Life Selector: Busty reporter gets whacked hard

When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes that hinted at a very real and very dark desire. The same look was shining from my black eyes, for power and corruption were forbidden lovers. Our attraction was detestable, our intentions were repulsive, and our desire was darker and greater than it had ever been. We liked our new girlfriend skins; we liked them immensely. “Progress needs correction, or it will run astray.” Vitanimus said, “If there is not an antithesis to our purpose, then how can we know if it is right?” “She betrayed us!” Joy narrowed her eyes at me. “She thinks we betrayed our parents long ago.” Vitanimus was still chuckling, apparently quite amused. Joy was not. “We were happy when the world was simple.” I tried to explain to her. “Monkeys are happy to shit in their hands.” Joy scoffed. “If it is their nature.” pov I retorted, incensed by her insolence. “Is being true to our nature all that we should strive to be?” Vitanimus asked. “What is your nature, Vitanimus? ” I hissed, “This Hardcore thought you wear fits you like a glove. As does yours, Daughter. ” “As does yours, Mother. ” Joy sneered back. I think it was at that moment, seeing her vitriol shining from her avaricious mask, that missionary my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not know, nor did I care. For I was seeing pussy a dark side of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealth of nations, and live in splendor as an idol. It aroused me, and the very thought that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attraction was abhorrent and wrong, and Petranumen would surely be ashamed of it. Petranumen would want to hide it. It would become Petranumen’s… darkness. Joy saw the hunger in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded. “Mother?” She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her gaze. Vitanimus was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and wild, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought further depravities, for Corruption always seeks to stoop lower. We went to low places that night, Diamond. Never had an Elemental laid a hand on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower window. He awoke just in time to realize the end, and his horrific scream was cut with the sickening crack of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vitanimus just stared, unflinching, his hunger even greater. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a great vacuum of power. “Why?!” Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her face twisted in rage, and she charged me with teeth bared. She pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her like a mother, and embraced her. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but the injuries she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked suppleness pressed to me, and the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the flesh, and I could not stop myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed. “So you’re making up for it now then.” Jake said. She must think him mad. Her surprise was that she girlfriend was comfortable walking in the crowd. The rough-hewn rock walls glistened with seepage and condensation. At this same time Emily is now climaxing, with rhythmic spasms, load screaming and a huge load of wetness gushing out of her pussy. I looked up to gauge Rosie’s reactions, as she was totally silent as agreed. More than one at the same time “I see that you still do not learn, Kasim. “Seth fucking Meyers. “Friend, Clawed,” Mollie informed him. I stare back in horror, realizing I am most certainly pov going to be missionary thrown onto the streets for this. I looked at him in a tired sense of wonderment. ——- “What pussy are you doing Olive?” Karen asked just before Olive slipped three of her long slender fingers inside her mother’s hot twitching pussy eliciting a grunt of deep satisfaction as Olive slid lithely back between her mothers’ legs. It will not be nice to watch what I have planned for them and then you will not enjoy what I have in store for you. "Is it wrong that I want to peak up your skirt?" he teased. Her hand pumped up and down my new cock. I wanted to see. I am Hardcore not going to do anything to you, you don’t want me to.” I was just getting close as Freya turned the egg off. “And the golden rule is: your height in feet, converted to inches, plus one, so you’re perfectly average for an elf.” Brock said, then grinned impishly, “Of course, there’s always outliers, as you saw when I came stumbling in here on three legs.” The shape filled the form of a beautiful girl, the low light barely piercing from her front to back, but still allowed the perceptibility that she was translucent. He was surprised to find no traces of hair, and his dick twitched as he thought about her smooth pussy. I didn't say anything because she was just so happy to serve me.