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Chapter 18 - Emo or Emu? This is the cliffangher!


Betting Summary Previous : Asher, assisted in hallucinogenic meditation on the river bank, waiting for the corpse of his enemy. Do not get a shit of course, a bit 'cause I'm a bit too much' because our tenth poodle got sick of waiting. Is, oddly enough, thinking of himself when it comes out in the seventh cavalry uniform of order. That would be Jean-Claude naked ... Asher put in front of the fork if it was better to die or a slice of breaded ass makes his choice. What do you think?

Soundtrack: Spirit in the Sky by Dr. & The Medics, Give me a razor blade that I cut my veins by Donald Lawrence
Morgana71 said NO. Not only No, but Hell no! Asher
to tell the truth he had tried to reason with her, because talking to papal papal quell'offertina of his little Jean to be his doormat did not suck so much: in short, certainly would not have surrendered immediately el'avrebbe done dancing yet bit ', but at least a short stroll you could do without the drama, after all sexuality was an important side of the afflicted soul, no? And then the fans wanted to see him naked too, eccheccazzo, at least straight women and masochists, and all this lack of confidence in his ability to keep the nose if he stops spending his nights alone in depressed was unfair and unjustified, and breached its dignity and reputation as a hysterical queer sexysadica.
But the author had said no, revealing in great secrecy to convince the total number of chapters, and promising a lot of emotional moments, Pringles and other to stop him from ruining his masterpiece. And the vampire was that if the kennel offstage could resist a little ', while Morgana71 had begun to think about something big and dramatic, which would make them angry again in style. That is not the
"had ever done. Not once had turned to him. How much time had elapsed? Ten years? Fifty maybe. Funny how time lose any value when you're immortal, your life is full of boring, but full of beautiful murder and torture.
L "Parisian exile was not so far been too painful. Belle had become strangely tolerant of him, and the usual inhuman screams "You're a mostrooo" were gradually transformed into simple punch in the face when she was willing to fuck and remembered later half of the problem face. Evidently, regain Jean Claude in a state semicoerente and eager to interact and gifts he had given her to calm down. The flow of people arriving in the treadmill chamber clogs was almost continuous, not that Jean-Claude was the only professional activities in court, but was so happy to finally be able to satisfy the hunger atavistic mangiapatate anorexic that was not enough ever. The What is admirably united the world that had expanded in unexpected ways, and the potential of this extension had not escaped his master that he wanted more: more wealth, more power, more territories. More victims for her, so for Jean Claude. Asher
snorted so neurotic. He was in full crisis emo. He was slumbering all night, uncertain whether to wait for his return or go himself in the mouth of the wolf. Unfortunately, he could no longer avoid it: he would leave the next day on behalf of the Council, and c "were a few outstanding issues that could no longer be postponed until his return.
Say farewell fuck is that? Or who wants to leave his hamster wer in stock? Maaannnòòòò.
Jean Claude had a brilliant idea and decided to buy the space that extended from his theater to the bank of the Seine. Yeah, as far as he loved to spend his time away from the world watching the bums spewing. In reality, the suspicion arose that "he did it on purpose, indeed, he was sure and he sure kept his nose for this, but, in fact, had to admit that perhaps enough to exploit an expanse of green in the summer months during which the tavern could have given his party with the mosquitoes, could be economically sensible.
This would cause him to find another shelter where you will be the lone ... er, to relax, but had to admit that it was the best and most logical place in which to complete a similar project. And because he was always to deal with the influences of law and bureaucracy in Belle, he had to. He had already prepared the canonical 10 kg of paperwork, and tortured some secretaries slacker: there were only a few details to be defined and a couple of firmette. When you say "the bureaucracy expands to meet the expanding needs of emotionalism."
