No one had ever filled her up like this. Aaron waited for several heartbeats before he pulled most of the way out and then thrust his entire length ba...k in. This time when he hit her cervix, Nina cried out.~It was all Aaron could take. Nina cried out again as he thrust deep inside her and he felt his need to nut, to breed, take over. He wanted to fuck Nina like a mare in heat. He groaned as he picked up his pace and thrust into her poor battered pussy again and again. Nina cried out with each. ”“So tell me.”“ ... no.”Of all the insufferable shit. He picked up the mask, and stared into it eyes, into the white glow of its mouth. A white glow he was all too familiar with.“If your sisters are the Fates, I ... I don’t know who you would be, or how you can talk without a conduit.” The mask wasn’t strapped to a skull, no one had died to fuel it. How was it talking?“Deep within ... blackness ... I speak.” It laughed, a hushed sound, barely more than a whisper. “Sisters ... would prefer .... Now I ask myself, am I morbidly or abnormally predisposed or do I behave like this? Or is it not really about fetishism, i.e. a form of sexuality that focuses on certain objects or parts of the body?So, am I perverted?Let's take my profile apart.1. I like to wear nylons, as socks, stay-up nylons and tights. Perverse? I think no. This is also no longer a fetish, but a way of life. The feeling of wearing it doesn't excite me (well, sometimes it does), because I just feel good in nylons. You can. ”The entire group exploded in laughter.“Coward!” she teased.“Nah, forget that!” Robby declared. “The real thing is WAY better!”More laughter.“I have a lifetime contract to play for the team I’m on,” I grinned. “And a ‘no trade’ clause!”More laughter.“If only the Reverend could hear THIS conversation,” Marie smirked. “He’d have a stroke and we wouldn’t have to worry about him ever again!”“What day do the Regents meet, Melody?” Sophia asked.“Tuesday evening. Technically, it’s an open meeting, but.