Mosaic: [ArtVideo] [ADV-R0301] Yayoi Yanagida

They watched, eating some food they had brought with them and talking. They were close to each other. At times as close as their own skin. They had purposed to move in with one another, raise the younglings together. When the youngest reached his tenth season, they’d take him away together. This was a safer strategy Bondage than what her mother had Hardcore done. Tess shuddered, wondering if a rogue beast had taken her mother or her own son. The man-creature sniffed the air, he could smell it, fertility. Not that fertility mattered to him, he’d fuck any female fertile or barren. All he wanted was to control them, use them, and straight eventually eat them. He viewed the young asian women, one’s shape pleased him, the other’s belly bulged out, she’d be good for food, the child inside would be a delight, a delicacy for his pallet. Not that his primitive brain constructed the thoughts like that, they were of a more uncomplicated nature. He’d eat them both, he’d fuck both, but the thin with the big tits would be more fun to rape. Instinctively the creature would make sure the prey couldn’t run toward the village. He’d drive the bitches away from safety, out on to the barren prairie. The man-being would run them until the meat had sweetened and japanese their strength failed them. Whichever one fell first he’d bind her, then hunt the other. He would run her down, fuck the bitch, kill her, and partake of her succulent flesh. Holding his flint knife in one hand, his stone hatchet in the other he crept closer to the women. He could hear them talking. “Why are men the way they are?” Tess asked, “Male animals aren’t like them, they don’t rape the females.” “Or do they?” Mandy asked. “What do you mean?” “The bull doesn’t ask the female if she wants it, he mounts her. I don’t even know if animals can talk, men can’t. Men don’t have minds like women, they are just emotions, needs, and lust.” The loner’s youth mad him swift, satisfying his needs made him healthy. He could smell their flesh. The sweet aroma of their sex filled his nostrils. Something familiar about the fat one, something in his dim brain signaled to his mind that he wanted her. He wanted to hurt her, hurt her. He grunted something if you spoke man you would have known the grunt. A familial grunt, a recognizing of their connection. She’d stayed, she had been favored. Like her mother before her, she’d satisfy his needs, like her mother before her she’d be his. This time he’d do much more than feast on the bitch. The grass was tall. After a few laps, which washed away all signs of our recent activities, I saw Dad come out Hardcore the back door calling our names. There was you, there was them, there was talking." “Abigail, it was monumental to me. You introduced me to things that I had no idea of before.” James asked. I don’t take marriage lightly Heather…. She left them to their work and headed back to the outside. And then I felt my pajama bottoms being lowered and taken off. "Drop the weapon and freeze!" he screamed. She pulls her feet away, gets up and strolls behind me. Her Bondage hands slink down to my chest. approach her now used body, terrified at what was going I liked doing that, denying people; it made me feel powerful in a japanese way asian my actual power didn’t. I would satisfy her later, of course, but she’d be thinking of my finger every second straight between now and then, building the anticipation, the need, the devotion. “Using her?” Mr. Armstrong asked. A few times she’d seen him naked in the shower or getting dressed and one time she’d seen him with a hard-on and she’d really stared at him until he’d seen her and turned away. I headed downstairs on my way to the kitchen to grab a Pepsi to take with me. My son was sitting in the living room watching TV, I stopped for a second in a playful voice I said to my son, "I left you a present under your pillow." Her panties were wet, and I gently traced the length of her slit with a finger. “I know how much you like those pictures.” Get it?