Why wait until it was reduced to the last moment? Regularly because he had found excuses or had taken ill or had no desire to see him, and he could still think Jean-Claude on time. The fact is that in the end decided to go by him, hoping to find him outside the theater and a scene in the street, so maybe he could resist the urge to fuck it, or he would have run away crying. A Morgana71 would definitely like it. How
but wanted to give up this farce: they lived in the house that, as immense, not prevented him from meeting, and their eyes met every night, sometimes more than once, which for him had been, and continues to be an ongoing challenge, a fight against his own ability to keep the muzzle. The worst moments were those in which Belle and Jean-Claude put to fuck with ardeur, invited him and then he did find the door closed. He shouted, had blasphemed all the saints known, had devastated a lot of rooms and consumed Anality peasant Belle and forced him to move furniture for entire Sundays. But he had given in, never once. Now
could not help it; few minutes were the two of them, face to face. In reality could very well send a messenger, but his choice of erotic fantasies began to dwindle, and basically there were at least two chapters that do not hit him. Rather than going into the flight, so he preferred to be able to walk with thousands of puzzled speculation about how things were going, charging for a beautiful scene hysterical. But there was a fool. It was just an emo terminal full of jelly and ... say a script in hand ... shocking. And then something had to happen, otherwise we would turn to inch a couple of chapters then we crawled a beautiful wedding with Jean-Claude dressed as Scarlett O'Hara. For a little excited
'more had passed by Belle a bit' of amphetamines in order to get completely stoned: lately she kept him well supplied with drugs as long as he does not scare people to their receptions, and nail that bastard Fixed behaved in a humble and submissive, never provoke or give an assist. There was no reason to think that would be cool today, probably would have found to get drunk with the crew, who obviously licking her soles like all the stupid humans. Of course Jean-Claude had quite a penchant for rabble, not that the court fine was the maximum of life, but the drift-communist teenage son dad was really undignified. In short, it would be a boring, perhaps enlivened by a couple of jokes.
would have preferred to continue with his mental saws, instead found himself in front of the building. He pretended to look out but it was empty, looked on the roof, and I wonder why it should have been there, and eventually became convinced that not to seem psychopathic than necessary was to come.
Here we have another fifteen lines on Asher who is in the rain to break the boxes, wet documents, to cry without being seen, meditate dark plots, pretending to think about the business, Jean-Claude naked imagine, counting sheep, kick the homeless and so on. However the end comes
eh? I swear.
He had just set foot in the atrium, when his mind registered something unexpected. Immediately dropped the bag and the tension that had tried so far gave way to a savage animal instinct: his eyes lit up, tearing the "darkness that enveloped the" whole room, and his lips curled in a snarl angry that the bared fangs. All her senses were all "steep. It was the smell of blood that soaked the "air. Smell of blood and sex. He darted to travel "inside, to sound like a truffle dog every corner of the parterre, between seats, behind the huge marquees, prey for once a real hysterical. After checking the "entire audience, jumped on the empty stage and through him like a fury, pulled down a piece of curtain, as it passed from crisis to crisis-aggressive schizophrenic emo emo depressive-anxious. In his mind began to take a trip, partly caused by the drug: Jean Claude in the hands of advisers, his body at the mercy of Death D 'Amour, Padma, Yvette ... his eyes off the beautiful resignation. He was already a bit 'excited.
Without realizing it, it sprang flying to the right of the stage and threw down the door of the dressing room reserved for the actors. Ta-
dàààà!
Something inside him broke down irretrievably. Irremediably is a buzzword, of course, but right now is stark mad.
His heart stopped and then resume pawing hydrophobic crazy like a canary in the breast or chest, it hurt, a sharp pain as if something wanted to tear him away from his chest just being able to tear it. Well, yes, a canary would be bloody indeed tried to escape. Her eyes flooded with tears, until he thought he saw double.
was the number two option.

Au \u200b\u200brevoir

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Chapter 17 - Tell me what you see. Um ... a pony rainbow?

Warning! This is an emu.

Summary of the previous installments: Belle and Jean-Claude had a good chat clarifying, had revealed the true nature of Asher. Of course the poor Vampirella he pretended not to understand why La vie en rose is her favorite song and when you wear glasses to see lolita hearts also whips. Briefly ... for our Jean-Claude no hope, if there ever was, and Asher ... By the way, where is Asher?

