There were a few hybrids playing badminton out in the Hardcore field. “Hey,” I said. She turned to me. “What do you want?” “Did you forget? We won the tournament.” In one hand I held a small cake, and in the other, I had two forks. “Just amateur leave me half, big I’ll eat it later.” “Ok, but I guess you won’t mind if I eat my half out here.” She rolled her eyes and I sat at the table with her, removing the plastic top covering the chocolate confection. It was small enough to be eaten in one sitting, though any of the doctors would disagree. I took the first bite and anal let out a loud hum of bliss, but Neija refused to acknowledge me and continued watching college the sunset. “Goddamn, that is delicious. I meant to get you all cake back when you were in the hospital, but they considered it too unhealthy. It’s become a tradition in this family to celebrate with cake when a new hybrid joins us.” “I haven’t joined you.” “But I still want to celebrate you being here. I like having you around. I loved seeing you smile today.” She ignored me, so I took another bite of cake and let out another loud groan of happiness. “Neija, seriously, you really need to eat this. It is so good, you won’t believe it.” Now he was completely naked and stepped up behind her. I felt it again, sighed and exhaled, Hardcore letting all the tension go out of me. Mother didn't have a cock. I didn't care at all. Then flips her over. “Looking good, I love the trees,” he said, nodding his head, a grin crossing his lips. Her thigh muscles bunched as she spasmed. Her head tossed back and forth as he devoured her. Her big eyes pleaded with him to big stop but it just turned him on more. Using his free hand he gently coaxed her into a sitting position and slid his legs either side of her so that he was spooning her as he rinsed her down, then himself, before mounting the head in the lower socket, keeping the stream on them while he wrapped his arms around her anal waist from behind. “Ooh, Charlie, I think it’s time let this monster out, don’t you?” It takes the best of many martial arts and turns them into a deadly close quarters combat technique. “A pretty lady like you needs to be pampered,” she said, the massager moving around the outside edge of my right breast, the buzzing lightly grazing my boob. *"I might come pulling the underwear on, if you keep that up. She had often been similarly questioned by certain of our companions, when she confessed her desire to find one of the popular love tokens – not to advertise for marriage, she vehemently denied, but “for its mayical properties”. She slid closer to him and her large breasts crushed up against his chest. Chloe looked at him as he stared college at her body. Whack! As he talked I felt him pumping the head in and out of me. He took a tight hold on my waist, then I felt him raise his hips pushing upward, at the same time I felt him pull down on my waist. I felt a prick in my amateur neck and soon after I was out cold and asleep.