He tried to lose himself in the heavy music. Ten years and he never could. Christmas simply reminded him of the unbridgeable gulf that lay between him...and the close knit family he had stepped away from at eighteen. The excited families below also reminded him of the awkward Skype call home and the unexpected tears that flowed so freely afterword. Graham looked toward the pulpit for comfort, but it was still empty. Merry Christmas, bah humbug, a voice whispered in his ear.Graham's eyes drifted. It poured down my cheeks to my neck, then to my round breasts. Other streams poured down my back, reaching my spine, racing to my ass.“That's it, you filthy slut,” groaned Clint, pleasure crossing his face as he released his bladder. “You're just my filthy cunt. My slave. I own you and can do anything to you.”“Yes,” I moaned, rubbing so hard at my pussy, my fingers flying through my folds. Then I plunged my fingers into my cunt for the first time, my hole opened by his cock. “I am. Your cunt,. More

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