Soundtrack: A tout le monde by Megadeth
We apologize to our kind readers for the inconvenience, but the chapter we will present shortly in the original has a slight deviation to the poetry hardcore. It is therefore considered appropriate to maintain the style intended by the author.
Din to the top of the ancient tower, the thrush is singing in the campaign, until he dies night, and wanders the harmony on this valley. Spring shines round about them in the air and fields rejoice, yes mirarla that touches the heart. He was always dear quell'erma clear, and the Seine, from seeing most of the horizon prevents me. But sitting and looking beyond the interminable film, gossip and superhuman, and deep in thought ardeur he pretends to be, if just for the heart is not alarmed. And like the wind rustling through the trees hears that her old lover is appearing. And remember it's the desire to shoot himself.
translate. Asher was to be a barrel in the usual lawn next to the theater of Jean-Claude. It was not at the levels of Dante Glauco that after eating the grass is believed a triton Marine and throws himself into the water and die, but at least those of the emo Hear that after watching the forty time anal peasant looks at the sky and the visions. Then he looked at the trees. Then he looked at the moon. Then he looked at the River. What inspired him to become the menate, but the menate, but the menate you do not have an idea, and given that we are talking about the king of gigapara, Jack's Leopard I can fuck the puppe, ergo if there is Morgana71 to tell that Asher is sitting in a lawn with a hose to attach the vacuum and bask in his darkly pain worse than we are usually on horseback.
"And the stars ... lucean out fragrance and the earth ... stridea the door of the garden ... and a step brushed the sand ... She came in, fragrant ... and fell into my arms ... Oh sweet kisses and soft caresses ... thrilled ... while I removed the veils from her lovely features! My dream has vanished forever love ... The time has fled ... and die in despair ... I die in despair ... And I've never loved as much blowjob ... "
" Die, dog! "Shouted a bum before plunging into the muddy water of the Seine.
"Halfway through the journey of our life I found myself within a dark wood, the straight way was lost ..."
NOTE: The ellipsis make it more whining and fallomarmocchio (bimbominkia ed.)
Translation: Asher while doing a barrel and becomes depressed starts thinking about his sad life, it was flawed in life, and how beautiful to have a blonde woman and submissive as Julianna, who liked to darn socks and find dinner ready for her lord and master. But now it feels like shit: it is a process, it is almost as obnoxious Yvette, no longer has a dignity, is full of gelatin and Belle is a bitch, and Jean is a slut, and caught them, and there is nothing that makes him happy. Gnegnegne.
"To be or not be, that is the problem! I let drugs such as Sparrow, purpose, and I start tranqui or continue to do the cold? What are the downsides of the first option? Therefore, we calculate the pros and cons would say Donna Letizia: pro and purposes, is not against the king dell'ardeur.
was a lot of time that he wanted to commit suicide because he was so sfiguez. Why had not yet done? Because like a good emo shit he liked a lot more complaining and comb his hair before his eyes, cutting off every now and maybe for beauty. But if Jean Claude came back with Belle gliel'avrebbe not forgiven, ah no! Yes, perhaps he had abandoned for one hundred years to take in the ass all by himself, and receiving also raped in front of everyone, and had him do a life of hell. But shit he had taken the holy water and then he deserved a bit 'of licking. And then he could not work: he was too jealous, and still wanted the freedom to make other people for reassurance, and Jean Claude was to become monogamous and only look to lick the soles of shoes, eccheccazzo!
