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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: May 6, 2012, 11:29 am
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This woman was a strange one to Angele; she was so up close and
personal. Her pale fingers danced along the rigid yet soft
structure the of the jungle maiden, causing her to shudder in
this unknown delight. The haunting gaze of Alina was enough to
add to the fit of chills that ran through the Crowe's deeply
tanned and toned body. "Angele. . . No soft. ." She managed to
breath out softly in response, but the dancing fingers and soul
stealing gaze was starting to strip Angele's breath away, even
though her fingers continued grip the cloudy hair of the shorter
woman before her, Alina seemed to be in more control of the
situation than Angele was. She was a larger woman and this was
her jungle, but Alina seemed to have a distinct advantage:
experience. The moment was broken by the darkness being split by
the lightning that cut through the air as if a saw blade running
rampant without it's master to contain it's power. No thunder
followed, yet...
Angele tilted her head as the woman let out a chuckle, as if all
of this was funny to her, but she was invading upon Angele's
territory and her her back against a wall. She surveyed the
woman closer, her head tilting slowly to the other side as the
dainty fingers of this stranger came along the side of Angele's
neck, making her instinctively lean into the touch as the
fingers curved around the thick hair. Soon, she was pulled into
a kiss; so deep, so loving, so passion filled that Angele's body
began to get hotter. Even though she resisted the kiss at first,
the luscious lips seemed to captivate Angele to the point of
near submission as she returned the kiss with dangerous fervor.
Hands combing through the woman's head to pull her head back
more so Angele could get a better reach of the shorter woman's
lips. As the kiss broke, Angele stood in silence, only the now
falling rain upon the wooden structure and the winds the found
their way through the cracks told their stories. A slow leaky
roof drizzled some liquid upon the base of the house, though
that never bothered Angele at all. As Alina's answer and
question both rang from her lips, butterflies grew in the pit of
Angele's belly and heat erupted upon her lower half; primal
instincts wanting to take over.
"No.." She whispered almost lustfully, as the hand climbed upon
her tree like legs, getting dangerously close to the heated
core. Her breath hitches and is caught up in her throat, her
eyes gives a deadly glare to Alina, as if warning her while
licking her own lip before biting the thick flesh. The tension
was building between them; strong, sensual, and guttural. Primal
urges at it's best; courtship isn't know to these women
apparently. The moment only made stronger by the presence of the
late thunder that roared behind the lightning that struck
minutes ago, shaking the house's foundation.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Shokan Date: May 6, 2012, 9:27 pm
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|Sweet flavour tantalizes Alina’s tongue, upon breaking contact
with Angele, fingers entangling into her deep dark messy
strands, keeping her relatively close. The Daevan’s blood
courses through her body, stimulating every nerve within her,
desire only growing in her iced orbs as she breathes heavily,
hot warmness tracing Angele’s lips, and chin. Her body hadn’t
freed itself from the yearnings for some time now, having had no
time to play, to seduce, or to please women; enough to cause a
stir in her stomach as Angele, much like herself, with bated
breath had explained her aggressive nature, most of it having
eroded away with the smaller woman’s touch.|
|The glare the jungle woman gives off doesn’t deter Alina the
slightest, only motivating her to continue with her derisions;
her own now moist gem pulsating with lust, as she watches the
grasping of breath and nibbling of lips. A growl vibrates from
her throat, aggressively pulling the woman’s lips back to press
against hers forcefully, pushing into the kiss and also the
chiselled body, her left thigh rubbing between Angele’s legs,
right squeezing the woman closer. The movement of her fingers
are deliberately sluggish, as they slide up to rub into the
woman’s core, feeling the wetness that had gathered there,
intimacy oozing from both bodies, however foreign this was to
Angele. With her fingers, came a lift of her left leg, pushing
one finger punitively against the woman’s clit before pinching
it, a slick smile painting Alina’s lips with her playful
motions. Trouble grips to Alina wherever she seemed to go, but
the way the women’s bodies fit so perfectly together; this
couldn’t be trouble, could it? A blissful groan passes her lips
as she begins to grind against the bigger woman, senses
heightened, and reaching new levels of pleasure.|
|Another break of their lips, Alina gasping for air, having been
so caught up in the patent wanting woman before her; Angele was
just as bad. No acknowledgments were needed for the two savagely
women. Yearning was enough to drive them crazy, enjoying the
slow grinds; the movement letting her hot core rub against the
woman’s thigh.|
#Post#: 180903--------------------------------------------------
Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: May 7, 2012, 7:06 pm
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Without the knowledge that the proper words to explain how she
was feeling, or even what was happening, Angele was getting
caught up within the woman's temptation as if a bear being lured
by the sweet scent of honey, just resting upon the sill of an
unsuspecting baker's window to cool down before being used for
some type of ingredient. Angele's gaze toward the woman's eyes
revealed something, a deep seeded secret that only Angele would
be able to pick up: Alina's eyes suggested a deep seeded lust,
desire, yearning for the woman before her. This intimacy wasn't
primal, but it held more into it as if she had been watching
Angele for a while and finally has her chance with her. Whatever
the case may be, the larger woman seemed to be totally under the
Daemon's spell.
