My hair was matted and covered in filth, my skin was clammy and scratched in a hundred places, my feet were sore and blistered. I’d ceased my royal bitching after day two, not due to Malek and Drask’s annoyed growls, but because I was too fucking tired to talk. By the seventh day, none of us said anything at all, until Malek broke the silence. “Stop.” Malek said, holding up a splayed hand. I halted behind him, and Drask stopped behind me. Malek cocked his head, inclining his pointed ear to the sky and listening with one eye closed. It was then that I heard it: nothing. The constant chirping of birds, the buzzing of insects, the squeak teacher of squirrels had all ceased. The bustling soundtrack of the forest was muted to a tense silence, with only the whistling wind through rustling leaves to break it. Malek slowly reached over his shoulder, and unslung his bow. Drask put a hand on my arm and guided me to crouch in the foliage, before unslinging his bow amateur from his back. They kept their heads low, their backs straight, and their knees bent level with their hips as they moved in the underbrush. They stopped suddenly, postures stiff and unmoving, hands deftly nocking bowstrings. They kept their loaded weapons tensed and ready as their heads swiveled on static bodies, searching with the keen, hunter-eyes of the elves. An explosion tore through the silence, ripping the earth from the ground, showering the world in blackened soil and splintered bark. Malek rolled to his left, barely dodging the kinetic blast that cratered the ground before him. Drask dove to his right, summersaulted in a display of athleticism, and then loosed his arrow into the brush. A scream of pain sounded from nowhere, teen and Drask nocked another arrow just in time to be blown into tight pussy red mist. The remnants of the man seemed to dissipate in the air, blowing like crimson dust and mixing with the upheaval of black soil. I screamed and fell backward, my eyes replaying the shocking terror over and over again, unable to process what happened, unable to fully believe what I just saw. Malek let out a sound so agonized it would be seared into Hardcore my memory forever. He loosed arrow after arrow, tumbling this way and that, rolling to his feet, reaching behind himself, grabbing a shaft, nocking it, and firing all in one motion. One scream sounded from the foliage, and then another, and another. Kinetic spheres were hurled at the dark-elf, cratering the ground around him, blasting debris into the air, and he rolled between them, firing with every stop, emptying his quiver into the forest, roaring at the tops of his lungs until his body separated into a million pieces. He immediately locked the door behind us and stepped close to me. He placed his arms under mine and brought his hands up to my shoulders and he kissed me full on the lips, which caused my cock to get harder and become uncomfortable in my jeans. Can I fuck it again?” Roy lunged forward, pressed the gun under his daughter’s chin with his right hand. She looked me straight in the eyes, and mouthed ‘Spirit days – up the ante.’ She looked down, murmuring, “Something about staying in that stupid fucking room...” 'Thank you Adam that you think of me to replace Kasper and Nicolaï, but if this means I must do amateur what they did: all the cameras will be focused on me and I do not have so much experience. He takes the car out of the courtyard and heads back towards the limo return for the car. “Yeah, I’ll play,” Jeremiah says. "Mom, that was…the greatest thing I ever felt" Jack said and gave his mother a hungry look as his Hardcore cock signaled it was ready for more. “I'm so close.” She said now it’s your turn. She said I will teen let Abby know if we find any takers Master. A whole other thing were the pain-induced "orgasms" brought about by intense torture. He could take him home to his own house but that tight pussy did not seem right as he stood in Sarah’s apartment. “Would you like me to go the bar to get us a fresh round?” You love being my slut when we're in the bedroom so now I'm just bringing some more fun to our lives.' to be continued. It was Jack. Mark now sat down nervously on the couch his hands resting in his lap. I opened the door but before I teacher could say something Vicky had her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. I wanted to taste her real bad. John slipped both hands and arms down between his sister’s legs and reached up and cupped both ass cheeks as he stared up at Karen’s pussy. Maa is a long-legged lady. Call them in."