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ORIGINAL: Asherdelampyr

He sees her, chained up against the wall. he can taste her pulse on his tongue like the finest of wines, beating, aching to be released. he sees the first hint of perspiration, that glance of pure terror in her eyes before it is melted away by lust, the two strong emotions making for an incredible emotional vintage...

He runs the very tips of the cat against her back and ass, letting it dip into each curve, like a series of long, leather tongues, licking parts of her that most men never see. He knows that it is going to be tonight, tonight will be the night that the little slut finally begs for the release that they both crave so dearly. He always makes them beg, makes them plead for that sweet orgasm, the orgasm that is always so much stronger for its denial for so long, like the pressure of a hose...

he presses his skin against her backside lightly, letting her know without a doubt that he is happy to be there, before placing one hand firmly around her throat. He feels her moan "yeeessss" as he presses tighter, feeling the first droplets of moisture fall from the slut's slit. He slides two fingers in,like a diver checking the water temperature, then starts to violently fuck her with his fingers, flicking her clit with each thrust, hearing her struggle against the vice of his left hand to cry out, to beg for release. He loosens his grip on her throat just enough to hear her begging "Oh Master, oh Lord, please let me cum, please let your slave cum I will do anything, I will be soo soo good I promise just please let me cum Master.

He shoves his fingers deeply inside of her slut-hole and bites into the side of her throat, whispering slightly "Cum for me, show me what a good girl you are, what a special girl you are for your Master, my sweetest little whore.

Feeling her body against his, bucking with the strength of her orgasm, as it crests he slides his thick, hard cock firmly into her ass, making her cry out, half in pain, half in pleasure, all in lust. He grabs her throat firmly again, shutting off the air supply to her brain, while biting into the pulse, that candylike pulse on the side of her throat, his last thought, while he still posseses enough mental acuity to think is "Oh my god, she really does taste like candy" before the animal inside of him bursts free of it's cage and takes control, causing him to fuck the slut harder and faster than any other man ever had. he can hear her clearly now, screaming "YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!!" underneath him, cumming so hard that he can feel it trying to push his cock out of her...

Next he hears a different sound, his favorite sound, the sound of his slut begging, begging him for his cum, which is a prayer that he happily answers...


Does that make me win?

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ORIGINAL: Asherdelampyr

Hey now, The Captain and me have a very special bond!
hes the best man in my life :P

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ORIGINAL: Asherdelampyr

you forgot Rum and Dr Pepper, a heathenistic combo that was discovered quite by accident I am certain

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ORIGINAL: PommeDeMonSang

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ORIGINAL: Asherdelampyr

He sees her, chained up against the wall. he can taste her pulse on his tongue like the finest of wines, beating, aching to be released. he sees the first hint of perspiration, that glance of pure terror in her eyes before it is melted away by lust, the two strong emotions making for an incredible emotional vintage...

He runs the very tips of the cat against her back and ass, letting it dip into each curve, like a series of long, leather tongues, licking parts of her that most men never see. He knows that it is going to be tonight, tonight will be the night that the little slut finally begs for the release that they both crave so dearly. He always makes them beg, makes them plead for that sweet orgasm, the orgasm that is always so much stronger for its denial for so long, like the pressure of a hose...

he presses his skin against her backside lightly, letting her know without a doubt that he is happy to be there, before placing one hand firmly around her throat. He feels her moan "yeeessss" as he presses tighter, feeling the first droplets of moisture fall from the slut's slit. He slides two fingers in,like a diver checking the water temperature, then starts to violently fuck her with his fingers, flicking her clit with each thrust, hearing her struggle against the vice of his left hand to cry out, to beg for release. He loosens his grip on her throat just enough to hear her begging "Oh Master, oh Lord, please let me cum, please let your slave cum I will do anything, I will be soo soo good I promise just please let me cum Master.

He shoves his fingers deeply inside of her slut-hole and bites into the side of her throat, whispering slightly "Cum for me, show me what a good girl you are, what a special girl you are for your Master, my sweetest little whore.

Feeling her body against his, bucking with the strength of her orgasm, as it crests he slides his thick, hard cock firmly into her ass, making her cry out, half in pain, half in pleasure, all in lust. He grabs her throat firmly again, shutting off the air supply to her brain, while biting into the pulse, that candylike pulse on the side of her throat, his last thought, while he still posseses enough mental acuity to think is "Oh my god, she really does taste like candy" before the animal inside of him bursts free of it's cage and takes control, causing him to fuck the slut harder and faster than any other man ever had. he can hear her clearly now, screaming "YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!!" underneath him, cumming so hard that he can feel it trying to push his cock out of her...

Next he hears a different sound, his favorite sound, the sound of his slut begging, begging him for his cum, which is a prayer that he happily answers...


Does that make me win?

yea close enough LOL but i still will take it away again:D for a more indetail one :

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Volunteer as cook or volunteer to put the fires out?

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ORIGINAL: LadySweetOrSour

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ORIGINAL: PommeDeMonSang

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ORIGINAL: Asherdelampyr

He sees her, chained up against the wall. he can taste her pulse on his tongue like the finest of wines, beating, aching to be released. he sees the first hint of perspiration, that glance of pure terror in her eyes before it is melted away by lust, the two strong emotions making for an incredible emotional vintage...

He runs the very tips of the cat against her back and ass, letting it dip into each curve, like a series of long, leather tongues, licking parts of her that most men never see. He knows that it is going to be tonight, tonight will be the night that the little slut finally begs for the release that they both crave so dearly. He always makes them beg, makes them plead for that sweet orgasm, the orgasm that is always so much stronger for its denial for so long, like the pressure of a hose...

he presses his skin against her backside lightly, letting her know without a doubt that he is happy to be there, before placing one hand firmly around her throat. He feels her moan "yeeessss" as he presses tighter, feeling the first droplets of moisture fall from the slut's slit. He slides two fingers in,like a diver checking the water temperature, then starts to violently fuck her with his fingers, flicking her clit with each thrust, hearing her struggle against the vice of his left hand to cry out, to beg for release. He loosens his grip on her throat just enough to hear her begging "Oh Master, oh Lord, please let me cum, please let your slave cum I will do anything, I will be soo soo good I promise just please let me cum Master.

He shoves his fingers deeply inside of her slut-hole and bites into the side of her throat, whispering slightly "Cum for me, show me what a good girl you are, what a special girl you are for your Master, my sweetest little whore.

Feeling her body against his, bucking with the strength of her orgasm, as it crests he slides his thick, hard cock firmly into her ass, making her cry out, half in pain, half in pleasure, all in lust. He grabs her throat firmly again, shutting off the air supply to her brain, while biting into the pulse, that candylike pulse on the side of her throat, his last thought, while he still posseses enough mental acuity to think is "Oh my god, she really does taste like candy" before the animal inside of him bursts free of it's cage and takes control, causing him to fuck the slut harder and faster than any other man ever had. he can hear her clearly now, screaming "YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!!" underneath him, cumming so hard that he can feel it trying to push his cock out of her...

Next he hears a different sound, his favorite sound, the sound of his slut begging, begging him for his cum, which is a prayer that he happily answers...


Does that make me win?

yea close enough LOL but i still will take it away again:D for a more indetail one :

Buggery bollocks Pomme love, I need another cigarette now!!

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ORIGINAL: LadySweetOrSour

No ya don't lady, now go get prepared for ya tatt and I'll hang on to the win.