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estdeus_innobis2010-10-12 03:15 pm
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His stories..... (cont.)
February 18th, evening
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Iblis, dressed in a new body, goes to the tavern to drown his sorrows. There he encounters Syl, there for the same reason. After some commiseration about their remarkably similar personal lives, the two of them retire to Syl's wagon back on the Carnival Lot.
Caldwell don't waste no time, which attis point's jes' fine by me. She pushes'er face 'tween m'thighs, curlin'er tongue up inside'a me. I gasp, jerkin' m'hips up hard 'n sinkin' m'fingers inta'er hair. 'er hands 're on m'hips, holdin' me close, fingers diggin' deep 'nough t'bruise, an' jerkin'n twistin' 'gainst'em. Not cuzzi wanna get 'way, mind, but cuzzi can't bloody help't. What she's doin' feels so damned good, jes' can't stop m'self from movin'.
She works'er tongue inside me ferra couple minutes, an'en pulls out 'n up, draggin't over m'clit. 'er hair's hardly long 'nough t'wrap round m'fingers, so I settle fer diggin' m'nails inta'er scalp. Think offhand't she's gonna end up bloody, but'at don't matter none right now. What matters's th'feel ovver lips on m'clit, an' th'weird, sharp, sparkin' feel when she nibbles jes'-so-lightly onnit witter teeth. Got 'nough time t'gasp, "Oh, fuck - " an'en'm comin' so hard I can't hardly breathe, m'spine archin' off th'bed an' m'heels drummin' inta'er back.
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Iblis, dressed in a new body, goes to the tavern to drown his sorrows. There he encounters Syl, there for the same reason. After some commiseration about their remarkably similar personal lives, the two of them retire to Syl's wagon back on the Carnival Lot.
Caldwell don't waste no time, which attis point's jes' fine by me. She pushes'er face 'tween m'thighs, curlin'er tongue up inside'a me. I gasp, jerkin' m'hips up hard 'n sinkin' m'fingers inta'er hair. 'er hands 're on m'hips, holdin' me close, fingers diggin' deep 'nough t'bruise, an' jerkin'n twistin' 'gainst'em. Not cuzzi wanna get 'way, mind, but cuzzi can't bloody help't. What she's doin' feels so damned good, jes' can't stop m'self from movin'.
She works'er tongue inside me ferra couple minutes, an'en pulls out 'n up, draggin't over m'clit. 'er hair's hardly long 'nough t'wrap round m'fingers, so I settle fer diggin' m'nails inta'er scalp. Think offhand't she's gonna end up bloody, but'at don't matter none right now. What matters's th'feel ovver lips on m'clit, an' th'weird, sharp, sparkin' feel when she nibbles jes'-so-lightly onnit witter teeth. Got 'nough time t'gasp, "Oh, fuck - " an'en'm comin' so hard I can't hardly breathe, m'spine archin' off th'bed an' m'heels drummin' inta'er back.
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