05-02-2011, 12:19 PM
Jenny let out a high pitched, though muffled, squeal as 'she' was fucked, already shooting his seed onto the ground. 'She' tried to move in rhythm with the thrusts, despite 'her' bounds. The dominant boy was long gone. Any wish to make love to his female harem was gone. He craved men, cocks, and the feeling of being dominated...
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.