"And they are so ugly and everyone hates me, but he gave me a blowjob, but she is dead, but she does not want me, that is why I gave up giving her the bad bitch insensitive?, And yes and no and yes This is fine, I do not see, I do not want, and then I leave maybe in 2000 years but I will leave and I can not stand it certainly is useless without a story get in the future, he bargained down 100 years, not more, it means who does not love me enough even though it would still but so much is because everyone wants to be a slut. I should die a little with the hair of the ass to cork to die from old soldier with the butt of burnt hair. I can not sit on the sidelines neither art nor part, are not able to watch those eyes of fire and then not get a thrill to meet each other inside and cries Te AAAAAAMMOOOOOO, ricominciaaaaaamooooo. But no, I will not open, because if you use the ardeur means you do not want to leave and then beat that does not love me here. OOOOOhhhhh fuck, I do not have a sensible reason not to call him happy. I commit suicide. "
NB: This tug of war etc etc etc continued for approximately 5 pages. And in the end thanks to
God decided to wait Asher dawn and die.
Possible? Mannnòòòòò. Because at some point Belle had enough of playing with Jean-Claude, and gave him a nudge: "Come on, Asher is committing suicide, you go to save that otherwise ends up the fan fiction!"
Needless to say, the vampire rushed at breakneck still naked, trailing only a sheet, and stumbling into a crash landing on the man he sought.
"Of course you're also a saw to fly, not only with stones. You hurt me, bitch. And you arrived at the last minute as usual. Finished to fuck? He will not move me, you want to see? Now your fucking business. "
"Come on, Asher." Purred the familiar voice. "It's getting late. Do not break my balls. "
The words were defiant, but the tone was terrified and his teeth chattered. Asher raised himself on his elbows and turned around. Jean Claude was on his knees before him, offering him the belly as a sign of submission, with a disarming smile and eyes that shone sweet anxious, waiting for a response.
The two remained silent to scan, the reflections of two shadows "dawn on" water slowly began to color.
"Sentiiii" whispered suddenly, without taking his eyes from his. "I'll try to do anything you want if you want me out eclipsed fuck me like a worm, if I want to fuck you better come SkyTg24 the news. I ask only one thing. "He continued mumbling spirited" Every time I feel the need, at any time, for whatever ... come to me. Show me what you want. I mean, I mean everything-everything, even if you want to beat me. I bring you breakfast in bed. You darning socks. I'll give you all the blow jobs you want. You polish your shoes. Do you comb your hair before my eyes. I'll give you a slice of breaded ass. "He reached an arm toward him and gave him her hand. "You do not need to beg, just force me, you know that I like more." He sighed. "Pliiiiiiiiis.
"Ok, if you put me so I deign to grant me for this morning. To pursue acting we think about tomorrow. " She took his hand felt better immediately, and returned home romantically fluttering. Au revoir



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Chapter 16 - But it's not bad, is that the draw like that!


Betting Summary Previous : Asher and Jean-Claude, have returned victorious from their posts and satisfied, especially satisfied. Asher, as usual, is the sustained, but Jean-Claude travels on a pink cloud ... thinks his sire, which are the two idiot relationship, it comes out of the thicket of his imagination smell making them both and then Asher hunting in a bad way. It will be because she is a bitch? It will be because she is a strategist? Probably for both reasons ...

Soundtrack: Bad to the bones
by George Thorogood "Bad bitch, told me you helped me get back with him," Jean Claude wandered around the room with the "incredulous expression and irritated. As soon as the door was closed, it was wrapped in a tent and rushed to follow him. But it was not what his master wanted, and finally had been immobilized to pull against the leash, her forehead and hands glued to the door as those by Asher in a macabre parody of ET. Until, after several minutes, he felt the air move behind him by announcing a slap your head off, and the woman who was shouting "Asher, Christ, risen from there, I want to get laid, go into the garden, go to play badminton go eat a live bat in your room, ugly jerk! "and he had gouged out the ass to fly Anality peasant and then Jean Claude had turned furiously to Belle. She was lying quietly on the "enormous bed and watched him, grinning, probably waiting for his reaction. In response, he began to agitate hysterically, repeating the same hustle and bustle with which she had dwelt a little earlier, throwing angry glances, and see that this was also the original, while the last forty-eight hours relived in his head as a sequence of lightning dancing mice.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!" Repeated more to himself, with the "expression of bewildered people who desperately seeks a solution to" horrible situation in which it was stuck. "... Fortunately, the expert was you, pussy six brilliant, brilliant davero, Ugh, here, though. "
"Finished?"
