vanessa king of fighters

I left her there, naked and bleeding, and the next time I saw her, she was at the base of the west tower, having jumped to her death. Galvin told me not to concern myself with her, that she was simply a broken toy, and that I would find another. But I knew different. She wasn’t a broken toy, and though she made her choice, it wasn’t suicide; it was murder. I killed her. I hurt her, I violated her, and made her life so painful that I might as well have pushed her off that tower myself. I knew it, but I didn’t want to accept it.

Almost getting lost with the flavour and smell of his balls, Sarah glanced up and saw once again his raging erection. She let his balls tumble out of her mouth and moved up again to replace the space with his cock. Though a bit less hard than the first round, this only emboldened Sarah to deepthroat it as much as possible. The slightly less firm head of his cock hit the back of her mouth and bent around her throat as she buried her lips into the base of his cock. Despite cumming so hard already, it didn’t take long until once again he provided her with a generous donation.

“Umph…geez…” Carol whispered. Her face was contorted in pain but she didn’t protest. “Keep going…aahhh! It’s okay. Go slow.” Her anus started to accept the thick head of my cock. My new favorite thing was watching a girl’s asshole spread as I push my cock inside. “Owowow!” Carol exclaimed. “It’s fine. Keep going. It hurts but it’s fine. Shit that thing is thick. Ooooohhhaawww!”