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Desiring Death
Cupping her sex and cradling the heat he found there was an almost divine experience. There was another hiss and her head snaked around to give him baleful glare, but he wasn’t the least bit interested in her face. Two of his fingers had now formed a two-pronged fork and they were aiming for her labia, doling out tiny little flutters of movement at first before progressing to a fi...
Published on September 12, 2015 23:00