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Was I worried that he didn’t like it? Why did I give a shit? “It was a bit gruesome,” Brandon grimaced, and then looked down with a quirked smile, “but it certainly was entertaining.” “Good.” I grinned, feeling a pathetic wave of relief and joy. He pulled me closer into his arms, and I found myself nestling deeper to his body, not looking for lust, but for comfort; physically and emotionally. Something was wrong with Corruption; I wasn’t supposed to feel like this. I wasn’t supposed to want this. I wasn’t supposed to care. “What are you?” I whispered into his chest, enjoying the thumping of his heart against my cheek. “What was that?” Brandon asked, his calloused hand running softly through my white hair. “Tell me truthfully, Brandon,” I said, looking up into his eyes, his disconcertingly-familiar eyes, “did you come on this date with me because you were afraid of what I’d do if you didn’t?” “That was half the reason.” Brandon smiled, his thumb brushing white bangs from my face, and pulling the strands behind my horn. “And what’s the other reason?” I asked, feeling anxiety tugging at my chest; anxiety I shouldn’t have been feeling. “I like you,” Brandon said, his hand trailing over my cheek, “you excite me.” “You excite me too,” I giggled girlishly (holy shit, I’m fawning over him), “but I don’t know why; you don’t seem very interesting.” “I’m not sure how to take that.” Brandon grinned his stupid, adorable, grin. I felt my heart flutter with exhilaration and my stomach grow light with primitive happiness. This is getting out of hand, I thought, I should just kill him before this goes further. “Do you want to come back to my place?” I asked instead, eyes brimming up at him, full of promise, “You can meet Death Kiss and Angel. Would you like that?” “I don’t know…” Brandon frowned, “celebrities are never as cool as they seem in the papers.” “By ‘meet’ I meant ‘fuck,’” I whispered into his mouth, my hand running up his thigh, my grip widening as it moved over what I wanted, “do you want hentai to fuck Death Kiss and Angel?” “I want you,” Brandon grinned, pulling me atop him by the ass, my ascension accompanied by a chorus of pathetic giggles, “but I suppose we can make it a foursome.” TERA “ Gloria, ” I said mentally as I sat next to Astrid in the carriage, trying to keep her calm as she watched Brandon and Willowbud sloppily making out across from us, “ we’ve got a problem. The three of you sip in silence for a few minutes. Please let me go.” Grace started to rise, but was pushed gently back down again. While it was still a party for employees and their families, they were still working to an extent. Misty continued before she could put together any words for their combined defense. While his personal slaves were having the bridal shower he apparently needed his own sexual relief. He felt himself go a hentai little further, almost enough for the head to make it past her inner labia, but not quite. It was time to fish or cut bait Erin reasoned. The only evidence of the night's downpour was their wet surroundings and their very wet and cold bodies. I didn’t want Amanda to hurt me. If I did what she wants, maybe she would be gentle. I groaned, my futa-dick spurting blast after blast of cum into Mrs. Minx's bowels while my teacher squealed. “You got a lot further to go bro!” Dom said as he pulled Riley’s head back to his cock. Quickly she bit down on them and was rewarded with the taste of her own pussy juice. Her eyes were on fire, the heat radiating from her surprised me, I never thought a girl her age could get so fucking turned on, so hot to fuck. Should know that she was my sexy mommy-slut.