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RE: Tell the devil I'll be coming back for more; Megz pony - Ashhal - 11-16-2018 I tried to sell my soul last night He knows exactly what she fucking needs. RE: Tell the devil I'll be coming back for more; Megz pony - Graeme - 11-27-2018 He does. Of course he does. Her breath coming out in ragged pants, her eyes half closed in the heat and passion of the moment. His teeth sinking deliciously into her skin, her soft breath rushing out of her in moan as her legs shake beneath her weight. She has surrendered to him, utterly letting him use her in anyway that he could think of. She moves when he drags her around, positioning her until he has her where he wants her. The sharp bite of his teeth against her crest, burning, but adding so much fire to her veins. “I burn…” She says softly, not even sure if she says it aloud. Her instincts press her back against his chest, head turning just a bit when his weight shifts and suddenly he is on top of her. Her eyes close, her body shifting just enough, long legs readjusting themselves to hold them both steady. And then, the final moment when he enters her makes her gasp. His teeth claiming her again. And she’s lost, lost in him and the emotions that he has stirred to life inside her. Until he stills and her eyes blink back open to look at him in a dazed confusion. Beg. He wants her to beg. Her lips part automatically, her body attempting to push back into his, but the words fall from her lips anyways. “Please....oh please Ashhal.” He was a liquid fire through her veins, burning her up from the inside. Claiming her. Dominating her. Utterly using her. Not that she reminded right this moment. “Please don’t stop. Please.” Her breaths coming in ragged pants as the confusion in her eyes turned into want, into need, burning for him. RE: Tell the devil I'll be coming back for more; Megz pony - Ashhal - 12-01-2018 I tried to sell my soul last night She begs. Of course she fucking begs. It’s the most beautiful sound too, those mewling little pleas. Lights a fire in his veins, in his groin. RE: Tell the devil I'll be coming back for more; Megz pony - Graeme - 12-09-2018 Fire, burning her alive. It’s not painful, no, not by any means. It’s delicious, intense, and utterly consuming. His body moving a top of hers creates all kinds of new and wonderful feelings, but she would have to sort through them later, or try too. For now, there’s one particular feeling that is instinctively pushing her body back against him every time he slams into her. Her breath escaping in pants, in gasps, in soft little sounds of surprise and pleasure. Until. She breaks. A soft, shuddering gasp slipping past her lips as her body contracts. She barely realizes that his teeth are digging into her flesh until they aren’t any more. She is stunned, standing there in the aftermath of...of whatever that was. Her body is relaxed, and her eyes are a bit glazed over. So much in fact that it’s only when he splashes into the river does she blink and her eyes focus. Her muscles are loose, languid and a sudden smile curls her lips. Still a bit dazed, she manages to makes it into the water as well. She sighs, letting the cold water run around her legs until her legs buckle and she’s settling into the shallower part of it. The water running around her body, just over the slope of her back, washing the sweat and blood from her. Washing away most of his smell and the smell of what they had just done. She is quiet, but content, her eyes blink back open to see him. “You never did show me what I could do with my lips.” She says, a small mischievous smile curling her lips. She has a better idea of things of what he means now when he talks but there is a small bit of unknowing and curiosity lingering there in her dark eyes. “But I suppose I should wait until I can stand again.” A small laugh. |