Toms Rodrguez
Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that. .. please don't ask me! J-Just be nice to me, Mr. Denning, please? I-It isn't easy being me right now, little Nancy Pace - the sweet young girl that, that dog, Lobo, raped, with everyone in the county looking down at me."Whether it was the pathetic tone of her child-like voice, or her self-pitying words that reached him, Mark would never know, anymore than he could understand the reasoning behind his own sudden, stupidly impulsive statement: "Damnit, I told you about these people!" he said,. Oh god, oh god, she was...she was going to...is he watching me...will he see me when I...oh god I’m going to...I’m.... Ah!...oh...GOD!She convulsed, bending over, as the shockwave tore through her, leaving her gasping, one hand on the window frame for support. As she did so she saw him reach his climax, his head thrown back, his mouth open, gasping—she could hear his loud groan even through the glass. She watched, amazed, as the white stuff spurted from his cock and fell to the ground, a few. As he reamed her slippery gash, she lay sprawled out on the table. They could hear the table groaning and complaining as they fucked. They couldn't stop. No matter how much the table complained. Ignoring the protesting table, he slammed himself into her harder and harder.Then suddenly, the table collapsed and both of them went crashing down on top of the splintered pile of wood."Fucckkkkknnnnnhhhhhhhh," his mother wheezed as he landed on top her knocking the breath out of her, but not.
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