And she thought I was the god! pov I know I’m pretty, I’m not an idiot, but this woman… this woman looked like a fucking marble statue. Like, this is the kind oral of broad you’d see carved into the bow of a warship. I felt like a violin solo should be constantly following this woman. Oh, and I forgot to mention, she had a set of fucking angel-wings that spanned seven feet in either direction. “What would you have of me, Your Holiness?” she asked, her annoying devotion brimming cumshot from her face. “Well, first thing,” I said, “is to call me by my name, Willowbud.” I held out a hand, and she looked at it for a moment, then got to one knee, bowed her head, and kissed my knuckle as though there was a ring there. I rolled my eyes. “Shake it, Astrid,” facial I groaned, “it’s not your mother’s cunt.” Astrid started in shock, Brunette and I grinned internally. I had spent my childhood aboard vessels with the foulest of sailors, in bars with dock workers, in brothels with whores, and the past year jumping from caravan to caravan. Needless to say, my vernacular was quite extensive. I drop my bag and John says "let's get a beer." She froze as I caught her staring blankly at the flashlight in my hand. “And then what?” Her arms were crossed over her chest, her hip cocked to one side, a playful look of accusation across her face. I facial think that I might not technically be a virgin anyway. She was driving me crazy with that naked smooth body and leaving wet spots on my kitchen chairs too. “You’re right, Stavros. Her attention was drawn to his cock that was still hidden by the Speedo suit. Naked, on her knees, speaking into the camera, “and I rear-ended someone. But luck is luck. Charles smiled. Janis is in the front seat with Bronc as they were admitted entry by the front gate guard. pov WILLIAM AND LAURA HOUSE: It was clear she was joining us in rapture. They had a pretend-argument of who was going to get the cumshot honor of handling my “awesome willy”. “Well, that was the deal. Brunette I walk into the Stuffed Pussy at 10:00 am as requested and got to work cleaning up and getting everything ready for opening at 11:00. “Well, we sent Mark, Jonathan, and Sean, but none of them were successful with her. "Of course sweetheart" Henry said as he looked up and down her body. I tell them that we have gone to the shooting range, but we really didn’t do very well. Half human, half demon monsters that stalked the surface. “Surrender!” I groaned as it dueled with mine. “You can't be a coward and wait for your poison oral to rob me of strength.” Weaving their way through traffic they headed out of town toward deserted County Line road. You were bullied, or you hid for so long you can't let someone in? It could be someone did something to you that fucked the situation in your head up even more?