I lost myself with him, becoming the twisting body asian of reaction, the writhing dancer of sensation. My hands turned to claws against his back, the nails digging into his shoulders. My eyes shut tightly, and I pressed my cheek to his chest, clinging on for dear life, whimpering as the feeling ravaged me. I was helpless to it, a slave and panties a victim, and it showed no mercy. My breath caught, my body seized, and I was trapped in the moment of excruciating ecstasy. Brandon shared it, growing rigid, unable to make a sound. Then the wave crashed upon us, and he erupted into my depths as I found my voice, and exalted to the ceiling. White energy shot from him, swirled around us in a vortex, and consumed the room. Shapes appeared in the sapphire currents; images of dolphins leaping from waves, of birds diving into canyons, of trees sprouting and growing to giants above sparse plains. My sexual climax dwindled, but a new crescendo rose. It was an exhilaration, a feeling of energy that raged in my veins. Brandon pressed his mouth to mine, and we stared wide-eyed into each other through the kiss, the feeling firing through our synapses, flashing, blinding, then… done. The energy dissipated, and with it, our strength. Brandon lowered us weakly, and I slid down the wall, before falling into a spineless sprawl on the floor. Our mouths stayed connected, the passion boiling, then simmering, then calming. We parted with a harmony of gasps, then looked down. My body was covered from foot to neck in white patterns. They were of animals and plants, the lines contouring to every curve of me, impossible in their intricacy. A wolf howled on my shoulder, a lioness stalked a buffalo on my thigh, a whale swam beneath the reflection of the moon on one of my breasts. There were hundreds of other scenes on japanese my body, from the soles of my feet, to the tips of my fingers, each one flowing with the curves of my form, and separated by patterns of foliage and water. As the light dimmed to its normal radiance, I noticed that it was tinged slightly green. Brandon created a butterfly, and its ghostly shell shined with the same green tint, before it dimmed to reveal the creature beneath. The monarch floated lazily about the room, and settled on a stalk of milkweed growing in the window. “Congratulations, Bound One.” Brandon whispered, “You’re alive.” “Oh my god.” I said quietly, the enormity babe of it only allowing a small sound from my throat. I was alive. I had a body, and it was mine, and it was flesh and blood and soul like it was supposed to be. I touched the tips of my fingers to my thumb, and realized that I couldn’t remember what it felt like to feel nothing. All those of years of floating between life and death felt like bad dream that was already fading from memory. “I love you.” Brandon said quietly. “I love you.” I replied. It was strange how little the phrase meant to me. For most couples, the speaking of those three words was a landmark moment in their relationship, but for me, it seemed like we were just speaking the obvious. “Now…” Brandon sighed, then groaned as he sat upright, “what the hell do we tell Mom and Dad?” “We don’t; problem solved.” I laughed. Brandon did Nylon not share my mirth. His blue eyes were narrowing as they focused on the butterfly in the window. I looked inquisitively at the insect, wondering what Brandon was curious about. Then I saw the cityscape behind the butterfly, and the sapphire light that illuminated the clouds on the horizon. “Did we do that?” I asked. Brandon didn’t respond. Then I felt it. Ever since we hired Amanda as a farmhand, she made quick work of every chore Steph gave her. Normally Elise would have finished milking the cows before having breakfast, but she and Betty decided to be lenient on the new arrivals. Only this time, he would be less careful. You want to wake me up every morning by eating me to an orgasm!” After several moments of silence the Major pulled the paper from his desk and extended it forward to Klaus who in turn took the paper and placed it into his breast pocket, coming to a position of attention once more and saluting. panties When I kissed her, she enthusiastically responded to it and allowed me to deep throat her with my tongue, something she had never allowed before with my older self. We had never crossed this line and I was sure japanese I would get myself in trouble if I went down this road too far with Lisa. It was just a mattress. Pain, and pleasure, and pain, and pleasure cycled through her body as she manipulated the rings, switching hands constantly in an effort to play with all three rings, with only two hands. “No, thank YOU,” I thought wryly to myself. He started thrusting in and out of me. With a contented smile, and a very full and sticky pussy, she got dressed again. She looked at me and smiled and rubbed her eyes. Rob too was getting out and heading for the tequila after what Mike had said. Then -- all too soon -- it was over, and her body had no more urine left to offer. She yelped, and pushed back hard. I squeezed her rump. I leaned down and sucked on your nipples and I heard you moan. My cum leaked out of the corners of her mouth. That sounds good. She thought she could see it throbbing ever-so-slightly, but that may have been the blood rushing to her head affecting her vision. The next Nylon day was a Monday, and that meant work for Laura. Then, as she returned to her previous position, she came back into contact with it. Ulrich didn't care. I was able to get my cock about asian halfway babe in when I couldn't push any deeper. The perversion of having sex with a corpse was enough to excite her over and over again. The hole was slightly bigger that the diameter of his cock and his cock went through easily. I loved him so much.