art of neight

Watching him work, the expertise at his fingertips, it was like watching a masterful performance. Even the act of dissection was artful. He was so knowledgeable, so capable, and he would explain how he used these techniques in the past to help people. My fear quickly turned to admiration, and I realized that Lord Noah could not be judged by such terms as good or evil. He is neither black nor white, but gray at both its darkest and brightest, a gray as deep as the ocean.

Me convincing young studs to use my mouth as a sex toy and fuck my throat until they whimper and cover my tongue with their load~son are you peeing? let me in~!come on son~ let me in~ its just mommy~ let me in son~POV I am your daughter and I came home drunk,Lara has improved so much from a strong bitchy tomb raider to dumb slutty eyecandy ever since that curse/hypnosis <3

We eventually pried ourselves out of bed, performing a much-needed changing of the sheets and then trooping into the bathroom together, taking care of the necessaries and enjoying a soft, playful shower. It was a little bit crowded, with all three of us in there at once, but I loved every moment of it, and we only came out again once we ran out of hot water and Mom and I had started to shiver from the cold. We dried each other off, snuggling and warming up, then climbed into bed, Mom insisting I take the middle.