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It wasn’t like any afterglow she had ever experienced before though, it was more of a low comfortable burn. There was a fire in her that she knew would flare up again. She wondered what it would take to fan it. “Wowwww.” She sighed at her reflection and the direction of her japanese thoughts. “What are you two up to in there?” she asked the blue green spot near her clavicle. “Mysterious supernatural indeed!” This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, characters, persons, alive or dead or beings of Earth or the multiverse, past, present threesome or future, is purely coincidental. Unless, of course, I'm psychic, in which case this a work of non-fiction. But I highly doubt that, I'm not that attuned. I mean if I was, I’d have teen won Powerball by now and been able to afford creative writing classes and a proofreader. Be forewarned, these writings may trigger some issue or issues that you have, either by the language used or it’s content in general. If you are one to get bothered by every little thing, just close it now and step away from wherever the hell it is that you are reading this. --------------------------------------------------------------- After Days Chronicles --------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter I - The Sun, The Moon and A Cabin In a Vale � The sunlight revels through the leaves of the trees embracing the silhouette of a girl� in a ramshackle chair. She's a little smaller than average, graceful, in an uncoordinated way, with blonde hair that falls fluidly, almost halfway down her back. There's a star away look, in her glacier-blue eyes, that makes her appear younger than her years, and oh so much younger, than the sorrows that she’s seen. Her face is airy and thread worn. Yet, there lies in it a countenance of steeled determination, hidden ever so cleverly by a day dreamy gaze, that obscures the soft glow of a fiery, calm resilience. Calloused, dexterous fingers smooth the wrinkles in her garment, as she methodically eyes the body, of the stranger, laying in the bed beside the chair where she sits. For seventeen days she's been here, alone with her thoughts and chores. In silence mostly. Save, for the sounds of the life outside and the, more than occasional, groans of agony from that same prostrate form. Urgent sounds, that prompt a rush of adrenaline and fuel her fatigued and strained body towards action. The light, fondly, touches upon her pale skin, caressing through the gossamer fabric of an old lace curtain, a relic that she's fashioned, quite nicely, into a practical sundress.� The vision, within the sheer threads that she dons, whisper of points and curves, hinting reverently at the multitude of scars, that call her skin home. Scars, that rival those on the body of the man, that writhes in pain, in the makeshift bed that she sits asian vigil over. � So, she reaches for the rag, in the wooden bowl at her feet, and tenderly washes his traumatized skin with care. Tendrils of steam rise from the ivory satin cloth, hinted with the essences of mint and clove, and other spices and oils that she’s mixed together to aid his healing. The cloth touches him softly. His body trembles, sighs, then settles again as her fingers delicately guide it along every curve, tracing lines along paths she now knows so well. Her breasts swell and ache as the purled fabric teases upon the more rigid flesh of their tender protrusions. She fights off the desire it instills, but relishes in the energy it invokes within her. Focusing her will on her calling, she strengthens her shoulders and exhales, fortifying� Lesbian her attention on healing and not the seductive calling of his flesh. Flesh that glistens, with the passing of the rag, as her hand smooths over every tempting inch. Her pussy squirted juices. "H-hey," James replied awkwardly. “Erin, he was always nice and respectful to Lesbian me but at that moment, I don’t know if it was the alcohol, he treated me like a cheap whore and I loved it!” Fuck, Rebecca's glorious asian pussy was right there, mocking him like the target at the dunking booth. Not sure about you, but I don’t always like to eat alone or teen go out by myself.” Josh told her. Just when he thought she was done, she'd re-tighten, beginning again. What really caught my eye was his morning wood. The Irish Róis Ó Scolaidhe, the elfin Ji-Woo Gim, the athletic Tessa Powers, the sultry Shahrazad Darzi, the perky Destiny Kimberly, and more. It took me a long time to get to my threesome feet and pull up my pants. After giving her sweet pussy the tongue lashing it deserved I rimmed her anus before darting my tongue at her asshole. He threw japanese up one hand in a gesture of impatient disgust. The innocence of it all. Am I just a stupid, horny slut? I made each of you what you are and I will love you until the day I die.” I rubbed my hard cock on her leg as we kissed, holding each other tightly. Dakota comes over to me and asks if I’m alright. “Oh, god, I want to win,” Katerina moaned. It’s cold and it’s three in the morning I’ll try not to get to much water in your hair. I took another puff of marijuana and copied how she held her breath. I began to lick down and around her navel, and she continued to squirm and moan in pleasure. She hesitated at the curb but her escorts urged her forward. “I’m glad, but I don’t think you’re wanton. Our eyes met in mutual love as we gazed into each other. "Can I sleep in here with you tonight? She said in her even drawl.