Here Kitty, Kitty!
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He pulled his hands away from his face and looked down into those beautiful brown eyes. She smiled, causing the scar on one side of her face to crinkle up a bit. God help him, he never saw anything sexier.
Shit. Dick went hard.
Six months and then it goeseven if that means a tiger-headed blanket on our bed.
Sara crouched down to let the tiger cub go off and play with Roscoe and his harem of well-trained bitches. Then she began pulling his black T-shirt out of his black jeans.
What the hell are you doing?
Getting you naked so I can fuck you until you pass out.
Oh. Okay.
She ran her hands under his T-shirt and Zach closed his eyes, loving the feel of her against him. She pushed his T-shirt up, her tongue licking the still-sore bite shed given him that morning. She sighed with pure pleasure as her hands slid around his waist and she laid her head against his chest. I love you, Zach.
He wrapped his arms around her. I love you, too, baby. Then he slapped his hand over the old wound on her thigh.
Zach!
Laughing, she tried to pull away from him, Lemme go!
Not on your life, Morrighan. He fell back on the ground, bringing her with him. He rolled on top of her, pinning Saras body under his. Im never letting you go, you crazy bitch.
She tried to wiggle away from his hands, but he yanked her back, somehow managing to pull off her sweatpants in the process and rubbing his hand over the old wound on her thigh. He pinned her arms over her head as her body arched under his, her breath coming out in short hard pants, You evil bastard!
He nuzzled and nudged her shirt and bra up over her breasts and licked the already hard nipples, his grip tightening on her thigh. Thats right, baby. Your evil bastard.
And hed make sure she never forgot it. Because there was no where else hed rather be. No one else hed rather be with or in. Sara Morrighan was it.
For life.
- End-
Shit. Dick went hard.
Six months and then it goeseven if that means a tiger-headed blanket on our bed.
Sara crouched down to let the tiger cub go off and play with Roscoe and his harem of well-trained bitches. Then she began pulling his black T-shirt out of his black jeans.
What the hell are you doing?
Getting you naked so I can fuck you until you pass out.
Oh. Okay.
She ran her hands under his T-shirt and Zach closed his eyes, loving the feel of her against him. She pushed his T-shirt up, her tongue licking the still-sore bite shed given him that morning. She sighed with pure pleasure as her hands slid around his waist and she laid her head against his chest. I love you, Zach.
He wrapped his arms around her. I love you, too, baby. Then he slapped his hand over the old wound on her thigh.
Zach!
Laughing, she tried to pull away from him, Lemme go!
Not on your life, Morrighan. He fell back on the ground, bringing her with him. He rolled on top of her, pinning Saras body under his. Im never letting you go, you crazy bitch.
She tried to wiggle away from his hands, but he yanked her back, somehow managing to pull off her sweatpants in the process and rubbing his hand over the old wound on her thigh. He pinned her arms over her head as her body arched under his, her breath coming out in short hard pants, You evil bastard!
He nuzzled and nudged her shirt and bra up over her breasts and licked the already hard nipples, his grip tightening on her thigh. Thats right, baby. Your evil bastard.
And hed make sure she never forgot it. Because there was no where else hed rather be. No one else hed rather be with or in. Sara Morrighan was it.
For life.
- End-
