1. Life of a IMVU fucking spritualist


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: DracMorair, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    italiano DracMorair: Just passed out, just put my fist in her gutt and slaped her awake. ScoutJ: Alright well invite me, I'd like to see that ahaha. ScoutJ: And I Tedeschi sono meglio dei Francesi da un colpo lungo~ ScoutJ: I Canadesi non contano come Francese. DracMorair: All done DracMorair: our turn ScoutJ: Mmmm....Canadesi. ScoutJ: Bene. Lycaenus: lol Lycaenus: Grazie Lycaenus: :D ScoutJ: ^_~ DracMorair: ~~Beating my demonic angel wings hard fluttering the stale air in the room lifting myself to the ring land with the briefest of pauses before blinking letting the wings disolve to blood cells to the mat of the ring like dust on the wind~~ DracMorair: Any stippens in this fight? ScoutJ: Stippens? DracMorair: Stippens, conditions in an agreement ScoutJ: None that I can think of. Nothing special. DracMorair: Thats pretty dangerous Scout. My level of brutality can get pretty severe DracMorair: Expecially when pressed ScoutJ: ::Still with an unfaliable practiced ease, the blonde woman donned in the curve-hugging latex suit slips up and into the ring underneath the bottom rung with her feral, wolfish grin. She moves to her corner and begins her pre-match ritual of athletic stretches, those of which also give her opponent an ample opportunity to see what she's dealing with. She begins at first with her high knees, kicking them up to her bouncing chest with a militaristic consistency and not stopping until she is certain her thick and powerful thighs are ready for the upcoming ...
    bout. Once she finishes she turns around and bends over, leaning against the pull and placing it in between her two full breasts in a sensual manner while the tight latex of her suit hugs her large, firm rump and squelches as it begs to be free from it's tight constraints. When she turns around, she cracks her neck and walks towards the center of the ring as her wolfish grin plas again upon her features, her pert, pink lips peeling back in a predatorial manner.:: "Amica mia, we've both been in the guro field for a reasonable amount of time, you maybe even longer than me. I'm not afraid of brutality." ScoutJ: "But let's avoid dismemberment, death and gouging of the eyes. I'm not really in the mood to clean up that much blood." DracMorair: And as for the rest of your body? Digging my talons into you fair game? ScoutJ: "Only if you're cool with my heels digging into your chest cavity, absolutely." ScoutJ: ^_~ DracMorair: concordato ScoutJ: "Heh heh. Bene. Make the first move signorina." ScoutJ: [Welcome signore~] ScoutJ: [Signorina*] DoctorAquaFresh: Hello ScoutJ: [Please pop a squat and make yourself at home. Drac and I are just getting ready to throw down.] DracMorair: ~~dropping to all fours my tail twitching in antisipation I move lithely across the mat. Moving muscles where none should be in a humanistic form. My lust & blood-lustful eyes taking in the scent of latex, sweat and a tinge of danger in my senses. Ears perked forward chiming, an echo location device designed by ...
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