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Alas, the past was dead and gone, and all the good times were dead and gone with it. I slumped against the wall, and kicked at the damp earth. “I guess I’ll just sit here. It’s not like it matters.” “Misery loves its company.” Sorrow sighed listlessly, and produced a belt and pouch. She unbuttoned the pouch to reveal a syringe, and I held out my arm for her to tie the belt. She cinched me, I pumped my fist, she pushed the needle into my vein, and depressed the plunger. The heroin was cold, and its chill raced up my spine, and pooled tearful euphoria into my skull. I exhaled numbly, and cumshot felt my head rest against the stones. From my periphery, I saw Sorrow shoot-up, and fall into the same apathetic languidness. She rested on my shoulder, and her touch wasn’t as repulsive as it had been before. In fact, it was quite pleasant. She was an oasis of warmth in big the cold rain, and when I turned to look at her, I saw her big, blue eyes Brunette looking back at me; shy, hopeful, and yearning. She was beautiful, the only beauty in this colorless world, the only thing worth breathing for in this perpetual darkness. I cupped her cheek, and Sorrow smiled, and its melancholy sweetness set a fire in my heart; not a passionate inferno, but a steady pilot light, one flicker from going out. I kissed her, and she kissed me, and our wet bodies moved together in the soil, breast to breast, thigh to thigh, lips to lips. We found the heat of each other, and moaned with slow breaths as we shifted beneath the weeping sky. “Sometimes, I write poetry here.” Sorrow said as we walked beneath a derelict bridge, its outline barely visible in the fog. Five skeletons hung from its supports, rattling in the constant wind. “Who were they?” I asked, my fingers linked with the Sentient’s. “My melds.” Sorrow sighed, “None of them wanted me, but they called for me nonetheless.” “They’re better off creampie this way.” I mused. “I think so.” Sorrow nodded. We walked hand-in-hand through burrows and hovels, black where gravestones stood at odd angles, their surfaces so calcified that they were barely discernable from the rocks. There were no plants in Sorrow’s realm, not even dead ones. Much like Wrath’s kingdom, Sorrow’s was a sterile, lifeless place. Even the skeletons that hung from the bridge looked like they’d never born flesh. “This is my center.” Sorrow said, gesturing to a mausoleum that sat upon a hilltop. The soil gave way to bare rock all around the structure, exposing its crumbling foundation. “Will you go in with me?” I asked her. “I might as well.” Sorrow shrugged, “It’s not like I have anything better to do.” We walked into the stone building, the miserable twilight turning to deathly blackness. “I’m not your husband.” I tell her. I squeaked, “Futa-Mom!” As she straightens up her eyes meet big his and they stay locked for what feels like an eternity. I was right, Long legs, gorgeous face, good B cup boobs, with her skinny ass she could have been working as a model if she wasn't so lazy. That’s ironic, because she quit her job, shortly after we were married. "Well, I think I can finish in your pussy. Do you think your cock would be hard if you were playing with her tits right now?” The fluid was foggy in colour and she had about the biggest load she creampie had ever seen. I had to think. Amii looked at me. “Not exactly, but maybe that’s a story for another day.” “Harry!” I moaned as he sucked right on my nub, his nose nuzzling into the folds of my pussy. “Sure, we’re in.” The bed was neatly made. She could see a body in the dark and she knew is was one of her daughters. black With just a fraction of what I make in a day, everyone in the world would see it.” Amy puts her hand over her mouth to stifle the scream Brunette that accompanies her fantastic orgasm. When the flight touched down at Norfolk International, Beth was among the crowd to greet the arriving passengers. He left her blindfolded on the bed, cumshot wearing only a sheer nighty as she lay there lightly fingering herself in preparation for what was to follow.