A deep and guttural moan; only noticeable for the woman who's
lips that Angele's were pressed against, escaped the flesh
that's caught up in a dance that was stealing more of her breath
away. The fire deep within her loins and the seeping juices from
her quivering lower regions only manage to excite Angele even
more. Her back was pushed against the walls of the tree house
while the smaller woman forced herself upon the Amazon. Her own
hands remained clenched upon the woman's locks, while one of the
strong hands removed itself and held onto the woman's shoulder,
squeezing lightly as the woman's own hand reached that
previously untouched flower. It sent rivers of excitement
through Angele's body that caused her to tense up and take a
deep gasp; heavy and prolonged before she finally let the air
out of her lungs and into the woman's razor lined mouth. "Me
like.." She whispered, breaking the kiss only shortly before
continuing to deepen the harsh kiss and primal kiss that held no
grace, no perfection, just grit and unmistakably exotic.
The foreign touch only excited the woman more, though she
didn't know exactly how to react to it, other than to just stop
all thinking, all reason, and go with it. Let her wild nature
take over. As the woman pinched and rubbed the swollen jewel of
Angele, she could feel herself nearly jump out of her toned and
tanned flesh. She let out another squeal like moan while letting
it drag out so it's more like an 'ooohhhmmm'. Bodies covered in
sweat and mud, hardly clothed, wrestling with each other in a
tree house located in the dead of a jungle; this was Angele's
life and she was loving every moment of it. As her captor broke
the kiss again, Angele simply stared down at her, her chest
inflating and deflating with each deep and heavy breath that she
took. Then, with a growl, she turned the tide once more, now
slamming her woman against the wall; her fingers still dancing
upon Angele's clit. She pressed herself harder against Alina,
taking one of her hands and pulling it over her head and holding
her hostage. Her other hand lowered to play along Alina's
womanhood through whatever it was that she was wearing that was
keeping her from the lovely woman's jewel. "Give me.." Angele
demanded. "Pleasure. Now..Give! Angele want!"
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Shokan Date: May 8, 2012, 10:59 am
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|The warmness almost unbearable for Alina, causes a rift in her
judgments, thoughts conspicuously disordered due to the look in
the Tanzanian’s eyes; fairly secretive. Captivated by the
moment, she inhales sharply, the veins in her breasts emphasised
with the impulsive consumption of air, iced eyes like daggers
piercing through the beauty before her, as if demanding an
explication of the mysteries. The larger woman, in submission to
the smaller one would seem fraudulent to a stranger, but as the
woman had earlier found out, Alina’s strength was one not to be
underrated; being a Daevan had its positive aspects,
specifically in impassioned circumstances, like this.
