Lust Cinema: Two couples share one bed

The girl was still wearing black flats on her feet, but her right foot was coming partially out of it, the shoe dangling from the tips of her toes. The investigator removes the small black shoe and places it in an evidence bag, freeing the girl’s dark chocolate-painted toes. She then takes a few moments to carefully tie the white string of the toe tag around Saema’s big toe, the nail of which was glistening in the sunlight coming through the nearby window. The girl’s well-manicured hands were then folded over her chest as a nearby stretcher was brought next to the bed, a black body bag unzipped and waiting on top. With one detective grabbing her by the feet and another getting her at the shoulders, Saema was lifted and slid over into the plastic bag. A couple final photos were taken and then the bag was zipped up, the only thing exposed being a small hole through which the tips of her toes could be seen, the toe tag moved to dangle outside the bag for the purposes of quick identification while her corpse was in transit to and awaiting interracial processing at the county coroner’s office. As her body-bagged corpse was wheeled out into the hallway, residents of the apartment stood looking on, wondering what had happened. The apartment was missionary in a nice part of the Hardcore city and crime, while not unheard of, was pretty low around the building, so the supposed-murder of a young girl was concerning. People would also be concerned about there being a rapist on the loose too. Many of them murmured amongst themselves as the stretcher was brought down the hall, carefully taken down a couple flights of stairs, and then wheeled outside to where the coroner’s van was. Local reporters for the newspapers and regional news outlets were already on the scene, the death of a young, middle class woman being very newsworthy, taking blonde pictures and trying to get the investigators and detectives to answer their questions. Saema’s black bag may have kept her hidden from their lenses, but a couple of them would manage to zoom in far enough on the Brunette toe tag hanging out of the bag to figure out who she was. After the doors of the van were opened, the techs who were wheeling her outside grab at a plastic handle on the top and foot of the body bag and swing it unceremoniously into the back of the vehicle. Saema was dead, after all, so what did a little roughness matter to her? As the lead investigator from the Medical Examiner’s Office walked up, she snapped her gloves off and took her face mask off as well. She was shorter, around 5’3”, with long brown hair and brown eyes. “I’m gonna finish up here, grab a bite, and then meet you guys at the morgue. Think we’ve got a couple more stiffs just brought in too,” she says, checking through a couple quick texts from the lead technician on duty. “Should be an interesting couple of days.” After the doors were shut, she banged on them twice with her fist and the driver nodded, putting the van in drive, and leaving the scene. As the coroner’s van made its way through the mid-day LA traffic, Saema’s corpse shifted in its bag with each sudden turn or stop, her head moving side to side, and the toe tag on her big toe dancing wildly. All-in-all, the ride would be about 35 minutes, though time to her mattered little. The van was parked out behind the main building in front of a set of steel double-doors which required the scanning of a valid city identification card to open. Saema’s body bag was dragged by one of its handles onto a waiting gurney and once the door was opened, brought into a small inprocessing room. There, a security guard reviewed her paperwork real fast before handing the clipboard to the technician at the desk. The morgue tech, a middle-aged Hispanic man, looked over the paperwork and then tugged at the zipper at the feet of the body bag. As the plastic fell away, Saema’s feet, which had been pressed against the bag’s inside, fell forward, exposing her pretty, soft soles to the room. The Hispanic tech read the information on her toe tag and compared it to information on the paperwork given to him by the affectionately-called “corpse couriers,” and then unzipped the top of the bag. He looked inside, lifeless brown eyes staring up at him half-opened, the girl’s lips parted in a look of surprise and resignation. He initialed the paperwork and then threw the flap back over her face, not even bothering to zip it back up. Suddenly my entire lap became soaked with her wetness. My hot, wet, juicy snatch. Since they elected to take twenty-five million (tax paid) in advance and the rest of the money as a monthly stipend, that would result in a monthly income of about $800,000 before taxes taken out. “Thanks Karen.” Ryan said; then he turned Hardcore to me. Molly wasn’t some plaything I wanted to use. He gently pulled her up and onto her feet in the slow, steady motion of just his one arm, not heaving back or yanking her jarringly. I tried to ignore his words as he spoke to me. Yo my horror I could feel his body getting closer and closer. It had more of contempt and authority. by Vanessa Evans The pain only heightened the pleasure brewing inside of me. Each slap carried me one step higher. He just... captured me to protect himself. Oh, fuck! She whimpered, her face twisting in delight. “Where do you want me to pick you up, here at the office or do you want me to come to your house?” I asked, hoping she said the office. But… I thought I saw something peculiar when her white shirt caught the sun. All my experience has come from porn, which is a misleading representation at best. I let the ladies get I first. interracial I just want to have some fun and then sell her after the school year is over and buy me a condo or something. She's super excited because she's going to have a baby. I girt my stomach with my arms as I'm turning over on my side. blonde I had to stand up and put these on and follow him to the bedroom that had the bed with the corner posts and the hooks in the ceiling. Not jump to sex immediately. I shouldn't Brunette want this, but... “Bitch, I am about to jump through this phone and beat your stripper ass. “One was fucking me, and he missionary was huge, while I was sucking the other one. He had been hard and stimulated for about half an hour now and had cum once. Make love to them." “What else?” Deb screamed a muffled, "YES," with her throat full of her son's cock. SMACK! “There’s always tomorrow morning,” Ashley said with a wink. Issy's laptop is sitting on the kitchen-top breakfast bar.