Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that blooms in deepest of night, His corset ringed in far too tight.Panicked beats in his heart race;Clownish colour adorns his face,His heart and sleeve are wreathed in lace.***"Halloween" -->Based on. I dont know why but it turned me on in such a way I couldnt imagine. At first I tried to get it out of my mind but it did not work. Then I realized that my orgasms were the best while thinking about you and your dick. Almost every time I fuck myself I think of you. Now it was me getting red and to my surprise the feeling in my pussy even rose. Out of the corners of my eyes I could see that his bulge grew more and more. Steph, you know… If you are not comfortable with it its OK just tell me but. ’ ‘Post it to me.’ ‘We don’t have the time. We need to know within twenty four hours.’ ‘I’m not agreeing to play a role that I haven’t seen a script for. You, or Karen, could have turned him into an idiot.’ I heard him mutter something like ‘well he is supposed to be you’. ‘Look Dave, I’m five minutes away. I’ve got the script, I want you to see it. I want you to be in this film. We were a team four years ago, we can be again.’ ‘All right, bring me the damn script and I’ll see. You do know I. He used a slow steady rhythm and there was a gentle slapping sound as he used my tits."Fuck this feels amazing," He moaned, "I fucking love your tits."He used my tits a bit longer before making me move to the bed. He pulled my hands above his head and he handcuffed me to his headboard. I started to panic and I struggled to get away. He grabbed a handful of my hair and told me to calm down."You're my slut and I'm going to use you as I want." He said, "I'm not going to hurt you."I whimpered in.Read More
