated.When the grey field finally dropped, the mob swarmed in, and then almost immediately they trickled out again, disappointed. I could have told them it was no use, that the Confederacy would be long gone before the barrier dropped. Sighing in resignation, I levered myself out of my car and headed inside, my nearly two hour break finally over. I hoped my girlfriend would be happy.