Not a goodbye hug, Emily glowered, feeling her hands tremble with rage. This isn’t over. This isn’t over. Maybe I did drop the ball on… sorting out all my feelings for Brian, that’s fair. Okay, yeah, I literally pissed away my chance. But her pissing all over me to get Brian? No. Just, no. Bitch’s gonna get stitches. • • • Present day Brian’s FINALLY free from her evil clutches for one moment, erotic so that things could maybe start to turn around. I can’t STAND to just let her keep hurting him anymore. Or WORSE, decide to try to get back together with him. No. Just, no. Just…um, just one more time, before I have to go, Emily decided sheepishly, locking and tugging on her desi doorknob for good measure. As she slowly spread her thighs, feeling the fishnet body stocking of her cosplay stretching and shifting against her bare skin, the hemmed opening between her legs gaped open, exposing her blushing pink labia. To help clear my head. Yeah. Her carefully fingertips glided easily into those gleaming wet sensual folds, and a shudder went through her. Emily had been unusually soaked down there lately. She didn’t even feel wet just down there—it was as if that same slippery, slick sensation, that sexual need was seeping throughout every nook and cranny of her cerebrum, lubricating her thoughts into a certain sexual direction. A finger slipped deep inside—but she imagined right now that it was Brian pushing himself into her, Brian wrapping his arms around her. Emily felt a silly smile of satisfaction spread across her face. A weird feeling flowed through her, and her eyes dazed going blank, seeing something passion like a pattern of light refraction upon a pool of disturbed water. Mesmerizing, almost hypnotic. She pretended Brian had his strong arms trapping her in a tight embrace, that her small breasts were squashed up against his couples bare chest, and that her face was nestled perfectly into his neck. Maybe he would whisper an apology arab for the things he was about to do to her—for the primitive, violent ways he was going to use her to vent out his lust. A helpless growl, already lost to desire. Do ittt, Emily might urge him, her lips just beneath his ear. F-fuck me. Break me if you have to. Fuck me with everything you have, even if it’s more than my brain can handle, even if it turns me stupid. J-just FUCK ME. She squeezed, nearly pushing her own finger out of herself as she clenched and flexed, and almost toppled over backwards. Fuuuck. The other guy was a little more shy but he was also in really nice shape. He was such a perv. Dana sensual said with a joyous sniffle, knowing the vows were nearing their end and soon she'd be her brother's erotic wife, her twin's slave, forever. Brennan groaned again as Joey leaned forward and planted an open-mouthed kiss onto his teachers open mouth, shoving his tongue between his lips and exploring every inch of the suddenly dry orifice, his tongue ring ticking off of Mr. Brennan's teeth as he explored. Our faces are desi so close I can feel her breath. My baby boy, terrified and confused, imprisoned by the devil for my own faults. When it was finally over I got up and saw Louise on her balcony watching us. arab I hope you enjoy reading my story, welcoming your thoughts and comments either positive or negative. Great job! Lita looked back at the action passion on the stage. Sheila replied. Lily laid the cloth over Brett’s face, made sure his nostrils were covered, and then pulled the cloth down couples against his skin. I was suddenly so tired.