Images of Daisy riding the statue's cock or being filled by Armin. Visions of a happier time for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a book, then visions of her being gang banged by the satyrs in the most intense detail. Then, he blowjob saw the pink haired girl again. She was a bit older than the last time he saw her but not much. At first it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her stomach with her hips raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted collar, wrist and ankle cuffs that weren't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxurious jewelry. She was laying on a sea of white and black sheets and blankets. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadows, slowly sinking a cock that was much too large for a human girl to comfortably take. But they weren't on earth, and he'd know that. They were in their own little dimension and the man shrouded in shadows could do whatever he wanted. Once this was over, her hands fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the visions, asian it caused him to react violently. The pink haired girl was an old memory, a suppressed memory. Good amateur memories weren't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad ones as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the night Mister O lost faith in humanity. Or hope. Or even redemption. The visions of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the pink haired girl. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the ominous person about to take her from behind was a whole different story. She was small, fragile, a delicate flower. But as the demon revealed one of his many forms, with his vile member. It was more hideous than any of the satyrs, in many ways the shaft resembled a muscular forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a hulking fist for the head attached with wrist like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a cock invade her, was the welcoming look on her face. The look on her face was not a learned look or one that she put on for show. It was a look of happiness. Real happiness. The look a lover might give going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a look of pure bliss. She was adorned like a queen, only with the unchained fetish shackles of a recently freed slave. And she looked the part of the queen receiving her coronation. After it was done, Mister japanese O turned around facing the mysterious woman while roaring with rage. "What was that?" he demanded while in a fight stance, "The fuck was that about?!" he continued to yell with his knife drawn towards her. Mister O reacted as she knew he would. She didn't react at all. The girl only stood there, even more ghostly and hauntingly beautiful in the darker light. "That was Sadie, you remember her name, don't you? Dad pulled me close then I stretched out across the seat and he moved around to lie with me. My butt was pressed against the seatback, dad’s hard-on was pressed against the junction of my legs. “Abena. he said to himself. I’m just as fucked up then, as you claim to be………. A furious blush spread across it. Her cock smacked so hard against my cheek it made a loud smack. Standing in the doorway her six-foot frame perfectly supported her expensive boob job she had done while on her last trip to Paris (Devil had approved it). The girl struggled, but it was no use, and a moment later, the arm started to drag her towards the hooded woman and a portal she had summoned behind her. "No, It's Claire, hi Arleen." She put a hand on the back of her leg for a couple of seconds, then flipped over. She bent down to pick the dog costume up and could not help herself from trying to give the camera the best possible view of her nude body. “I’ll be massaging you today with some warm oils and will be helping open your rosebud. “Right now you’re driving me insane, that scent on you just sped up the trip.” Wait! It was arranged so I would lie down but my legs would dangle off the edge. "Here." They were blowjob all japanese thinking, that I had lost my mind. I slid my hands further behind her and gripped the sweet fat of her ass, savoring the feeling of her warm flesh molding in my hands. “TRICK!” ogre rumbled, his voice rattling the room. Then I figured, fuck it! I could have made it from the estate but got a coffee at Dunk your Donut in Town. amateur April 17th, 2047 Originally my parents pushed him to me even when I was fetish little against it. With nothing but empty fields along the highway, it was as if the world ended just past the shoulder of the road. She lay down on the rug and put her hands above her head, clasping her fingers. “Fuck,” he groaned as I leaned my head forward. I was alive with energy as she thrust it deep. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower wall, spreading his round, firm ass cheeks and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his small dick responding to the ministrations and rising to it's full 4.5" length, his large testicles making it look even smaller than it was. “Bob! Instinctively, I grabbed the book and thumbed through it, and as I saw the first page, I grinned. He had no trouble looking at my cock though and didn’t seem afraid of it. It was incredible. I needed her advice so she came over for coffee. "Drink, baby, drink some." The CG guys both congratulated John as did Miguel. We heard his car’s squealing tires leaving the house, and I finally took a breath. I followed him out to the front of the asian store and stood there for a bit. My hands grabbed her ass through her skirt, squeezing her perky rump. After they both settled into their rooms, the entire family sat down for dinner, eating a delicious stew Liz cooked as the snow kept falling outside.