All Chapters of Crazy Adventures: Chapter 1111 - Chapter 1120

Tim's hands move down where it is his turn to grab my ass. He grabs hold of my ass with both hands where he easily lifts my entire body upward. When he does this, my entire body moves up the wall where I feel my back being scratched by the brick and don't care.Being beyond aggressive, Tim lifts me so that my breasts are now face-level with him. Where my D cup tits are in his reach to do with as he pleases. Where my nipples are harder than diamond and I moan just at the feeling of him seeing them exposed.Tim's head moves forward and takes my right nipple in his mouth. His large mouth latches onto my sensitive breast and sucks at it without mercy. He sucks on it hard, like he is trying to pull all of my breast into his mouth. The feeling of it is so intense and hungry that I can't help but moan. Moan loud.Unable to stop myself, I use my hands to grab my breasts and push them together into his face. In a rather crude move, I know I'm presenting my tits for him to suck and grope. And m

"T-Tim?" I croak out, still trying to get him to move as he's pinning me to the wall. His entire weight is pushed on me now, pinning me to the wall in a much different way. Since he had lifted me up so high, when I try to lower my feet, they don't touch the ground."N-No," I grunt as I begin to have trouble moving my arms. This time it's not because of Tim's weight but because I my arms are as heavy as elephants. They fall to my sides, where no matter how I try, I can't lift them."HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!" A crazed, enraged man's voice suddenly shouts. The edges of my vision start to get very fuzzy and dark now, which has nothing to do with the night. My vision then starts to pulse, where it fades in and out of focus."Tom?" I then try as ask as I see Tom standing there, face red and looking utterly deranged. His entire body looks to be huffing as if just slaughter an entire army by himself. And he wears a look of complete and utter rage that barely lets him look like himself. For

I'll get all the money and pussy I could ever want. But that's not really the point. The true point is the power I'll have from all those women wanting me, but I'll tell them to fuck off. I'll make them long for my dick the way they made me want them. To make them dream about me from far away because they won't get to have anything to do with me. To make you feel like you are the loser."Oh shit, that must be it," I say aloud in reaction of seeing an intersection up ahead. The realization that I'm so close to it makes me stop and stare.This poor-ass dirt road I'm walking on forks up ahead. From where I am, the road splits into two separate directions. One path goes off sort of to the right at an angle, the other to the left. Altogether the roads make an "Y" shape.Sort of makes sense now that I think about it. Traveling down this single path is like traveling the path of life. Then you come to a choice where you have one good path, one bad. Very symbolic.I thought there would be fou

We met at that bar where I was scared she wouldn't come alone, but thankfully she did. There we mostly sat and listened to band after band, which some were halfway decent. She only had the one drink which I wasn't happy about as I wanted her to get plastered, but I did pay like I said I would. Unlike her, I had a lot of IPAs, which I told her about. I had to explain to her why she really should be drinking an IPA and whatever she was drinking.I then tense up when I remember the end of that date. Where I walked her out to her car when she said she needed to go as she had to work in the morning. When we reached her car, I informed her of what I thought she knew; that she owed me. I paid for her drink and gave her a great night, so I should get something in return. The least she could do is give me head. To get on her knees and blow me like I knew she could, at the very least. I even offered that it could be done in her car so no one would see.The laugh she laughed after telling her th

"Why should you change, just because women are disgusted by the sight of you due to poor hygiene and eating habits?" the Devil states passionately, stopping to look at me, wanting confirmation."R-Right," I stammer out, starting to feel justified. For a moment, a tiny little moment, it almost feels like he's making fun of me. That he's mocking me. But looking upon him, I know that's not true. Looking at his visage, I know he is on my side."Others need to respect that you are allowed your own opinion. Just because they cringe and disagree with it does not give them the right to write you off as some loser," he continues, his silky voice becoming more intense."How dare they treat you like they have. Where nearly anything you post is reported and removed because they claim it is sexist or racist. Do they not see who they are dealing with? Do they know how insulting it is when they offer therapy to help you?" the Devil continues passionately, sounding almost as upset as I am."Yeah!" I