Hi guys, just a quick little story this time.

Caroline was sitting alone in a sterile, tiled room in the local meat processing plant. She was just minutes from death, the excitement made her pulse rise and her breathing became fast and shallow. She had been expecting this for some time, more than half of her friends had been taken away during the last couple of months and Caroline had figured out that one day they would come for her too. A truck had come to her house early in the morning, and two uniformed men had knocked on the door and informed her parents that their oldest daughter had been selected for processing, and had to come with them immediately. Within a couple of minutes Caroline had been woken up, gotten dressed, and said goodbye to her whole family. At the processing facility she had been stripped, washed and shaved before being placed in a room to await her execution. There were many others there, and they were collected in groups of four at a time. Caroline had watched group after group leave the room, until only five remained. After some time four more names were called, but not hers. The four others left, and after the door closed she was alone.

The room was eerily quiet. Caroline tried to calm herself down and focused on taking long, deep breaths. Her mind drifted off and all kinds of thoughts filled her mind. She wondered what dying would be like. She had heard that it was painful and frightening, but she had also heard rumours of pleasant, even erotic deaths. The young girl had recently discovered the pleasure she could get from her own body, and had lately masturbated almost every night before going to sleep.

Her hands were resting in her lap, but somehow they found their way to her crotch. Her fingers traced the area around her outer labia and she was enjoying the sensation of a completely bare pussy. She had never shaved it before, after all it had only recently started growing, but she liked the feeling. Slowly she moved to her outer lips, moving her hand up and down its length and slipping a finger between her outer and inner lips. She moved even further in, gently massaging her inner lips and the area around her clit. Caroline licked her fingers and coated them with her saliva, before moving her hand to her pussy again, rubbing it in with her spit. After a little while she could feel her own lubrication coming from her vagina. She knew she was ready, and inserted a finger, working it in and out, slowly but firmly. The other hand focused on her clit, occasionally moving up to her chest to caress her small, budding breasts. Her arousal was growing by the second, and not long after the first finger went in she was ready for one more. She put her middle and ring finger together and put them at her opening, inserting them ever so slowly, savouring the feeling of every millimetre being stuffed into her pussy. It felt so good!

Suddenly, just as Caroline had gotten as much of her fingers as she could inside her, the door opened. A man entered, and Caroline pulled out her fingers and straightened herself up as fast as she could. She was sure he had seen what she had been doing, but he didn’t mention it.

“Caroline, right?” he asked, and Caroline nodded. “I’m Christopher, now it’s just you and me. Don’t worry, it will be over quickly and if you do everything right, it won’t hurt. Now come with me.”

He walked out the door, and Caroline followed him. The gravity of the situation suddenly hit her, and she started shaking. Christopher was walking with fast steps, and Caroline was somehow not able to follow him. He noticed, turned around and spoke to her.

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Posting random short stories here.

I haven't written in awhile, and I wasn't that great the last time I tried either. So any feedback to help me improve is welcomed.

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Sarah emerged from Larissa's cunt with a face dripping with pussy juice "Okay! It's my turn to get eaten out!" She repositioned herself so that she was laying on her back with her legs spread wide open, and her right hand holding up her black miniskirt to display her nicely shaved cunt.

Katie, currently sitting on Larissa's face having her own cunt munched on, responded, "As soon as Larissa... oh... is finished with me I'll do you." Katie was close to cuming, but Sarah was impatient.

"Oh come on baby! Eat me now!" Sarah pouted, parting her pussy lips as a tease.

"Horny are we... ugh" Katie's response was cut short when a man entered the room with a gun drawn and fired a bullet into her head. Katie collapsed onto the bed with blood steadily pouring from the small hole, soaking her hair and the fabric of the mattress; piss sprayed from her pussy onto Larissa's face, who didn't respond to the situation fast enough. As soon as she tasted the warm urine emptying from her dead friend's bladder she scrambled off of the bed, but barely made it an inch towards the door before the gunman put three bullets into her lower back. She hit the floor in agony, but before she could scream the man pressed the gun against the back of her head and put her out of her misery.