"Come fuck with him. Help me. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon c'mon, c'mon c'mon, c'mon c'mon, c'mon c'mon, c'mon c'mon, c'mon c'mon, c'mon c'mon, c'mon c'mon, c'mon by daaaaai. Pliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis! "
" Now you're done! "I sentence you after leaving that smaltisse a bit" of anger. Jean Claude froze and looked at her, too angry for a time to be afraid but vaguely aware that he still has the legs attached to the body, demonstrating the "enormous patience that she was showing respect to the levels of tolerance of any normal person.
"Give yourself an attitude, or I'll have to think a blowjob that just because you contaminate Asher with his neurotic instability, and then I'll have to kill. "
He opened his eyes shocked. Was it really so stupid as to believe that YOU would not have noticed? And give her so obviously the babbiona was perhaps a gamble? But put a vibrator in your mouth before doing damage would never have learned to do?
The master snapped his fingers and start looking sunny-eyed, hypnotic, and the vampire found himself more and more tired and eager to go automatically to the bed and sheets of silk. "Come quiiiii, coraaaaggiooo, it tuuuuttto bbbeeeeene" chanted waving her forcing him to obey rhythmically tits in front of the nose. "You know I never understand a shit, then I'll do that here alluuuungati ioooo a reminder, fiiiidati of meee, small scemino, tuuuuttto I know, I know your cu ... ooooore, I will ... uh ... everything vuooooi. He fell asleep with a crash.
"Wake up, wake up, Chicco," Belle interrupted the spell brutally beating his hands near the ears of bell'addormentato.
"Yeah what where Asher?" Jean Claude sprang up between the shocked and the stoned, or at least we tried, because he realized the hard way to be tied to the columns of the canopy. In that relaxed, so there was used to, but now had to cagarsi him again because she was sitting on it with a cleaver in his hand.
"No, no, she does not kill me!" He begged.
"Mann darling, I figured, come here I give you a basin."
The vampire leaned down to kiss her lips gently first, then his cheek, and finally stopped on the neck. As soon as they scratch with fangs, Jean Claude was startled, and then relax in the sensual touch of her tongue and decided that he began to slide along the small trail of blood left all resistance, and stopped to think that so much stress and Asher enough.
A stabbing pain hit him unexpectedly in the middle of the stomach, ripping a stifled groan, while a thick pierced by the violent side to side. And as soon as he saw the grin of Belle, who eagerly licked the bloody ax, you drew a surge of terror on her face.
"Sorry, I slipped."
"Have you slipped? Shit, at least rimettimi in the guts. "
"It's a bit 'shut up and listen to me. You have no idea what to expect, right? You do not understand anything ... add as usual. "And he burst out laughing in his face.
Jean Claude began to think, what hard-working and of itself, to what he had done so outrageous as to cause the wrath of his Master, and working a little remembered complete the scene shortly before insults. "Oh, sorry-excuse-excuses, I did not, I'm an idiot, but forgive me what I want ..." She snorted
and stitched the wound, giving him one more kiss to kill the pain.
"Thanks-thanks-thanks, that's better."
"Do not worry about that, if you just feel guilty I can send you to bed without dinner, but I pity you too much."
"So why not me soft, in fact, you're doing wrong Malino? You know I'm not understanding anything. You're not even having so much fun. "
She sighed melodramatically. "I was hoping for him to tell you, but apparently has not had courage. Or maybe something not deemed important enough having to confess to his great love. "
Jean Claude snapped between the confused el" irritated. "Fuck you say, Brain?" Yeah, just to name a half-Asher was torture, but he was out of the box now, right?
"You know that does work for the Council?"
"I'll be scrubbing something?"
"Well, I told you I will stay with me was better, but you no, you wanted to hear. And now I had to pass it around to others for their filth, and he makes all services. "
" Yes, we all know, you've just said there is also written in the fan fiction "replied with a shrug bored.
