Kim is her name. In her twenties thin and very cute. Nicest person you ever want to meet. I pictured going to her place and when she let me in I brutalize her rape her and fucking torture her with a hot soldering iron. One of my favorite fantasies. Good for a great orgasm. I saw a movie once where a fat pig guy uses a soldering iron on a whore's tit. My dick was twitching. After cumming I get into bed and take a nap. Hopefully, when I get up Karen will be home and I'll force feed her my cock. I'll eventually pay Kim a visit too but that's for another day. It was the big day, as an empty house sat before a large wolf and a message carrier, a house they would call theirs. The man clung dearly to the wolf's arm as they went inside, the interior was dusty and worn, age clinging to every square inch of the house. Yet the man looked around in awe. "I gagged could imagine setting up some vases right over here with trumpet flowers, and over here we could find some ebon wood to replace these boards and-" the man ran back and forth, filling the house with potential ideas as the wolf of a man could only stand to watch him go. "-and right here we could even get a comfortable chair that could fit the two of us." The wolf stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder "such unbound optimism, it's why I fell in love with you Matt" "It is and will forever be mutual Jack" the man wrapped his arms the wolf locking busty in a kiss, and soon hugging the loveable ball of fur for what felt like years. The man looked up with tender eyes "so let's get this place cleaned up, and then we can have Suck our fun" "you've got it" Matt began to walk away, but couldn't escape the playful slap on his ass from his partner, allowing a laugh to escape both of their lips. So it was then that hours of labor flew by, rinsing and moving items about the house and making the place feel lived in. Sweat drew from Matt's head as he continued to run a wet cloth over the table's top. He felt the pelted hands of the wolf run around him, a familiar lust drawing into the air, as Jack's maw kissed his neck. "Mmmnnn, can we wait a bit? I just need to finish.. the table...." Matt felt his own body begin to convince himself, the eager hands of the wolf making him felt needed, he eventually fell to cum the hunger from within. "Fuck it, there's no resisting you" so he turned and matched Lesbian lips with the beast. They sat with tongues clashing and fighting over one another as Matt slid his hands down the waist of the creature, allowing Jack's pulsing cock to be freed from its cloth prison. Gripping hand jerked it quick and excitedly, Matt's fingers enveloped in the ooze that came with it. Using my fingers to spread her buttocks apart, I leaned forward and ran my tongue down the side of the valley between two pink cheeks. This region is very private and secluded to society. The dead thug had managed to cum fire off some shots, and this would bring up attention. Her tattoos were gone. My tongue swirled around the nub while Bethany planted small, sucking kisses. Peering around the molding of the entryway to the living room. I shivered, our destination. It was amazingly crowded but Tony went through the busty crowd easily. Kate had smallish tits but perfect handfuls for me. Sam had slightly bigger breasts and a bit wider hips. Evan grunted at the way her pussy threatened to pull his cock right off. You're not ready for me Suck yet." “Yes.” Show this sweet girl how you can fuck me…. After a bit of rummaging Toby pulled out a coil of rope. Just not yet. “It’s nothing personal, I’m Lesbian just not emotionally ready for a relationship.” What was she up gagged to? Any child she might have birthed in her time could have been vital to the birth of one such important person in history. It didn't get noticeable until we had been married for around 11 years. A hot shudder ran through me. Maybe I did have to come visit. Cindy: As Susan help me sit down, I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. I kissed her and told her she can do whatever she wants with Cara. He thrust his fingers into her slit, making her cry out from the violation, but with his other hand locked tightly around her throat, she couldn’t reach a volume to truly describe her anguish. I am glad Max and Sally are not in the kitchen as we go through. “Yes, sir,” he replies. You're right sire! I was pleasantly surprised by the courtesy and compassion shown during our meeting.