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against my inner ear like a hammer... or a wild rushing river. I very slow
. But as all I can see is five ferus standing, having Daxton on his knees, trying to shield himsel
me go. I am rich". I can hear Daxton beg. He pulls out his wallet a
in his eyes. "Anything, food... slaves. I ca
e yellowish eyes. Then one side of its face moves
ima human pussy to play with ? I can give her to
yself as I shake my hea
car so Daxton can't get to me, but it opens to his fingerprints on
onsidering, and grunts somethin
never get to her if you... hurt me. I will give her to you as a gift, a peace offering. She is top qua
skin. I am not shy to admit that I hope it will just snap his neck or so
away, pressing my back into the opposite door. He just leans in and grab
ck scraping against something. Daxton ignores both my screams and my plee
ling at me. My head falls back and I can watch as my so-called fi
kicking to my best ability, trying t
pain, but also fear. I have heard many stories, but I have no idea what the truth is. What wi
me is running out. At least I won't have to spend my life being married to a m
e monster dragging me stops and lets go of me for a moment. I don't even try to move, bu
my feet. And the five individuals kinda gather around me, look
hand groping my breast. I jump back, pretty sure
se two of it's companions grab my arms, holding me in place as the leader sh
iding over mine is so unpleasant, like the bark of an old tree almost but warm, that I can't ignore
st, fondling it roughly. And when he pinches my nipple I let
excited the creatures seem to get, grunting and maki
ent, that does very little in terms of hiding their excitement. I might be a virgin, but a
something, now I start wishing they would, especially since the rough skinned hand slides in betwe
fingers inside me. The differences is that my sound
hen he lifts it to his face, smelling it fi
on my stomach, draped over a fallen tree trunk. Tears start pourin
pain I could imagine, rips through me, and I forget to hold