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Panic and horror were being washed away from Simon’s mind by an itching despair and a painful yearning to accept what has happened to him. The desire to make peace with what he was going through was searing his mind. He felt like peace was just one more step away, but hope was pulling him back relentlessly, gently strangling him with its caring hands.

It felt like many years have passed since the day when Simon was an ordinary man living an ordinary life. Once again he tried to remember the last day of that life. He was hanging on to every detail, looking if there was something he missed or forgot, anything that could be a hint to what was about to happen to him. But no, it was an ordinary cup of coffee, those were his colleagues having an ordinary conversation about football, a usual fake smile on the TV screen in the cafeteria, those were the usual buttons he pressed in the elevator… It was a very usual day, and that memory was fading away, losing its colors, turning to ashes as it was smoldering in his mind.
Simon was surrounded by darkness, in most literal and horrifying sense of the word. He felt like his feet weren’t touching anything, neither did he feel anything keeping him suspended above ground. He could move his hands and feet freely, but he couldn’t see them or figure out why he didn’t feel his own touch on his skin. The sensation that his body is made of gas was so unnatural and scary that Simon would spend hours, convincing himself that he exists. His mind was a slowly sinking ship in an endless sea of madness, and he knew, that even if by some miracle his life would return to normal he will never be who he was again.

He tried to pinch himself, bite his tongue, break his finger, poke his eye, anything that would make him feel something, anything that would keep him from going back to pointlessly rummaging in his memories. But his movements were so slow and weak he’d hardly be able to push a crumpled piece of paper in zero gravity. The fact that he was still breathing was one of the most disturbing things he was rediscovering again and again. He was trying to scream, but either he was too weak to make any sound or the ominous void around him was absorbing the sound before it was coming out from his lungs. At some point he realized he can’t even hear his own heartbeat.

Sometimes Simon would just stare into the endless blackness when his mind got too exhausted to shuffle thoughts around, he was falling to a short shallow sleep to recover barely enough energy to continue rolling down the spiral of madness. Maybe he died? And what if he didn’t die properly? What if this is what they call afterlife and there really is a god, as petty and vile, as religious teachings describe him, and now he’s punishing Simon for living his life like any normal modern man would?

There was no way to tell how much time has passed since Simon found himself inside that void. There was no way to tell how much would it take before he’d become one with it. But suddenly something changed. It started when Simon felt his teeth with the tip of his tongue, then the darkness in front of him was torn apart by a blinding light that grew from a slim crack in the seemingly undefeatable and eternal nothingness. As the light was mercilessly banishing the cosmic darkness, purest joy and happiness were washing away all the pain and despair from Simon’s mind. He felt as if he was reborn and was overflowing with a childishly pure love to everything that came to existence from the light that came to his rescue.

When the euphoria started to let go, Simon’s ability to assess his surroundings began to come back. He realized he was naked and wet to the bone. His hands, feet and torso were firmly fixed on some metal cross-like contraption. When his eyes got used to the light he looked around and realized he was inside a big round room with a white floor and ceiling. The device he was shackled to stood on a podium, right on its center. The walls were covered with large flat screen monitors. Simon tried to focus his sight on them and realized they were all showing him, from different angles. Only then he noticed lots of cameras hanging from the ceiling along with other devices of unknown use and that he was wearing an oxygen mask on his face. His excitement started to recede. A sense of worry was crawling up his spine followed by pulsating uneasiness that was harder to ignore with every passing second. He looked down and saw a chaotic web of cables, cords and tubes connected from all sides to the device that was holding him.


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Which fantasy setting do you prefer for your necrophilia fantasies?

A. A crime scene where the body is found.

B. The morgue where the body is kept to determine how the person died.

C. The funeral home where the body is prepared for the funeral and burial.

D. The graveyard where the body is laid to rest.


For me, I like the first three options equally for my fantasies while option D would only be good for the evening of the day of the burial or else the corpse would be too decomposed to be of use for me.

