It was most definitely not a dress from her time. Instead, it was a modern thing, and a beautiful example of the elegance of simplicity. The only jewe...ry she wore to compliment it were tiny drops of black from her ears, and a single necklace of chained silver and obsidian.She gave a small nod to Daniel, and reached out to touch his arm. “Try and enjoy yourself old friend.”“Yes Annie,” he said, but all he did was adjust his glasses and then find a corner to stand in, alone.Ugh. She would break. She didn’t think her brother would get out of trouble like that, but he did. She still wonders how the costume works and how she can get one for herself. Then, not only could she be popular, but she could have any boy she wants—except for one. She quickly shakes her head at the thought.“How can I still have those damn thought?” she asks herself out loud. Then realizing she spoke the words aloud, she clamps her hand over her mouth. “Mom? Dad?” she calls, but there isn’t an answer.Feeling. I moaned, "I can't take it! I'm gonna cum!". She whispered, "Not yet, I need it tonight".She then sat up and pulled one of her panty strings and the panties fell off. Her pussy was shining with wetness, inviting me to action. She then grabbed my head as she began to lie on her back and she pulled my head closer to her wet cunt. Soon I found my lips deep in her pussy, licking and sucking out her sweet juices. With each thrust of my tongue she moaned, as if to ask for more. She wrapped her legs. “Kneel down!” she said harshly pushing me down by the shoulders. Once I was on my knees she grabbed me roughly by the hair and pulled my head toward her, her other hand guiding her semi-erect cock into my mouth. I opened willingly and she shoved her cock roughly into my mouth. She grabbed both sides of my head and began skull fucking me. I choked and coughed up gobs of salive but she kept roughly fucking my face. “You pathetic fags are all the same. Come out here looking for a little adventure..
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