Irregularity flowed from the two women, teeth grazing against
one another as they kiss, breathing lost in one another’s, which
in turn only warms both of them up, a thin line of sweat sliding
down the side of Alina’s head, down her temple, inhalation
heavy, ears twitching at the words spoken by the seraph. A moan
parts her lips, her fingers digging into the woman’s heated core
bellicosely, the fabric causing a friction, in her lower
districts.|
|As their position is changed, another moan parts Alina’s lips,
fingers stumbling for a moment, her own pearl taking pleasure in
the touch of the jungle woman, hips plummeting down sensually to
feel more, the black shorts clinging to her waist, moisturised,
where it covered her. With a gulp, she presses her lips harshly
once more to the woman’s before her, like a lion thriving for
his lioness; her words triggering a tightening in her stomach,
heartbeat seemingly dropping to where the moisture in her pants
subsists. Alina needed release. Her fingers continue to tease
and relish in the wetness, sitting between the woman’s thighs,
the hand tangled in long dark strands sliding down slowly to
Angele’s shoulder, nails digging into the flesh before pushing
down forcefully, so the woman lies on the wood, moving down with
her.|
You w-wan. . . want it? |Alina’s voice, let out between
staggered breaths is occupied heavily with lust, slamming down
into the woman, caught up in the dance between them, her fingers
getting rid of the piece of fabric swiftly, giving herself
permission to do as she pleases. Her forefinger teasingly
brushes against the moisture, lips breaking from Angele’s, a coy
smirk on her lips. The hand on her shoulder transpires down
gradually, over the space between her breasts, to rest at her
waist, joined not long after, by the hand that had been toying
with her heated core. Straddling her, Alina’s face also makes
its way down, following the path of her hand, until faced with
the beautiful lips, between Angele’s hips, her warm breath
gushing out onto her gem, kissing it, before letting her pink
tinted lips dangle before the woman’s own lips; Alina was a
teaser, and Angele would find out tonight, a fire starting up in
the woman’s stomach, her own actions arousing her.|
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: May 11, 2012, 4:17 pm
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This feeling was mutual; the feeling of raw passion. So
unfocused, so unbridled, so animistic and unhindered between the
two women. There was no pretty moans, no make up, no fashionable
clothing. Just raw animal instinct and cunning that brought
these two beings together in this display of pure attraction;
unhindered by society's views. Both of these women exude
tropical beauty, though Alina's was different, more reserved,
yet still powerful and natural. Angele's fingers cupped the
woman's heated area through her clothes as they kisses harshly
and Angele pressed her body against the woman's; dominating her
by sheer muscle power and size. The Daemon was strong, very
strong, so much in fact that it was surprising to the woman
before she caught her bearings and took control of the blonde
wild woman. She enjoyed the moan from Alina, though her own
moans enlisted in the symphony of the erotic orchestra made
between the two women's lips. Tanned flesh against a pale
lifeless tone, made a visual splendor.
Angele relished in the feeling of the woman against her, the
power she had over her, and the feeling of her fingers dancing
inside of her tightness. The muscles in her womanhood, just as
strong as her others, including a large muscled clit. Because of
this, it was hyper sensitive and every little touch caused
pleasure ripples to shoot through her exotic Amazonian body.
Angele shuddered in excitement; her body reacting to each and
every touch that Alina's skilled fingers provided. Soon though,
she found herself being pushed to the wooden floor, powerfully
and controlled by Alina's prowess. She grinned as she rested
upon the wet wood of the floor. Running blood, still warm from
the carcass mixed with cool rain water that seeped in through
the mud filled cracks of the roof from the tree house. The
feeling of the nails that breached her flesh only made the the
moment more raw and aggressive; Angele growled and glared while
watching the woman.
"Yes. . Me want now. Give. . Strange woman, show strange
thing!"Angele demanded against the lips of the blonde. The
Crowe's own hands, strong and powerful, gripping the back of the
woman as she tore away the the thin layer of clothing that
Angele wore around her loins. Her fingers dancing upon the slick
folds of the Amazon; writhing in pleasure. Arousal was apparent,
it wasn't the sweat, the rain, or even the blood that was
coating the spot between Angele's legs, it was the arousal of
finally being touched. And, not by some delicate beauty queen
who didn't know how to handle someone as wild and dangerous as
Angele. This woman, she knew what she needed to do in order to
get a rise out of the Amazon. Her heart fluttered, thumping
against her ample and strong chest. Her breathing matching her
heart rate, the writhes of pleasure, the moans of ecstasy, the
arching of Angele's back, was only indicating the pleasure that
the slick tongue had given Angele. Pleasure washed over Angele's
body like a wave of cold water over being so warm, soaked by the
sun. All she could think about, all she could want, was more;
more; more!