Ok, I feel a little awkward asking for help and describing my problem because most of you seem to get along with your sexual orientation and are at relative peace with it.
Also my english skills are not top notch(I'm german) so please cope with me.
Let's cut right to it. I'm not good at telling stories.
I love fapping to this stuff. Cute, sexy and innocent girls being slaugthered like dirty animals, tortured with no regret, snuffed, mutilated all the good stuff. I don't have to explain it to you.
Ironically, this is also what hurts me the most. Their despair, the cruelty, insensitivity of the offender and all that injustice. It feels so fundamentally wrong yet this is the exact reason why it gets me off so good.
It doesn't matter btw whether it's "just a drawing" and "not reality" as some people say. Art causes emotion. It's why we consume it I guess.
Even now just thinking about it I'm trembling. Those thoughts translate to physical pain sometimes when they're really strong. Reading your thoughts and how you feel about ryona/snuff/guro/etc. on this board for example is enough to trigger extreme arousal mixed with equally strong disgust.
Then there's hate. Hate for you and maybe myself. No offense. I really like you guys and how we share this fetish, but I can't control how I feel. Sometimes, when I'm done fapping I go full crawling mode and just wish you and every person on the planet with similar sexual interests was dead.
I know this is not the way though. I want to be loving, kind and understanding. It's this contradiction you know? And you all manage to accept who you are and what you like so casually.

Have you experienced this? What do you think? How can I cope with it? Do I need therapy?
Maybe talking to people like you irl would help? Do you have any idea how to meet them?

Thank you. This has been haunting me for years. And please don't be offended. I don't mean to do that at all.

Why? I'm not judging but seriously, why do you find shit hot? I really want to know how this is attractive.

Missing thread /lit
http://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/7245.html

Invasion: Diner

It was approaching ten in the evening, but the small diner was full of activity. Surrounded by trees, nestled at the foot of the hill, it would take a keen eye to spot it from the highway as the tarred road ascended the hill. The location could have been better, but during the day the diner drew in enough customers to keep afloat, daylight helping to make the signs leading to it more noticeable.

As it was holiday season, the number of customers was usually quite low as people left for the coast and the national parks. It was rare for evenings to be a busy time, which is why the manager had left the diner with only one cook and one waitress. Serving 12 customers with such a skeleton staff was a difficult task, but they were up to the task.

Tami Patel was a university student, her mother having insisted that she get a part-time job in order to get experience. Tami’s submissive personality did not allow her to argue, but the job itself was not that bad. Unfortunately that same personality had also not let her argue with the manager, resulting in a hectic night as she worked to serve all of the customers. She moved gracefully around the diner, her Indian heritage clear in her dusky skin, cheerful brown eyes and shoulder length black hair. A sweet smile was on her face as she delivered orders, her baggy black and red uniform hiding any possible curves.

Next to the door sat the Bartlett family. All four were tired and hungry, having spent the better part of the day in the hospital. Josh Bartlett had had what he had thought to be a heart attack, but tests had ruled that out as a possible cause for his crushing chest pain. The doctors thought he had had a panic attack and he had been discharged, having been told come back in a few days for additional tests.

All of the Bartletts had short cropped brown hair, except for 6 year old Vicky, whose long brown hair was tied into a ponytail. Vicky and Anna both wore dresses, the girl’s a pale blue and her mother’s a white one with a print of pink and blue flowers. Anna’s green eyes were shared by Adam, her 8 year old son. He was dressed in blue shorts and a green T-shirt, contrasting with the formal blue trousers and collared white shirt of his father, who shared his blue eyes with his daughter.

Further along sat Claire St. James and her boyfriend Edward Stresny. The teenagers had dropped in for a bite, hungry after the concert that they had attended. Edward was dressed in ‘camouflage’ pants and a grey T-shirt, his orange dyed hair shaped into a Mohawk with spikes. His brown eyes were focused on the sliver of cleavage revealed by his girlfriend’s loose blue T-shirt. Her ass was clad in tight denim, her pale grey eyes excited by the effect her shirt was having on him, her long straw blond hair tied into a ponytail, two small nose studs glinting in the diner’s interior lights.

