PhoenixPrime01
Hmm, so many choices.
- Joined
- Jun 24, 2002
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Faraday:
"That sick son-of-a-bitch. Eagle Feather he'll have to kill me dead before he ever lays a finger on you.
"I knew there was somethin' wrong with that rotten piece of horse turd, but didn't realize he was that twisted inside," Faraday says and promises you. The anger burns in his eyes as does the truth of his promise.
He hugs you tightly to him, his maleness pressing against the wet heat of you and he kisses you almost protectively, but also hungrily as he holds you one hand on your back the other cupping and pressing on the firm, rounded swells of your ass.
"That sick son-of-a-bitch. Eagle Feather he'll have to kill me dead before he ever lays a finger on you.
"I knew there was somethin' wrong with that rotten piece of horse turd, but didn't realize he was that twisted inside," Faraday says and promises you. The anger burns in his eyes as does the truth of his promise.
He hugs you tightly to him, his maleness pressing against the wet heat of you and he kisses you almost protectively, but also hungrily as he holds you one hand on your back the other cupping and pressing on the firm, rounded swells of your ass.