Malicious Lullaby Research Paper

The soft words were enough to harden Booker’s cock, and grabbing Tom by the hand, he pulled him into the bedroom. He watched with growing arousal as Tom removed his boxers and lay on the bed. As he quickly undressed, he could feel two dark, soulful eyes watching his every move, and a shiver of excitement brought goose bumps to his flesh. However, he knew he needed to be patient and let Tom set the pace. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten him by coming on too strong.

“You… ALI,” shot back. Later, he offered her a fat joint the good shit, rode it out for a minute. She accepted. He placed Roxie in an unmarked black van. He kissed her passionately – felt on her tits and stuck his thick fingers in her stinking wet pussy. She groaned and with the greatest of ease.

"Look at you, you weak bitch. On your knees, where you fucking, belong." He laughed, a cold, merciless sound that matched the expression on his face as he slapped her, almost tauntingly with his meat again, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud in the night air, and then forced her head back, and her body to arch with the impetus with which he jerked on her hair. His feet moved forward and he planted them either side of her shoulders. "That's right, you're going to do anything I want." She'd had more than ample opportunity to utter the safe-word he told himself, as the whip arced again, this time cracking six inches above her thigh, before the leather tails struck skin and curled around her thigh, and simultaneously the string of the corset was ripped, rather than pulled open, and Lila Ross's tits feel free. A large rough hand quickly grasped one in it's palm, and Tom stepped forward, swinging the whip again as he squeezed, and stepped forward; his raging and throbbing manhood at the woman's eyes level. "You don't want me to hurt you, then open your fucking mouth and beg for me to screw it, like your husband wouldn't

He stood, breathless, with the love of his life held between his arms, and his gaze alighted on hers, the lingering taste of her lips from the kiss upon his, and his mouth curled up into a smile. A grown man, who'd been through the hell of Afghanistan, and survived it, a man who'd also survived the destruction of his marriage, a man who could kill without compunction or remorse, nor a seconds hesitation, yet here he was, as nervous as a schoolboy on his first date. And, it wasn't because of a lack of confidence in himself, or in Azairah, or that, even though he'd not made love in so long, but that he didn't want to bring back any bad memories, for her, or that he considered sex like Cole Douglas and his ilk, an act purely for the man's pleasure,

Coated in her spit and saliva, his cock throbbed and pulsed with an arousal greater than the man could ever recall, and he groaned when, access to her pussy gained, he hooked his hands under Lila's armpits, wrenched her shoulders further behind her back, and slammed his entire length inside her. The force of that initial thrust almost split her in half, but was still only a precursor of what was to

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he fell on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and their climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a new intimate sensuality intimate that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. Having kicked his boxers completely off, his satiated cock pressed to the warm flesh of her thigh their abodomens melded together as he prised her legs apart with his knee. It was an intimacy that he wouldn't have been capable of describing, and caused a pleasurable euphoric sensation of pure contentment and adoration

William watched Tabitha climb out of the hot tub. He took in a long, full look at her ass. She stood at the edge of the hot tub, wringing water from her ponytail. Droplets of water trickled down over Tabitha’s chest and stomach. William watched Tabitha’s body steam in the frigid air, the night’s icy fingers tickled her body, tightening her flesh and firming her nipples. She walked around the side of the hot tub and sat down next to William, dipping her feet into the water. William felt the flesh of her thigh rub against his shoulder.

Derrick had come up to her, smelling like heaven and aftershave and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone – he knew that drove her crazy. He’d whispered that she looked nice in her dress, smiled at her in that charming way and she’d gone weak at the knees, it was also late.

Her legs were long, lean, and tan. Her blue shorts were loose, unlike her shirt. It was pitch black; showing all her curves and her flat toned stomach, but sadly it didn't show anything more than her neck and hands. Her dark brown hair was pulled in a high, messy ponytail. A strand of hair had fallen out and was on her full pink lips a split second before she unconsciously brushed it away. I took a moment before I finally looked her into her brown eyes. They weren't the brightest but by far the most captivating as she too studied me.

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he landed on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and respective climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a different sensuality that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. He'd kicked his boxers completely off, and with his satiated cock pressed into the warm flesh of her thigh and their abdomens melded together as he gently prised her legs apart, he parted his lips to express something of his feelings to Elena. However, before he could speak, her comment pulled him back down to Earth.

At the bell tower, she sat on the ledge trying to do her homework. Her eyes glistened darkly as they carried away with him standing on the ledge, the ledge only she dared to hang from. Her gaze was stolen on his pants hanging on his hips, his cheeks filling in the jeans as he stepped carelessly, the bare skin just above his pants shown when he reached up to climb, and his muscular forearms flexing as they wrapped around the columns to come closer to her, his daringness turning her on.

Duboius savoured the way in which the veins in the woman's neck pulsed increasingly faster against the tips of his fingers as he violated her ass, and she fought for breath. The last sensation she'd ever feel would that be of hot seed shooting into her ravaged hole, and the moment he pulled out, victorious, she'd be dead. "That's it, scream for me, bitch. Scream." His body slapped against hers, as he arched her back, and further constricted Lila's larynx under his digits until her breathing appeared to cease. Too intent was he on his mission, and the pleasure built up inside him, that Mark didn't see coming the hands that ripped him off the half-conscious woman.

Her full chest was confined in a tight sweater, her legs clad in slim-fitting denim jeans and a pair of boots on her feet. She quickly kicked off her boots before reaching for the bottom of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head. Now her bosom was on display, still tightly covered by her lacy black bra. She undid her jeans, swiftly pushing them down over her hips, stepping out of them and her socks, leaving her only in her black lingerie. ”I…I can’t touch you…I’ll be fired… But…just keep doing that…and I…I…”

Everytime he touched me, it felt like he was touching every nerve on my body, like he had sent lightning all over my body.

She kicks her long legs faster, the cold breeze blows up her short skirt, and it makes her shake. She remembers now. His hands. Cold as ice against her thigh. By that time it’s too late, a tall, well-built figure blocks the way out of the alley. She knows him. She was just having dinner with him, for the third time. She freezes before him. Even though she was terrified, the scent of his cologne stirred something deep inside her. Lust.