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Contrary to what I thought, I just finished another story and I thought I could share it here until I have my site up and running (its not that easy to find a good host for something like this, especially as I want to start adding the photos I use as reference...). As always, if you read it, please leave a comment and let me know what you think.

tags: M/f, MMM+/f, non-cons, teen, first, rape, anal, throating, prostitution, bagging, snuff

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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I nervously checked the time one more time, but the time was still the same. One more minute, and the day was over. On the front of the classroom, Ms. Campbell was trying to explain how to solve for X in the equation she had copied in the blackboard, but I wasn't really paying attention

When the bell finally rang, all the students jumped out of their seats, wanting to be the first out.

“Remember that you have to finish the exercises in pages 33 and 34 by Monday, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to start preparing for the exam on Friday!” she said, raising her voice above the noise, but no one was paying her any attention

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I came and it wasn't my vomit, I'm willing to answer your questions if you have any (as I noticed there are many anons asking about irl scat experiences and such).

"We fucking killed that brat and we're proud of it!" Bellowed the scarred, tight muscled and thoroughly evil beauty to the citizenry below. Her fate, along with the fates of several female bandits under her employ, had been decided.

The axe.

It's a shame, thought much of the crowd watching the prisoners on stage, that such a lovely lady had to be such a wicked bitch. Her erotic and trained body was a marvel, though she wore only a prisoner's rags to display it. Her sculpted abs only served to make her soft chest more exciting, and her hips flared just enough to tell anyone at a glance that she was ripe for the breeding.

And yet, a rotten fruit cannot be tasted. The bandit captain was bent forward to her hands and knees, kept in place by chains. Her head rested securely on a stump with many notches. Men and boys at the stage's back cursed the rags wrapping her waist and hanging behind, as they hid the most forbidden areas of her perfect bottom from sight.

"As is custom—" Began an executioner's voice, hushing the procession. "—The victim's closest of relation may decide the fate of the aggressor. Step forward, Johan, brother of Jacob, the slain."

A boy took the stage, no more than thirteen years old. The vengeful brother of the 'brat' this criminal had so casually killed.

"Gimme the axe boy. Tell the man." Smiled the bandit lady with intimidating venom. "Or do you not have the guts? Gonna set me free?"

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Hello. I'm on and off in this site for about 7 years now. This has nothing to do with self-pity for my dark fantasies or any kind of guilt. Though these things do surface sometimes, i've made peace with it. The point is this.

Because i've been into weird things since even before puberty, i've never trully turned on by the act of sex ALONE. Meaning lots of my fantasies usually have a sexual aspect to them, but, for example, the idea of simply two people fucking was difficult to arouse me to say the least.
To top all this off, the nature of those tastes has resulted in lots of porn, and to add to that, mostly animated porn (hence me discovering this site). Maybe because it was more detached from reality? who knows.

They're have been two incidents with girls where i couldn't get an erection. Sure there was a lot of stress at both times, being as inexperienced and nervous as i was, but the thought at the back of my head was also, "this is nothing like i've romanticized or sexualised before." The most recent one, yesterday, was with a girl i really like, she attributed the fact to stress and anxiety, and still wants to be with me. Ever since i can't stop thinking if i'm doomed or just overeacting. Only saving thought is that i could get an erection during an older situation with a girl i was much more confident with. And there wasn't even any real action.

The million dollar question is. Does this ever go away? or am i just nervous as fuck?

TL;DR : I CAN'T GET IT UP BECAUSE NERVOUS OR BECAUSE BDSM/GURO/PORN?

A story for Kamilla//aryion.com/g4/user/Kamilla with herself and Stella. Unfortunately the last special for this year!


Stella’s gift for Kamilla

I no longer try to make friends with Humans. It is always way to sad, to see them age… But I was so lonely in the last 80 years. Then I met Kamilla. While I have closed the way to another dimension, she fallen through accidentally. Unfortunately, I couldn’t send her home. Naturally, I could leave her alone, in this world completely alien to her. I wanted to help her to get around in my world. That was the plan ... But she fascinated me! She comes from a town called Paris. Her pink hair, were considered rather strange in her World, But I find it very beautiful. She is creative and open-hearted. She may be somewhat naive, but she is curious and very friendly. She manages to make me laugh. Before I knew, I could no longer separate myself from her. We didn’t just get closer to each other as friends. She also showed me some new things that I haven’t felt for a long time. In the end, I fell in love with her, although I would have to know better…

