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sample bestiality fucking "bestialityfucking" story: The sensation of
Patrice rubbing my penis plus the outrageous new sensations of a woman
having an orgasm in my arms sent me over the edge as well, making me come
all over my stomach.
We collapsed in each other's arms and held each other tightly. We looked at
each other and met in a long deep kiss. After a few minutes we came back to
reality and noticed that there was a hole in the tub. The water was down
around our navels and dropping rapidly so I suggested that we should
probably get out and wash our clothes in the remaining hot water and then
hang them up overnight to dry by the fire. Patrice aggreed so we got out of
the tub, helped dry each other off, and quickly washed our clothes with the
remaining hot water. Even with the stove roaring downstairs it was kind of
chilly walking around in the nude so when we got done Imentioned that the
bed was probably a lot warmer. Taking the hint, Patrice took me by the hand
and pulled me into the bedroom, closing the door behind us.
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THIS IS PART TWO OF MY LOVE IN TERROR STORY. ANY RESPONSES GOOD OR BAD ARE
APPRECIATED AS WELL AS ANY IDEAS AS FAR AS WHERE YOU MIGHT LIKE TO SEE THE
STORY GO FROM HERE. THE THIRD CHAPTER IS IN THE WORKS AND IF THERE IS ENOUGH
RESPONSE I'LL POST IT SOONER OR LATER. BY THE WAY, IF THIS SPAWNS ANOTHER
HAIR COLOR DEBATE LIKE MY FIRST CHAPTER DID, I'M SORRY, BUT I HAVE MY OWN
FANTASIES AND I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THEM.
LOVE IN TERROR
CHAPTER 2
Patrice and I hopped under the covers, cringing at the coolness of the fabric
around us. I pulled her close with her head resting on my shoulder and
layed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
For a while we just stayed that way, own arms entangled and lost in a sea of
gentle relaxation. Patrice shifted position a bit and I slowly ran my
fingers through her hair. Somehow it was already dry, it had a luster the
type of sun dancing on a pile of diamonds, and a texture of the softest
velvet. I leaned over and buried my face in this field of beauty and
breathed it all in. Even without perfume she had a certain exotic smell
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