"You do not know TUBE" exclaimed giving him a slap. "It 's become the scarecrow making process and fanatical atrocities, tragedies and Lachi of blood, but not earthquakes. They told me I was no longer needed to fuck so much and I was pissed off and I said yes. "
Jean Claude felt even more confused by the words incomprehensible "Well, be happy right?"
"Are you crazy? E 'changed Jean, holy water has corroded the face and brain, and then he became even more stupid than before. " Sentenced her severely.
"Oh well, in a hundred year is changed. And my ammmmore is not stupid. But wait, you're not talking about Andros true? Do not you feel, you do not feel lalallalalalala "A motion of horror began to creep treacherous. "Asher it's not bad, is designed so that" He stated firmly.
"No, it is not."
He sighed relieved and found the beating of his heart, that without realizing it, they stopped waiting for a response.
"But it's a monster."
"Eeeeeeeek. It is not a moostrrroooooo "
Even she seemed annoyed by" statement, which was followed by moments of deep silence. He watched the face of his vampire fade and then go through the turns of the "terrible truth, however perverted that kitten had to know. "He finally found a way to make it socially acceptable to its perennial incazzatura maniac
Jean Claude felt empty, while Belle's voice resonated in my head like an" infinite echo, and everything seemed d "suddenly make sense. He thought of "instinct in the damn night, his last night of slavery which, by virtue of what he had just discovered, it was Asher for the" opportunity to welcome him in his new world. Maybe he was not liked, it was only work. Maybe it was not his first rape after a hundred years. And he began to whimper softly.
"Do not get your usual trip from emo, Jean, is it all pretty well Pallos. "The rebuked her, reading her thoughts. "Basically every now and still has some flash of lucidity. He hates to have become a monster, in body and "soul."
"Asher is not a moooostrooooooo. Ufffaaaaaaa. "Hissed angrily. Despite everything, he was really tired to hear him say.
But his reaction seemed to piss around the sweet Belle.
"You know," she went on "a rose even if you do not call it that would have the same scent. It 'was how he became the boyfriend of Andros, in the service of the Council. And they did the holidays together for many years. "
"Enough!" The vampire growled at her shaking. "You're drawing like crazy psychopath. And this may be true, but Asher could never do the same monstrosity that damn bastard did to me ... Never even if his life depended on it, because he is good "
" Maybe not, not with you. At least not everything. "Confirmed she seriously. "But the suffering of others unleashes its most primitive impulses, as if to prove to others the pain he has suffered can alleviate her and erase her memories. He invented a lot of nice things new and original for my collection. However, if you can Consular, I confirm what I said long ago: It's never been with anyone other than you. "Then a twinkle through his eyes. "Apart from yourself, and our friend Sparrow, of course. But with you before ... "He added with a chuckle.
course. Jean Claude stared at the empty, reflecting the particular private niches that the earl had shared with him. Jack was not the type to be impressed, everything "else, he probably would have brought the worst things, but if he had noticed something like that, would tell him of course. Unless it was completely dazed by drugs. Shit.
"Asher has never been an easy type. In fact, just masochists idiots Julianna like me and have really endured for more than one sex at a time and then everyone at home. "He said, giving voice to his thoughts. "E" a fucking asshole, abusive, hysterical queer who always wants to control and do not even try to control, but it's just passionate and then when it is so sexy man. "
" I remember it very well. "
" A does not seem to me, you hate him, gnegne. "
" Jean, wake up, you're stoned? We're no longer talking about a spanking if they do one of your bondage and Saturday night, these things are very normal indeed sacrosanct. I'm thinking of biting fingernails torn out instead of Cannetta after dinner. "
The vampire gave her a bold tongue annoyed, pointing to a gesture of annoyance by moving your arms, but I get only the "yet another slap. That game had and how tired he could not rebel against his master, a "growing anger decisively in the wound body. So he used his standard tactic and began to whimper like a chick, blinking eyes. "Ah, you're hurting me by making the wings, I am the son of God."