It is now almost 9 months since Kamilla stranded in my world. It’s a hard winter... In the cold season, I normally don’t like to travel. But I have a surprise for Kamilla! In their world, today they would celebrate a festival called Christmas. I haven’t understood everything, but apparently, you give your special ones, very special gifts. She thinks I don’t know. Well, her thoughts are easy to read! It seems that the idea of being in a cannibalistic situation aroused her. A strange fetish, but I can do it without problems! I never would hurt Kamilla, but I can offer her something that will fulfill her imagination.
"What we want in this cave? She asks me curious but also exhausted. Even with my magic, I couldn’t shorten the trip. We had walked for several hours… I hope it will work the way I planned it! Relieved I see that they still live here. The whole cave fills with small furry balls. The Cho Cho! These cute creatures I have visited many times on my journeys. Cho Cho’s have a ball-shaped body. They have short arms and legs but they are stronger as they look. They wear Red-brown, white or black fur, in all sorts of sweet patterns. They look at Kamilla with their button eyes. Cho Cho’s are friendly and harmless creatures, but they have a strange habit, which I would like to use for my present.
"Chi cha hie chae hae chi?" Ask the oldest.
"With pleasure, for that we are here!" I answer and fill her eyes with shining.
"Oh, they're cute." Kamilla is enthusiastically. I knew she'd like them!
“Cer Cer!?” the oldest ask? The Younger Cho Cho’s looks very hungry.

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First, sorry if I'm posting in the wrong place. I'm gonna try to post this in /lit/ and /req/ so if this goes away it's because I did a bad.

Looking for someone who can write me up a comic story board for me to send out for an art commission. Story wouldn't hurt either.

Please contact me at [email protected] if you are willing and able. Thanks!

A young girl awakes slowly, only to realize she's chained naked to a wall. In I walk slowly, I begin to feel her slender body and small mounds. She lets out a whimper and begs that today not be her last. I as executioner begin to bring out my tools, her death will be long from now and as excruciating as possible. I put my long slender knife tip just between her two small breast and give it a small jab. She begins to sob as it sets in that she will not leave here alive. I slowly work the knife from breast bone to the tip of her little slit. I begin to cauterize the wound. I slowly stick my hand into her warm gut and begin the disembowelment. She screams at the foreign pain in her guts. I slowly untangle her bowels in a trough on the floor pulling slowly to make sure she sees every foot. After a third of her intestines are out she begins to shit down her leg. At first just little spirits but the more I pull the more that shoots out. She is sobbing uncontrollably and begs to be killed. I finish removing the bowel and cut out her rectum and stomach and cauterize them as well. I slowly slide my penis into her narrow slit only to realize she is a virgin. She cries for her father as I cum in her deep. When I pull out I begin my work again. I slowly cut out her liver and kidneys. And show them to her. She is in total shock and only whimpers. I reach down and start removing her woman hood and she pisses one last time. With all her organs laying in the trough I slowly reach up and squeeze her heart till it stops to beat

Hi guys, this is a story I wrote quite a while ago, and it was posted on the previous incarnation of gurochan. The story was inspired by School Selection and was written by someone called Percy at first, but he only posted a couple of paragraphs before abandoning it. He gave me permission to write a continuation, as well as to rewrite the previously mentioned paragraphs. My storytelling and writing skills has improved significantly since I wrote this story, but I think some will find it enjoyable.

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Ben’s Day at Work

Chapter 1

Ben walked swiftly to the order desk with his butcher order for the day. After briefly looking at the list, he picked it up and carried on towards the selection hall. While opening and closing the door, he saw his cattle already undressing as though they wanted to die. All of which were under thirteen years old and although most of them were female, he saw a few males there too. As the last ones were removing their final pieces of clothing, the grade inspectors began their job of sorting the cattle into Grade A, which was for live spitting, and Grade B for hanging and butchering. A stern young woman in her late twenties addressed the now two groups, saying;

"Grade A’s, would you please follow Ben for you sanitation process, and Grade B’s would you please follow me". Ben waved his hand for the Grade As to follow him.

