Indian Pure Milk

“I haven’t seen you around here before.” “I just rolled into town.” “From the south?” “From the north.” Brows furrowed, red flags being raised. “How far north?” The stranger smiled and took a drink. “Pretty far, up in the badlands. Though, I was just visiting for business.” “Same for here? Business?” “You could say that. I’m looking for someone. Lee Misato?” The bartender turned to Eric. “Eric, it’s late enough. Time for you to head home.” Eric obeyed and moved out of the bar to the back of the building. Before he could reach the door behind the kitchen, curiosity seized him. Did this stranger have something to do with what was happening upstate? Did he have any information? If he wanted to see Mr. Misato, then it had to be important. He crept back towards the bar, standing behind the door that was behind the counter. There was a small window, granting him a view of everyone inside. All the men were facing the stranger, waiting for any sign that the situation was heading south. “And indian what could you possibly want from someone like Lee Misato?” “I’m going to ask him to work for me.” A laugh moved through the room, ending with the bartender. “I highly doubt you have anything worth his attention. Mr. Misato is a very busy man and doesn’t have time for small-timers like you.” “It’s not a matter of consent. He’ll either obey or… well, I’ll simply make him obey.” At that, all the men stood up, their hands on their holstered guns. “Son, I’m going to give you this one warning. Leave town and don’t come back. There’s nothing for you here.” “Wrong. ‘Nothing’ is all that will be left when I’m done. I suggest one of you gives me the information I want, before I have to take it by force.” I loved Alkandi more than anything, but I was just one of many to her. She loomed over me, her voice that strange rumble of masculine and feminine. "Thank you Amy for letting me cum like a slut," Amy corrected. “Wait, you don’t have a girlfriend? This is my payback for last summer?” Audrey spluttered, scrambling to her feet and marching over to the preoccupied Hunter who was still smoking a ghost pole. I struck paydirt when I finally found Bill's birth certificate. “Yes! “Well, text me since Bob’s phone is still laying on the floor in several pieces.” She says chuckling. He was able to do this without altering his fucking at all. She turned to me and grinned. Brittany wanted you before any of this started. There were also three mouse girls, called Roden. Granted, it was way harder to actually have a simultaneous orgasm than porn or anything makes it look, but I got to have a lot of practice with Nicole by this point and I knew exactly how to bide my time while still pleasing her and delay her orgasm while rapidly approaching mine. I dried myself and wrapped the towel around my hair. My blind head cast around as the indian pain swelled. I was bleary-eyed and dazed. “Hi honey,” she said and then blinked.