Kalama
My eyebrows slammed together, and I turned to look at Mosi.
ApocalypseI tried to open my eyes, but they felt like they were glued shut. They were heavy, my mouth dry like the waterless desert, and I couldn’t move my limbs.
KalamaI was leading the sisters to the edge of the forest. From time to time I would turn and look back at the sisters, to see if they were still behind me. Or slow down to let them catch up with me before continuing.
ApocalypseWith my eyes on his sleeping face, and by touching him with feather light hands, I made sure he didn’t wake up, while I created a Shibari art with some Asanawa rope. The rope consists of three strands of jute th
ApocalypseI looked at him, stroking his glowing red torso with my fingers and over the gorgeous rope art, I inched closer to his adorned nipples with the clamps.
ApocalypseStill moving and grinding on his dick, I enjoyed the ebbing feeling of my orgasm. Not waiting for it to completely die down, I moved my ass up and down on his thick manhood and picked up my pace.
KalamaFor a long while we didn’t speak, we kept walking in the direction of the forest's edge. I felt this urgency in every fiber of my body, thousands of souls were calling out to me, as if they needed me to help them. T
KalamaWhile I kept walking, I could hear someone groan and by the rustling and cracking of the leaves, I knew one of the sisters was coming after me. I didn't slow my pace down.
KalamaThe only thing I could see was the destruction of the town I love and cared for. Torn apart buildings, chunks of building walls on cars, smashed by the weight of the debris and scattered throughout the town.