Ishtar's eyes had moved. There was no doubt about it. However imperceptible, the goddess' gaze was following James; she was resisting his magic. "Shit," James thought. "I've gotta hurry." He turned and walked toward the corner of the room where Mark, Jess, and Ash were frozen under the shadow of falling rubble. James' movement was labored due to the persistent gravity of the black hole, but it became easier as he got farther away from it. Moving as quickly as he could, James grabbed Mark and carried him away from the dangerous battleground. He bore him down the scorched corridor toward the Egyptian section – the walls and ceiling of which were also heavily damaged by Ishtar's artificial gravity. Continuing down the hallway, James returned to the main entrance. He easily removed the obstacle he'd created to block the door there and entered the circular room. Like everything else in the museum, the husks trapped there were suspended in time. Half of the mindless creatures were still out-cold on the floor, but the others had congregated around the once-blocked doorway that James now stood in. With little more than a thought, James effortlessly knocked out the husks that were still conscious; he didn't want to deal with them again. With Mark still draped over one shoulder, James proceeded out of amateur the museum and down the steps to the lawn outside. He laid his friend down in the grass before going back for the others. Soon, Jess and Ash joined Mark on the museum lawn; James was confident they'd be a lot safer out here than inside the crumbling building. Retracing his steps one last time, James returned to the Babylonian exhibit. To Ishtar. The goddess had moved again. In fact, she was still moving. As James reentered the room, his breathing becoming heavy and his head beginning to ache from maintaining such a taxing spell for so long, he found himself face japanese to face with the furious goddess. Moving in slow-motion, struggling against the effects of James' temporal magic, Ishtar bore a look of rage and hatred. James stepped away from her, putting distance between the two of them. White-hot blowjob pain lanced through James' mind and he clasped a hand to his head reflexively. The strain was becoming was too much now; he could restrain the flow of time no longer. Letting out a ragged breath, James let the spell end. Immediately, the deep, loud whirring of the blackhole returned in full force and James was driven to one knee by the sudden return of the immense pressure it emitted. Chunks of marble resumed their plummet asian to the earth, and the large boulder that would have certainly killed James' friends crashed harmlessly into the floor below. The room shook violently as the effects of Ishtar's magic continued to break down the building. Ishtar herself had stopped her agonizingly slow advance on James. She stood still now, catching her breath. Breasts heaving, she wiped her brow with a shaking hand. James watched. Evidently, he was not the only one who had grown tired from the desperate battle. Fighting against the weight that pressed down upon him, James found that he could resist the black hole's gravity more than before, even in teen his exhausted state. The yacht dwarfed Derek’s boat. “Little lamb, could you be my true love?” I asked the customary question. One even turned to Tina, her arms still around my neck, "Damn, girl, he's a great kisser." I didn’t care—just being around these gorgeous teens was enough for me. The sweet perfumed smell of their hair, their soft and clear skin, their long lashes and luscious lips all drove me nuts. She called the names of two futas, a freshman and a sophomore, that I didn't know. Before the crowds coming to our college's bake sale, I had not only sex with Leann, the only futa on the student council, but with my mother. She seemed a bit surprised when Cindy retrieved her ditty bag from my car, gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek before disappearing out the door. She ripped down my amateur jeans with such eagerness to be my whore. Enjoyed it. Eat my pussy! A portable dressing table sits along the far wall of the room. Rekha had a sinful smile on her face which confused Amit a lot. It wasn’t any cooler for me as I had teen only been wearing my white Lycra dress and shoes but Jon had had jeans on. Not only had adding her captor’s desired amount of creamer brought asian the coffee’s level to the brim of the mug, the chain linking the leather cuffs on her ankles only allowed for about 18 inches of movement. “I felt him.” "Oh....oh...we....shouldn't...we..oh...really shouldn't...." she protested as she pushed her chest up, shoving her nipple deeper into his mouth. We finished, and walked back to our lockers, drying off as we walked. This war was about illicit business. Alright boys I’ll have this set up at your house tonight. Hopefully I could tie into their Wi-Fi to bring more visual stimulation during the weeks I was there, utilizing my laptop. To cuckold not just my husband while I lived here, but an imam... I didn’t understand why until he put his hands on my shoulders and turned me, laying me down with my head in his lap. Her heart rate tripled as the General’s weight made the mattress sink heavily inward. This is going to be quick. My tongue goes swimming in the ocean of her pussy as my blowjob finger starts to fuck her asshole. The party is planned for a Saturday. “I guess even you aren’t that powerful.” She whispers in my ear, “ok, here’s what’s going to happen: you and I are going to make out for a few minutes, then you’re going to suck his cock until he blows in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow it.” Despite her humiliation, and despite having masturbated to orgasm once, the never-ending japanese presence of naked titflesh wherever she looked was having a definite effect on her body. The guy with my vibe in his hand held it up for all 4 of them to look at it as it glistened with Carries juices all over it. To describe her voice, it sounds like someone applied effects to it, yet sounds real. “Enjoy.” I felt a warm wet tongue start to lap my ass hole, and another on my right tit. I shook my head. For in that moment of climax, I wasn’t terrified, or disgusted, or even ashamed. My penis was still hard but the urgency for relief wasn’t as strong. So does mine and Katie’s. I look at my Katie and then at my father.