Red panda, very affectionate. They found Momo on the couch, shaking her head after a very unsatisfying nap. "I've already done your dare, you'll have to ask me later." And, in another weird twist-of-fate, at this very moment, a still-very-horny Jan was lying in her bed under the covers, busy diddling away at her own freshly-creampied pussy, while she was fantasizing about wrapping her hands around Alex's weird-looking, "fully-hooded" penis. From her point of view the world was all dark, only her open mouth open to the outside. Tina, in a wave of pleasure, stopped moving. I freaked. Never in my life had any woman done that before. I was worried that I had hurt her. I stopped and started calling her name, “Tina…Tina…Tina talk to me. Tina are you ok. Tina, please talk to me.” Sasha sat up, spun around to face Tina and slapped her across the cheek.
The tension within me wound tighter with every second, escalating past my control, building, and building, and building! “It’s very professional - very convincing”. Natalie offered me something to drink, but I declined and started talking. My pulse quickened as I braced myself to hear the command I knew was coming. There was a small oval sink with just enough room for my toothbrush and the cup I used to hold it. *"Cheeky cheeky bitch." “Blacksmith,” I roared, “Bring me your iron!” Resigned I began to lick his cock. Anything north of Boston was considered the badlands. However, the stories of towns being “attacked” were turning heads, especially since the phenomenon seemed to be heading south. Now, the government was getting involved, searching for answers in the deathly silence. The convoy consisted of the FBI, searching for human causes, the CDC, looking for viral causes, and the National Paranormal Examination Branch, on the lookout for causes relating to the war. Keeping them all safe was a contingent of the National Guard, with turret-mounted machine guns ready to shoot anything, be it alive or undead. Similar convoys were heading out to the other affected towns, one on its way to Senner. Driving behind a National Guard personnel carrier were the two leading agents of the NPEB. The older of the two, Agent Bosman, was driving while incessantly scratching dandruff out of his beard.
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