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She raised it to her neck, and snapped it into place. It had no adornment except a "D" ring on a strap which hung down her breastplate, but it held in it the universal meaning of submission. He owned her. Moki never wore a collar of course, but in sex she must. He knew his bitch never doubted it. He divined she never had to: they were a team, after all, so well trained that even short of camp, little more than, really, a beat up sleeping bag and a cooler perched on a rise, he could bump her to a stop, sniff her to her back, force her legs apart, and as he had done often when they had been a-froggin' back East, roll in her carp to conceal his own scent. He would be quick though, with compilation his perfuming ritual, brief this evening, because tonight not even this unhallowed choreographer could defy time and night itself. He had obligations too. He was as ed as instinct, without the choices his co-star may have had just this morning. His dark little film noir had a firm play date and it was plotted under a starless proscenium, so he nipped her up and onward toward that stinky old sleeping bag, her ill-lit stage. He pranced her along, salivating less with intelligence than with the Pavlovian anticipations of the specticle to come. Could he visualize this child's comedic shakings Big Boobs as a mockery of a girl shivering to death, or did he predict the future in the way the soulless always seem to do? He had come to expect her infantile moans, those faminiar delightful soliloquies of icy suffering, but massage in the end it did not matter, neither to him, nor to the unhearing umber universe above, nor any longer to the Great Rock, near but forgotten. -- -- And the award goes to... well done. Bravo! Encore! -- -- Good boy. Nice puppy. The Sun was dying over the edge of the world, so it was less than night and less than day in camp. Red was black; white was gray. Against creation's last glow Moki observed his little bitch puff into the static evening air checking to see her breath, judging the temperature thereby. Not frosty tonight, he saw, not yet anyway, but soon it would be too dark to tell even with her moss-green-grays, or with his blue and brown, with a dollip of copper. They were a team, however, these two, so with a wink and a nod he had her unfurl the mise-en-scene where he would stage her, --Crackle and Fwap!-- She did so with such a fly-cast snap he started aback a few feet. He steadied though, when his fading bratling fished handjob into her backpack for her kneepads and then landed them home with an authoritative Velcro crunch. She seemed so unhesitating, so self-assured, so almost eager, knowing what was to come. Was there something he did not know? Could she defy time and the night itself? He watched as the girl dimmed to an apparition in the evening's amber glow. To him all became gray as all becomes gray to those without a soul. His eyes could no longer follow her as she flicked off her Kleenex shorts and tissue camisole. They vanished into the living black. His world had become flat now and she was without contrast. Her lilting mons pubis was all he could see of her in the breathless din. He watched her blend into a floating detritus on a murky lagoon as she became merely a triangle of black sex hovering disembodied over a dark unforgiving sea. Her eyes were gone and she had no shape. Thus this fearsome Mistress of the Day who while pov she had the light, believed in the blowjob light, that she might be a child of the light, in his world clotted into a dark gelid shell of fishy incense, rotting taste, and warm cunt only. In starlessness the sire would breed her. He would batter her perineum. He would bloody her cervix. He would make her bleat like a demon if he wanted to. “Rithi's keen eye!” groaned Ealaín. “Keep sucking on my cock. Jason told Amy his heart began to beat rapidly. Plus, she realized, she wouldn't be surrendering her bodily integrity if she made the conscious decision to allow the worm creature access. Linda, the most talkative of the three, was describing a beach just a few hours north that they had been to before reaching Phuket. Marissa would hate me.” She shuddered. Every time I look at compilation you the thoughts come rushing back." Honestly, I've been there, done that. I wanna jump out of these pages and run my hands all over your sexy body.” My senses sharpened up as I stood with my back to the wall and gently swung the door open. Mrs. Black said you were part of our family now but it is a Big Boobs little more involved than that. She voiced a little wail of utter surrender, and he pulled her head back by the hair to growl into her ear. "I love you too, Sweetie," I automatically replied. They had quite the selection of food. After a few seconds Goldie opened his eyes to find The Oldest Bear still hard as a brick right in his face, Goldie looked up at The Oldest Bear in confusion, “good, now don't close your eyes again... "What do you think of my suggestion now. "No my dear Arthur, you did everything right. I also knew that if I was there, they would force me to clean their cum from her. I didn’t speak in a commanding voice like I would to Ashley, but there was a firmness to my voice. It was a part of the world. She nodded. Just like what I did to violet when were alone together. She was so limber. I stammered. "No. I definitely want you to treat Pete in bed as if he were your own husband, because I intend to be do the same thing with Carl. Perhaps an old apartment building with empty rooms with the exception of old beds used for service. When the bell rang for the start of class all conversation stopped. Her son’s best friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in blowjob the process helping herself to more and more of his cock. Beside her was Chris's girlfriend, a slender blonde with small, perky breasts named pov Tanya. Thank you for freeing me. They hurt my kin, hoped to change us to hurt others for them. “Fuck them both.” Penny heard Julie say as Penny showed the two men into the living room. I tend to be the quiet one of the bunch, only often talking during breaks and so. She wanted to grab them, but she couldn’t let go of the counter. She would lay under Liz and suck handjob her nipples and play with massage her clit while I screwed her in whichever hole she wanted filled.