Her golden irises gleamed from their purple orbs as her lush lips found the dripping petals of my love. XXX It grew in Passion’s mouth, thick and veiny, long enough that the woman gagged around me as she tried to keep it all in. I moved with a languidness that was foreign to me, shifting with gelatinous motions possessed by some untamable lust. I held Passion’s face down by the antlers and laughed as her eyes rolled to purple; her mouth sucking whorishly, her throat constricting painfully. Sorry to disappoint you.”
Freydis’s axe struck the tree for the twentieth time, hardly making a gouge in the wood. She was sleeping soundly; her chest rising and falling evenly, her breaths punctuated by cute little whistles of contentment. When I awoke, the world