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Shokan Date: May 17, 2012, 9:07 am
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|Though Alina was sturdy, her sentinel emaciated away with the
woman’s fleshly touch, her core heating up by the minute, the
physical magnetism and the tautening pull in her stomach,
agonising, a moan once more stifled by the lips of the
Tanzanian, pressing past her famished softness as she sucks,
first, the clit, saliva coating the heated core. Having lived a
jagged lifestyle, her touches, kisses, squeezing of the taller
woman’s skin between her teeth were also ferocious; innate. The
moment lasted a mere minute, pressing her head back to look into
her captors eyes, snarling and growling, her own pussy dripping,
pulsating underneath the clothes that cover her, heart leaping
dangerously, the thuds against her chest, unmistakeable of the
provocation that was reciprocal to Angele’s; Alina would make
her feel good this nightfall, better than she ever had and as
the rain continues to seep through the wood, dampening their
bodies that lay on the ground, Alina closes her eyes, lips
coming into contact with Angele’s scorching core once more,
tongue filching along the clit before delving into her tight
walls, prodding inside, to lick every. . . single. . . crevice.|
|A fury of lust, passion, rawness runs through Alina, probing
deeper into the larger woman, to cosset in her sweet taste, the
pre-cum tantalizing her taste buds, moving her all the more; the
development of pure want heightening. As she continues to lick
the woman out, a hand slides up the notched frame of Angele,
until it rests on her left mound, pinching her tit betwixt her
fingers, before rubbing and massaging her breast, though not
tenderly, more passionately, aggressively, groaning as she does
so, this sending a ripple of vibrations to resonate through the
woman’s core, groaning deeply once more, her own core pulsating
so severely, Alina would need release, this moment.|
|Incapable of steering the tension building up within her
stomach, and the knot being stiffened so tight it shakes her
frame, the free hand moves down her own body, petite in
comparison to the larger woman, whom she dedicated herself to,
pleasuring her entirely, to the fullest extent, only the way
Alina knew. Her pale hand hovers over her own dripping pussy,
rubbing herself, hips thrusting down into the weak brushes,
before two fingers aggressively push up, moving around in
circular gesticulations within herself, scratching at her walls,
this causing more tremors to run up Angele, moaning at the
pleasure she was providing herself. This moment, satisfying for
the two brings about a dearth unlike any other in Alina; the
Russian beauty devotes herself to this stunning jungle woman,
needing only for more of her taste, teeth clawing at her pussy
as she sucks, densely, strongly pulling at her rather large
clit, burying herself in the wetness, lips soaked, saliva
dripping from her mouth to coat the ravishing lips, of Angele.|
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: May 30, 2012, 10:53 am
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Long matted dark hair laid strewn about the lumber which
composed the floor of the tree house. The water soaking through
the ceiling, though the Amazonian woman didn't mind this at all.
Hell, she was used to sleeping under leaves for comfort from the
cold nights afforded by the dense canopy of the jungles. The
woman between her legs played a rather tantalizing game with
Angele's carnal instincts. The pale peach lips of the stranger
began to move as if kissing her lower lips. The soaked pink
folds dances in reaction to the woman's lips and spongy pink
tongue; each kiss, swipe, lick, and suck, sending lightning
bolts of pleasure through the larger woman's muscled endowed
body. Her back began to arch as the pleasure began to reach a
milestone she had never thought she'd experience before; this
deep hot tickling sensation rising from her super heated core
that was almost as wet as the floor boards of her makeshift
house that she had built just hours earlier. The Crowe woman
arched more and let out purring grunts through thick lips; they
weren't pretty moans like every other woman, they were raw and
guttural grunts of unrefined pleasure.
The woman, incomparable in skin tone and definition, were
gleaming from the droplets of rain that the passing storm dumped
upon them as the cool water dripped from the roof of the tree
house. The rain was beating down upon the jungles and the only
light that was there to allow the woman to see each other was
the brilliant flashes of lighting that gave the duo mere moments
to see each other's exotic beauty before being blinded once more
by the chilling darkness that consumed them both. Though the
storm was pounding down: pelting them with harsh cold rain,
heavy tree swaying winds, and ground shaking thunder, it was all
silent to Angele, for she was too immersed with the blond's
pleasing of her muscular core to even give it a second thought;
though it was making the mood and activity all the more
enriching and primal. Angele lifted one of her legs, placing the
strong tree like limb over the woman's shoulder while the foot
danced upon her wet back. The other leg opened more, giving this
seductress more room to investigate the tender folds of the
larger brute of a woman.
Angele's fingers dug into the floor boards as the woman's
hand moved up to play with her decent sized breasts; nipples
hardening to a painful extent due to the arousal that took hold
of her body and didn't want to let go until that moment of
release gripped her. She moved one of her hands to place upon
Alina's, guiding her with rough squeezes; she wasn't a doll to
be handled with care. As the squeezing and licking continued,
Angele used her propped up leg to pull herself off of the floor
board and gyrate her hips, which pushed the woman's tongue
deeper into her soaked pussy. She could feel the edge of the
tongue enter and exit her sensitive hole, between the walls that
wanted so badly to clamp down onto that spongy pleasure giver.
