Brock/Mol, Bloodplay, R
anonymous
February 19 2009, 17:55:50 UTC
"You bitch!"
Brock Samson landed heavily on his side, pain blossoming as he felt capillaries burst under his skin. He rolled onto his back to flip back up, but she was on him before he could get any leverage.
She moved like a big jungle cat. Crouching over him, one knee on his chest, Molotov grinned down at him.
"On your back already, Samson?" She laughed. "What's wrong, hmm? Too tired from working your pretty little whores all night?"
Brock grunted and head butted her, but Molotov whipped her head out of the way. She dove like a snake, her teeth sinking into the side of Brock's neck. He hissed, his body arching up in a mix of pain and pleasure. He felt first the heat of Mol's thighs than the hardness of that damn metal thing she never took off.
Fucking tease.
He felt blood on his neck, then Molotov's tongue, lapping it up. The fucking bitch! She knew what she did to him! Brock's hands found her hips and he pulled her down, not caring about the painful crush of her chastity belt. One hand tangled in her hair and
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Brock Samson landed heavily on his side, pain blossoming as he felt capillaries burst under his skin. He rolled onto his back to flip back up, but she was on him before he could get any leverage.
She moved like a big jungle cat. Crouching over him, one knee on his chest, Molotov grinned down at him.
"On your back already, Samson?" She laughed. "What's wrong, hmm? Too tired from working your pretty little whores all night?"
Brock grunted and head butted her, but Molotov whipped her head out of the way. She dove like a snake, her teeth sinking into the side of Brock's neck. He hissed, his body arching up in a mix of pain and pleasure. He felt first the heat of Mol's thighs than the hardness of that damn metal thing she never took off.
Fucking tease.
He felt blood on his neck, then Molotov's tongue, lapping it up. The fucking bitch! She knew what she did to him! Brock's hands found her hips and he pulled her down, not caring about the painful crush of her chastity belt. One hand tangled in her hair and ( ... )
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