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Leaning over my shoulder, he tapped at the keys in swift, effortless strokes. I slid into the mind-link. “Does Ghost know he’s your password?” “Unless you want a fireball shoved down your throat, you won’t say anything.” “I love cinnamon. Your scent smells like cinnamon, actually. Does your cum taste like it too? Is that why Ghost hovers around you like he’s your personal poltergeist?” Damon’s eyes flashed, and for a brief second I felt a ripple of flame coast along my skin. When I glanced down, the hairs along my arm were singed.

It wasn't uncomfortable to wait, he was used to Don Carianno's sexcapades with his teenage bimbos. The last popping sound and Don Carianno let out a deep, long groan. He'd cum inside her mouth and held her down so she could lick it all up. Ghost lowered his head, pacing to the door and back. His lashes batted rapidly and he got hot beads of sweat built up on his back. Watching the girl gag on Don Carianno's cock made him briefly picture Ciara doing it on his. It was the most stupid fantasy and it got his cock hard and burning with arousal in his pants. What the fuck was it about her that always brought him to the edge so quickly?

I try to find a pocket of air. But Spadino is already there. He pulls me up. He spins me around. He is grinning. His eyes are wild. "My turn, Ghost," he whispers. He kisses me. He tastes of mint and chaos. He pushes me back down. He lifts my legs, hooking them over his shoulders. He is frantic. Fast. Messy. He doesn't have the rhythm of his brothers. He has adrenaline. He pounds into me, chasing a high that keeps moving just out of reach.

the paladin bow down and his liege faced them Lina remembered the cosplay of ghosts every Halloween. A white floating sheet –she doesn’t even know if the kid used a bedsheet or their own blanket but it somehow looks like what’s in front of her “A floating skull” Lich looks like the ghost in Halloween –more like the grim reaper With chains and an old book spell in his both hands, black hairdressing in his bone head and a white old and tattered robe for his top… Lich is ready for some trick or treat

"You can have anything you want from me, Skin-sheath." Heat the color of hot cinnamon candy blazed behind Doll's copper eyes, the first indication something might be wrong if Hades had been paying attention to anything that wasn't his cock. Falling to his knees, the no-fur had Hades's cock in his hand and was tracing random lines up and down it with his tongue.

Paralyzed, he falls to the ground drooling from his mouth which spills between the cracks of the floor. Salavanta gets up from the old, ragged bed and stretches her naked body with the gun still in hand. The way she is built is that of a goddess covered in ink like a black and white canvas masterly painted to resemble the portrait of divinity, rage, and absolution. Her back is a full ink carving itched within her skin. The image of such depicts a silhouette of a reaper but instead of bones and a skull, the shadow embraces a trunk from a squid with dark looming eyes. The tentacles from the sea creature wrap around a rotting, wooden scythe. Down at the base of the ink and along her ridged lowe

mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning impersonations of a Fellini impaling shes a famous artist keeps broodish bowels and blood tampons in stainless vitrines spot lighted ready for her debut at the Museum of Modern Art she blows torrents of snot like **** her beautiful desperate tongue searching the upper lip a salty runny viscoses snack oozy finding it finally with her