I imagine I wasn’t supposed to hear that. Milf porn I’m not dead? I know why he built this room. Her words ease from her lips like honey flowing out of a hive, “Do you know what these are?”
I just stand there, staring at her. They grovel on the ground around our feet, whimpering and moaning. The second staircase goes by, and I stop for a moment outside of the door to the room. This makes up my mind, and I push against the door. When he slides his sopping dick out, not much more drips out, since my body is still so upright. It’s the set of pliers in his other hand that worry mean. Soft moss is under my feet, nicer than any carpet I’ve ever been on and mellow light pierces the leaf canopy, and gives gentle illumination to the world around. At last the throbbing slows to a stop, and he stays in his raised position above me.
