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Mistress Eville or Madam Evilla - The Conclusion
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Mistress Eville or Madam Evilla - The Conclusion Mistress Eville as in Mistress Evil. And Madam Evilla spelled backwards is alive. Her evil is alive! Be afraid be very afraid to be with her. When she is done with you. You may not walk out alive! Her body flickered in the candlelight. There was complete silence. You could almost hear the candles burning. The wax melting. Her skin was white as snow silken smooth with soft wide curves rounding her body. Her eyes were pitch black as a moonless night as candlelight danced it's reflection. She was hypnotic in her stare. Speaking to me with her eyes I knew what to do. I knew what she wanted. I moved in to kiss her. Our lips met. Her kiss was electric. Like a bolt of lightning running through me. I almost had to pull away it was so intense. Her life's energy ran through me. Feeding me with her life force. I was lit on fire. I licked and sucked on her neck . A vampire ready to pierce her neck with its canines. Her breasts were double D's. Hung slightly as half pears. I ran my tongue over her breasts sucking on her nipples. Her skin had a sweet taste of salt water taffy. My lips and tongue continue to explore her body down to her belly button. Her bellybutton was a vertical slit. I inserted my tongue into her belly button licking it. I moved down further passed her molten hot area of womanhood. Down to her feet. Her feet were of a heavenly scent. Her toes were straight and even. I licked the bottom of her feet and sucked on her toes. I could have done this for hours, but I moved back up her legs to her pussy. In the candlelight, I could see the heat vapors rise from her pussy and evaporate into the air. Her pussy was aching and pulsating ready for my touch. I caressed her pussy with my tongue. She let out a scream that would have scared the living daylights out of you. Only the bravest of men would have dared continue to eat her. It was too much for her. I had to slip my huge 12 inch cannon into her and pump her full of my creamy white love potion. I pounded her. Her<b> screams </font></b>only intensified. She was in some kind of agony of pleasure. Almost deafening to my ears. I was terrified, but at the same time lost in her absolute madness. Over and over again I thrusted my huge red hot man tool inside her. Our bodies pounding against each other. You could hear the rhythmic slapping of our bodies. Or was it the relentless applause of an audience wanting more and more. We could feel our climax cumming. Lava exploding from a volcano. We both erupted into a cataclysmic release. I dropped exhausted. Our bodies soaked in sweat. We laid together holding each other close. All we could do is lay resting in each other's arms. The story concludes. Or does it?!  |
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11/3/2017 5:37 am |
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11/3/2017 3:14 am |
Mistress Eville or Madam Evilla - The Conclusion
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