In that dimly lit room, the door flew open. Hanord and Natasha rushed in, panting heavily with their lips joined and their hands going around, touching things on each other's body. Clothes were getting ripped off and soon they were body naked with their clothes scattered around."You sure you wanna do this? You know the last time you almost died in my arms." He chuckled softly, while his hands opened Natasha's legs, spreading them wider as he positioned himself in the middle.Blowing out air, Natasha slid her hand below and grabbed Hanord's dick, still quite out of normal, then aimed it at the entrance of her pussy. As she locked eyes with Hanord, she gripped his arms tightly. "I want you badly right now, Hanord. Go all the way, I'll be alright.""The way I see it, you'll get hurt again. It'll stretch your pussy too much. Why don't we wait until–""Drive your fucking dick in, Hanord, and stop quenching that fire pushing us to fuck hard! Give me everything you can, come on!"Exhaling s
Out in a shabby neighborhood, Lucas opened the backseat of the car door, standing still as Hanord got out. His fitted t-shirt and jeans made him look younger and dreamy."You look good.""You're looking handsome in that."Releasing a small chuckle, Hanord gave way for Hera to get into the car. His droopy eyes was like he was stripping Hera off her shorts and top. Sitting at the extreme end of the car, Hera caught Hanord's eyes following her like a shadow, her face instantly turned red."Thought you'd still be in the hospital. Why'd you come home and not stay there to get fully well?""My a–""Hera, get back here!"As Hera's eyes flew open, Hanord's mouth hung open when she tapped at his crotch, glancing out the window."Your hand, He–""My foster Mom is gonna come for us! Please drive, Mr. Hanord!""Foster Mom?"Nodding her head, her eyes were fixed out the window. A woman with a dangling skin crawled out of the tiny house, kicking off the empty plastic bags littered across the front
Feeling the rage emitting from his mother, Kelvin stopped his attacks on the exhausted Cynthia instantly. Then he looked over his shoulder, his eyes widened as he spotted his mother's grim stare. "Has it gotten to this, Kelvin?!" As though bathed in shame, Cynthia looked away, burying her head in the backrest of the couch. "Mom?" Kelvin Swallowed hard, his cock still buried in Cynthia's pussy. Venice rushed over and pulled Kelvin off Cynthia's body. Cum spilled across the floor as she dragged her son. "How dare you bring a girl in here to stain my favorite couch? Have you no shame?!" "Mom, I–" "Just cover that body right now! I'll deal with you later." Venice pointed to a blanket nearby, shutting Kelvin up. Wrapping his lower body with the blanket, Kelvin glanced at the silent searching for a deep hole to bury herself. "And you, you came to my house with my son just to get screwed, huh? Aren't you supposed to be in school right now, studying to become smart? Because it's clear
Under a clear blue sky dotted with white clouds, an exquisite three story building nestled just beside a massive old tree with its widespread canopy casting down a warm shadow below. The leaves swayed in the light wind, peeking at the huge sign; Elite Kiddies Lounge, a colourful classroom. The preschoolers giggled and hopped around a young teacher who wore a huge bright smile. "Nana…" In the massive classroom, a chubby dark haired boy muttered as his little face crumpled in pain. He doubled over, then crept towards a square table littered with crayons and little easels sitting on it. Small canvases were strewn about. "I want… I want my Nana now…" The little boy clutched his chest. Sweat glistened on his glossy skin reflecting the excruciating pain gathered internally. The blonde haired teacher in a jean and blouse, spotted the little boy twisting on a chair, still clutching his chest. Her smiles fell and crashed. The other children stepped away, wide eyed as the young teacher rose
While people got drowned in lust and horror, the two men rocking their crisp suits clicked their heels out the massive building, stretching into the sky. Their fierce gaze stared ahead. "So that was King they rushed into that ambulance?" "You were there, Hanord?" Their smooth chiseled faces met and they halted in front of a black luxury car. "Why are you glaring at me, Kelvin?" Hanord averted his eyes from the harsh glare. Kelvin adjusted his suit, then loosened a button, exposing his hard chest. "Why didn't you take him there when you saw him?" He got into the car. "I wasn't really there per say." Hanord joined him at the backseat. You see, I was dropping my woman off that street when we saw the worried faces of the teachers." As the car rolled onto the busy road, Kelvin gazed out the tinted window. With his back resting on the backrest of the leather seat, he shut his eyes briefly, interlocking his fingers on his lap. Hanord cautiously glanced at the silent Kelvin and shook h
Getting to a rundown street under the clear blue sky, the scowling Syntia burst through the front door of a ramshackle multi-storey building. Ignoring the greetings of other tenants smoking and going out with their daily lives, Syntia jogged up the railingless staircase, furiously rolling up her knitted sweater. "I don't just get it. Why on earth would these ugly old men go after young girls their granddaughter's age? Why?" She shoved her hand into her leather purse- its rough surface peeling off like the walls of the building. "How many fucking jobs now? Gosh! I'm so pissed right now to the point of running back there to chop off his little dick and shove it up his craggy mouth! Motherfucker!" As though growing impatient, fishing for something as she stood in front of a frail wooden door, Syntia kicked the door hard, it rattled a bit then went still. She uprooted a bunch of rusty keys from her purse, then inserted a key into the lock. With a shaggy click, the door swung open. "Wher
"Mm-hmm. But…" He swept his eyes searchingly around the office." Where's Nana, Daddy? I told Miss Gloria I wanted Nana's bear hugs." As he pouted, his head drooped. Kelvin ruffled his son's silky hair, its richness was identical to his. "I told you your Nana can't be disturbed for now until she gets better." "I know… But I still miss her." "How many nights did I say she would be back for?" "Eight…" He held his little hands up and started counting his fingers while they watched him with a grin slowly growing on their lips. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight. Eight nights more, Daddy." "Very good, King!" Blinking hard, King's cheeks turned red. He glanced at his father towering on his body still laying flat on the examination table. "Can we go now, Daddy?" "Uhh, not sure about that, son." "I don't like coming here! It makes me puke all the time!" Scowling at his father, King folded his arms around his chest. "Hey, little man. How are you feeling now?" Smith ging
In King's classroom at Elite Kiddies Lounge, colorful balloons filled the large space. The atmosphere reeked of giggles and laughter from the lively kids and their parents. At one corner of the classroom, Hanord followed the lustful eyes of Kelvin as they fixed on a young woman's backside, all the way out the open double doors. "Did you see that girl?" "We're here for father and parents time with their kids, not to haunt for girls!" Hanord muttered through gritted teeth. "Doing some window shopping isn't that bad. I should–" He leaned next to Kelvin's ear, shutting him up. "Look around you, Kelvin, you are in your son's classroom for fuck's sake. Jeez! Control your libido for just a moment." Eyeing Hanord, Kelvin grunted deeply. "Today, no chasing of skirts, yeah? Don't disgrace the little guy." He glanced at little King pouting as though ready to cry any minute. King shared a sad glance with Hanord, his eyes wet and shaky. A little girl wearing pigtails held a plate of cookies