Lorena Sanchez Humped By Big Tackle

"I put a stone on... what you call that?" she points to the shelf above the fireplace. 'The mantle?' "Yes, the mantle, I put a stone there every sun sleep, but I may amiss one-a-two." The fire crackles, their eyes draw to it, there's a pop and the logs settle.� "You pretty messed up.� I think your brain think you rip apart. Which you almost was. On that side,� but not inside. Inside, you just burnt a little here, and blood a rough fuck bit there.” He looks at his body and sees the places where sex fresh, tight, dark pink, flesh� now contrasts against his normally olive skin and he realizes, it was a little more than just a little.� His face gets solemn, his eyes fill with an awareness. The pieces of just what has come to pass, since they were settled here, come together. As much as he can fathom of it anyway.� And even though, she has not spoken a word of what she's done, he imagines all that she has forced herself through, to tend to him, to bring him back to health and� to keep herself alive and he’s overwhelmed by the thought that she did it hard fuck alone. He wonders if he could have done the same for her and marvels, how this, petite, graceful, sprite of a being, has done, for nearly three weeks, what would have been a hard pressed task for any three, or even four people he knew in his time, to have endured. Never mind Mix seemed happy for it. His heart fills with admiration and awe and his countenance brightens. 'What strength,' he thinks, gripping her tighter in his arms, 'what a strength and what purpose she wields… But why me? Why am I the one? Why is it me, here with her, right now?' 'Thank you.' "You welcommmhmm," she stretches herself further into his skin and yawns. � The sun arcs and settles in the sky as they sit in quiet contemplation. Both aware of, but neither mentioning, the bond that seems to have been weaved between them. 'By this place?� Or her actions? Or the temporal storm?� Or maybe, all of them together,' he muses, 'each piece honing a part of it into us. It feels like there's, a whole here, not pieces, a whole.' She settles herself more completely against him and hums a little contentment. � The day orb glows red in it's descent, a comfortable calm creeps upon them with a promise of peaceful rest. They fall asleep in each others arms and, as they drift into the dream lair, more fruitful visions come. And so does that intoxicating pull. � The years they had passed, without witness, filter into them, like, a scent that revives a memory and stirs a flavor on the tongue, one you still taste long after you awake. They're not their own visions that play in their minds though, it's more like they were looking through the eyes of, someone, something, from the others time, not Hardcore Sex each others but not their own either.� Something other, something that watched and learned.� It was the type of seeing that leaves only a hint� of itself in the senses. Well, not so much a hint as a tenuous connection� to one. She squeezed it hard and Hank was amazed at the strength and yet the softness of her grip. "Is that so bear?" she asked baring her teeth slowly as she crouched low to the ground. “Not really, we couldn’t imagine anything but face to face so those two dolls had a very unexciting love life.” The legs of the sofa were squeaking with each of their thrusts. "Don't act like you don't want to, I can see Hardcore Sex right through you." Carole needed a break anyway, so she didn’t try rough fuck to rub it herself. Taking a deep breath Cathy calmed placing the laptop back in its holder. As excited as she’d been before going into the bar, it would only take a few minutes for her to come. “You are such a good lay, Mom. “Yes, yes, Daddy is fucking me so hard!” I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as a wild wave of bliss flooded hard fuck through me. A preview for something amazing to come. “Damn Mix baby, I’m about to sex cum!” He said.