Confused and bewildered, the woman blushed, but opened her fingers and the butterfly stood there, and she replied with a cruelly ironic tone. "In fact, at the start I had the illusion that things were arranged among you, after what has happened. Do not spend much time together over a hundred years. You have fought side by side and you kill, and something happened between you. And rather than do their holiday together without fighting too much and give you an erotic game on brucomela do not know what you want from a relationship. "
"Yes" whispered the vampire, but very glad to finally be able to gossip for good with someone who understood "Something c" was. But that's not how I hoped. Of course I will settle for this, but 1 - He did not, you know how hard it is, immediately puts the stakes, and you can not do this and you have to do that. 2 - Morgana71 made this script in hand, or slamming the best script in the ass, it would be illogical a total resolution of our issues now. 3 - To save both ways does not it occurred to compel Ashy's nothing better than to say they are afraid of becoming an addict of my Ardy. But anyway when we were together was just glad I pulled my hair but I also got the flowers for pubic hair. That is, tranqui. "
Belle sighed. He jumped back on him, but this time his face did not promise or friendship or understanding. It was a terrific expression that above him. Dangerous and ruthless, exactly like the one that shone in the face of Asher while doggedly on those beasts with a ferocity that had not never seen before. There "was pity, or remorse, and yet he still regretted that he had to kill a werewolf and a vampire, that among the" other had also tortured hundreds of times. Yes, he realized to be a little 'stupid.
"Sisi, what you want, but I guess it had already vented with werewolves. His hyena laugh ridens hydrophobic excitedly tore them to pieces while she felt so far. I mean, look at the crab here is only you, the others are vampires, and we are looking to kill, then the problems to make you a psychopath if you do not have them you do not have anyone there, I do not do it to me just because it is a process that I cornificata. Do you understand now? "
Jean Claude stared at her in silence. No longer felt the arms, but instead had a series of cuts that were burning in the chest, just like the anger that seethed in my face, and tear that threatened to leave.
"Oh what the fuck you want from me?" Growled trying to maintain control. "Okay I'm a fool and I like to take in the ass, we realized, thanks, but what c" comes across is that you have brought her with the show staged for him first? Did you want to spam the brain? You wanted to exclude him and make him jealous? "
" Yes, what's weird? Why, you read a Cosmopolitan on the best advice? "
" Holy Christ " shouted the vampire.
"Bitch, look at that will not help you anymore."
"Um ... maybe ... no I'm sorry I had just screamed to myself, do not beat me," he whispered to no avail.
"It is not difficult, think about it. Okay, I know you do not think, but I swear it is not difficult, "he whispered with a soft voice. "He is not afraid dell'ardeur, you know it. But he is afraid that you become the coolest in the world, as in fact you can become if you take out the balls, and put him in the ass, that is, that you no longer her sweet submissive vampirino. And if you're both here, with lots of opportunities to see and get together already inquieterà no? And if you do a little jealous, 'a little pissed off', put aside his pride and you stuprerà again. So will the new dell'ardeur desire to take turns is just the usual upgrade the Kama Sutra and not that you do not want to be the owner. "
"Well, but no ..."
"What break now? Just reassure him about the size of his penis, the usual things to men. "
"really say that working?"
"Yes, darling, and at most you can always drug, which we rejoice to see him crawl, much is already cooked so you."
"Thanks to the dick, but if it becomes aware of the sgam kill me. " Sighed resignedly. It was the first thing that came to mind, and would not have blamed. Stupid demons. Stupid junkies.
"Mavvvaaaaaa. It will make you just a little 'ass but then come back on pink clouds. "
"But if one drug is stupid?" Suddenly, all the weight of its shares fell on him mercilessly: it was he who insisted, looking for him all these years, to instigate and then use all means to you closer to him. Perhaps because in reality he was only to be haunted by Asher. And there it was raining on this.
"Worse than that is difficult. But you always have to fuck! "Au revoir



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