Then I spun on my heel, waltzed out of the tent, and dropped to my belly just before a score of Nadi bolts porcupined me. There was a gurgling moan in the tent behind me, and the sounds of an armored man crashing to his knees, then to his face. “Goddamn it.” I muttered, and sprung to my feet. I caved in one man’s skull with a quick jab, snatched his halberd, decapitated another man, drove the blunt butt of the weapon through another’s foot, spun, tossed the weapon in a wide arc, and toppled five men with the impact, the haft snapping and sending the heavy cumshot blade careening into a sixth man, folding him over before it exited his pelvis and chopped another man’s legs off just below the hip. I grabbed a mace from the ground, disintegrated a man’s shoulder in a fantastic spray of crimson, burst a man’s head like a watermelon on the backswing, then ducked a sword that seemed to be moving in slow motion, and turned my assailant’s knee backward with an indignant kick. I finished the motion by thrusting upward, and burying the head of the weapon into the jaw of a man would had been trying to chop me like firewood. The top of his head exploded like confetti, and I left the mace there, and grabbed his hand-axe as it slipped from his dead fingers. I pushed his body out of the way, grabbed a spearhead aimed at my chest, and split the man behind it down the middle. He stayed together for a moment, then peeled away to reveal a man with a crossbow aimed at my throat. I got my arm up just in time. I felt the impact, but nothing else. Nothing at all. The arm fell limp and useless to my side, the entire limb naught but dead weight hanging from my shoulder. It had been a very long time since I’d known mortal terror, but I felt it then. What an exhilarating thing it japan was. I imbedded my axe into the man’s skull, took a sword right in the chest, then impaled myself down the length of the blade to tear out the bastard’s throat. I ducked an axe swing, grabbed the sword in my chest by the blade, tore it out, and opened the axe-swinger from navel to sternum. His golden shell split to reveal the pink spaghetti of his insides, and he dropped to his knees just in time for my sword to pass over his head, and eviscerate the man behind him. Then I felt another pang, and my right asian leg folded beneath me. I dropped to my left knee, grabbed a spear, and launched it. It stuck the man who had shot me in the chest, and carried him screaming tits backwards, knocking over the men behind him like bowling pins. It was the path I needed. I dashed through the press of bodies on my one good leg, hopping like a fantastic jackrabbit as my lame leg flopped behind me. Then I was facing down fifteen men with wooden stakes, Nadi sap dripping from the sharpened tips. I dug my toes into the ground, pivoted, and launched myself into a tent. A very perplexed minstrel sat tuning his guitar. “Play Raining Blood by Slayer.” I gasped. “I don’t… what is…” I shot out of the back of the tent and into the back of another one. One man stood gawking at me, while the other man leaned backward from his partner’s crotch and opened his mouth to yell. “Shh!” I hissed, holding a finger to my mouth, “Don’t ask, don’t tell.” I left the two terrified and confused men in their tent and limped onto the promenade. The camp was in absolute chaos. Tents were catching fire like kindling, scaffolding was collapsing, horses were stampeded, and men were running in every-which direction with no Hardcore semblance of order. Raksha ground her clothed pussy against my erect cock. “A friend Karl, japan call someone. Huh. Would that work?” their legs spread wide open and secured. “Please…” she whispered and bit her lower lip coquettishly. “I’m sure you and the Hardcore other doctors are watching me and the girls when we play together. You didn't force me here, and it was quite magical for both of us. She must have gone at least four months without a drink. I rinse and turn off the water and step out to dry off. The tits sooner the better.” Josh asked. She dropped his shirt to the floor and ran her hands from his shoulders, over his pecs and down his abdominal muscles, and then back up his rib cage, finally ending up cupping his cheeks in her hands and peering into his eyes. My initial resistance began to give as she fucked me. It felt amazing just to be so FULL. So now she’s married to a part time high school janitor,” Sammy explained letting a small smile cross his face. What happened?" "Well that wasn't so hard was it? In it, she finds the source of the noise, of course. "His eyes are beautiful too.. He wants a child from her. Her legs relaxed, and Alex burst out of her voluntary prison desperate for air. George giggled as he continued to pound her ass. “Tom, I am sorry I did not think about how it might appear. I swirled my tongue around asian her fat nub between suckles, loving the way her fingernails bit cumshot into my back. I returned the favours as often as possible but she seemed content with pleasing me. Perhaps if they had paid more attention to the mouse or the squirrel or the dog at the scene or even the fly on the wall after she walked right through the middle of the casino floor at the Mirage, they might have gotten their woman. But this woman, who was about to become the next "notch" on John's "gun," was truly different from all the others. She moved her hand from my chest and grabbed and squeezed my bicep and brought the other hand up from my shorts to run it down my chest and abs again, but this time not stopping at my belt buckle. I knew he wanted me to suck on it. “I wouldn't mind helping you out again.” I replied both. Her breathing quickened, then asked how. So good, it became a regular event each time they met for lunch. I ripped out of Hana's snatch and plunged into Basira's. Understand?”