Ben was an honest man and he made an honest living. If someone walked up to him and asked if he enjoyed his job he would not give much of an answer. To him a job was a job, and as the global banking system was showing cracks any job was worth doing. Plus, someone had to supply the spit roasts for the world.

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Brian Jurk had enough. Sally Bech (7 months pregnant and just a week away from turning 18), and her younger sister, 13-year-old Suzie, pushed him too far when they tattled on him to 23-y.o. Ms. Buht. She was generally sweet and in her first year of teaching, but didn't want to be seen as a pushover so gave him detention.


He had a shotgun his older friend legally gifted him. He put his smartphone in his shirt pocket and hiked a mile to Sally's house, knowing where it was because he picked his friend up from there several times, often hearing him complain about how he didn't want a kid and was worried Sally poked holes in the condoms she kept.

Her parents were at work and she was home alone. He opened the back door and crept quietly in. He heard music from the bathroom and as he got closer, her moaning in the bathtub. Her belly floated above her, her eyes were closed, and her feet rested high on the windowsill. The water covered her ears and reached her deep red lips.

He moved silently toward her, slowly raised his gun, aimed right at her pussy being palmed, and took a long but quiet breath. She moved her hand up and down, side to side, circling her womanhood as she played with her boobies and lips with her other hand. She lowered her feet into the water and arched her pussy into the air, unwittingly making a glaring target for his slug, and moved her fingers in and out, eventually inserting her thumb into her asshole and pinching herself deeply, using her pink on her clit and her other 2 fingers deeper.

} - \ ! B A M ! / - {

Her eyes went wide and she made no noise; she then felt overwhelming pain and splashed wildly, holding her pained right arm up to her face and seeing her right hand had been blown off. She quickly gasped and screamed in pain, thrashing in the water. Suddenly seeing Brian in there with there with her, she stretched her arms out, one a bloody cracked stump where her wrist used to be, and begged "NO PLEASE BRIAN I'M SO SORR-" He stomped on her chest, holding her with all his might beneath the water. Bubbles flew up from her shocked face and she tried to get him off, her left arm grasping his leg and pulling as hard as she could, then punching his knee. Her right leg was entirely useless and in immense pain, more than even her arm but not as much as her pelvis. Her right arm, just a bloody stump flailing away and pushing at his leg, was as effective, and her left leg scrambled in the air as she tried to wrap it around his, but due to her belly, it just flailed helpless above the bloody water.
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Where would be the best place to kill/torture someone? Not as in where it'd be easy to get away with it, but where would be the ideal setting for an erotic murder?
Personally, somewhere in nature. In the woods perhaps, near the seashore.

Thoughts?

I love guro a lot. Every day, I take joy in browsing the boards and stories. I'm not harming anyone and I think it's fine to like these sort of things. I want to make friends with people who share my passion for guro, and to that end I want to make a social media account for myself that puts my love of guro front and center. The problem is that I'm afraid if I do make the account, people at my work would see it and I would get fired. I might end up completely unhireable because any time a company would search for info about me online in background checks, they would find out about my love for guro. Without a job, I'd be in big trouble. My family and other friends might find the account too, and they might hate me forever, leaving me with no one to fall back on should I end up unemployable.

Am I being too paranoid? Is there any hope that I can truly be myself without fear of ruining my life?

ily dipped a finger inside herself and rubbed gently, then extracted it
wet and shiny. She dabbed the finger at the three girls who surrounded
Samantha, wetting them down, then pushed them aside and ran her finger
sensuously up and down Samantha's tiny body. At last she released
Samantha, and placed her whole hand over top of both her and the three
other girls, making a jail of her fingers. Carefully she drew them into
her hand and lifted them before her flushed face.

"You morsels are going to make me very happy," said Lily, and blew them a
kiss. "And hey, Samantha... if you see my folks tell them I said hi."

Then with a wicked leer, Lily lowered her hand to her pubis and rubbed the
tiny, hot bodies against her labia while they screamed and fought with all

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