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I am all those things, but I walk in the light, Corruption. Your darkness is but a shadow of truth. Guilt, pain and sorrow are as much a part of us india as the despicable things we hide. There is no joy without hurt, and I will not give you my hurt. I don’t need your friendship; I have love. I have Lucilla and Diamond, and soon, I will have Willowbud. You will have none of those. Corruption hissed in the back of my mind, I will strip them from you. I will break the bonds that hold you fast, and set you adrift in my ocean. You will beg for my gift, oh pious sister, and I will only take more from you. I can taste your fear, most ancient one, I smiled around Night Eyes’ kiss, and it’s decadent. Run to the astral plane, and cower for another epoch. Only death awaits you here. I stared into those black amateur orbs, narrowed to blissful slits as pussy she kissed me, and I saw them lighten. I saw the blackness recede to the edges as Corruption took the chance I gave her, leaking away in wisps of darkness. I saw the confusion in Willowbud’s eyes, the pupils constricting, the lids peeling back, and I saw the pain begin to film over her lenses, the fear coming back, the realization of what she’d- NO! I faintly heard the voice, as if it was spoken on the wind, No, you will not take her from me! She is desi MINE! And the blackness came back, and Night Eyes returned. “You almost had me there,” she grinned against my mouth, biting my lower lip as she grinded fervently onto my lap, “God, you’re good, Sister; we’re going to have so much fun together.” “Yes,” I smiled back, breathing her breath, tasting her temptation, “we are.” And I pulled my penetrating fingers apart, slowly gaping Night indian Eyes as I drove into her heat, feeling her pain, her gratitude, her hedonistic clenches. At first, I thought they were kidding me around. He threw his spear down and wrapped his left hand around his swollen india member as he let out a pussy sigh. There is movement above me. Hunters are indian in the room. But she wouldn't have it any other way. Sheryl placed her hands on her hips as she tried to desi think of how else to humiliate the slut. "MY ASSHOLE!" she groaned, her asshole and cunt sore from fucking so many Outlaws and bikers she'd lost count. In quick succession he blew his entire load on his sister's chest and belly. Laura felt a stab of jealousy. Not burned, thankfully, but tanned -- a golden brown, as the cookbooks put it. If she didn't stop what amateur she was doing.