She could feel the warm breath passing over her body which was
chilled due to the winds and water, giving an unmistakable heat
that radiated from the two woman of like mindedness. Angele's
fingers nearly threatened to rip the piece of floorboard from
it's grounded with out hard she tugged and pulled at it, just
about how hard Alina's lips tugged and pulled at the woman's
uniform, yet elastic folds and tender clit.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Shokan Date: June 7, 2012, 5:40 am
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|Every tightened maxilla in the unrestrained woman, shrieked,
yelling for release of this unbearable tension, the deafening
thunder clashes falling among the grounds of the jungle, honeyed
in comparison to Alina’s thirst, for this striking Tanzania,
who’s clit was being played with, strokes of her tongue skilled,
twisting and shaping peculiarly within Angele’s form to provide
utmost pleasure. Though the woman beneath her hadn’t ventured
far from the lands similar to her persona, Alina had; Angele
wasn’t the first woman to receive her fleshly tongue, and term
it as hers, however, the roughness she usually restrained
severely in herself didn’t have to be held back this nightfall,
both were animalistic; nonhuman. Cultivated, was the mouth that
pressed to the lips between Angele’s hips, as they kiss, swallow
what juice and pre-cum came to sweeten her throat, and diminish
the hunger and dryness in her stomach. Alina, the embodiment of
stimulation continued, though now she taunts the woman, with
soft traces of her organ, a contrast to her aggressive
character, teasingly.|
|The nerves in Alina’s tongue lurch with the new placement of
Angele’s leg which had caused the slickness to probe deeper into
the lips of the jungle-woman, the one free hand that had
occupied a place on the mound moving down to rest at the larger
woman’s hip out of Angele’s hold, to control the degree of lift
and fall of her large pussy, unto her mouth. Picking the pace of
the perusals and bats of her tongue once more, teeth now adding
to the inclination grazes against the touchy clit, biting
aggressively into it, keeping the persistence of her tongue and
the expanse of shallowness within Angele she covers, the
reactions nerving her, pushing her over the edge. Her own hips
plunge down with the bite, nails scratching at her inner walls,
in search of her spot; having found Angele’s, she smiles,
groaning and moaning, sliding her tongue out with the fall,
nearly completely from her clit before diving it in as the woman
lifts, hitting against that spot, apparently illuminating her
pleasure. Eyes squeezing closed, she pulls back all too
suddenly, inhalation deep, exhalation drawn out, giving a soft
kiss to Angele’s lips, fingers leaving her own pussy. Now, Alina
transposes, so her lips are at Angele’s leaking vagina once
more, her own dangling above the Tanzania’s, like a treat of
meat to a tiger; mouth instantly getting back to pleasuring the
woman, needing relief herself.|
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: June 19, 2012, 12:27 pm
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As if the time being spent engrossed within the blonde's
touches; tongue slipping a strong serenade of presses and flicks
against the swollen clit of the Jungle Monster. She arched and
moaned out, not to be drowned out by the sound of the falling
rain, rolling and pounding thunder, and the high winds which
caused them to sway back and forth with each gust that
threatened to take hold of the exotic landscape. One of the
woman's strong thighs engulfed Alina's head and curved around
her neck, while the other found itself more separated from it's
life long partner. Toes curling, fingers clawing at the woman's
mess of a bleached hair while the fingers from the other hand
nearly pulling up the logs which composed floor of the home.
Water dripped upon them, dried blood being soaked into flesh and
washed away from the water and budding sweat which rolled down
the built body of Angel. Her eyes, closed, her body arched more
while she trembled in ecstasy from the traveling tongue provided
by the woman. The dominance; it was something that Angele wasn't
used to. Not saying that she was used to being with a lover in
the first place. Alina took full control now, breaking the chain
of struggle between the two and having Angele's body fully
submit.
She could feel this budding tension within her loins; this
pressure that nearly frightened her at first, but the untrained
mind of the Jungle Crowe loved every moment of this controlling
touch. The way the tongue parted her sweet folds, her own
liquids flowing out of her in puddles mimicking the cold rain
that dripped in pools around the two women. In one swift motion,
Alina seemed to swivel around and prop her own self above
Angele's full lips. The scent of this woman; unperfumed,
untreated, completely natural, just like Angele's self was. She
moved her hands up to cup the pale ass of the woman, parting
them sexy pillows and even caused her folds to divide. The scent
of the woman wafted even more powerfully now and Angele was
convinced that her lips belonged there. She pressed her lips
against the clit, sucking and kissing while her tongue even
twirled between the parting of lips between the two. She sucked
and pulled the elastic fleshy folds and releasing the lips to
have them snap back into place. There was no finesse with this,
simple unbridled, unrestrained passion and bliss. Angele
couldn't hold herself anymore once she got the sweet taste of
this woman. A loud moaning yell, similar to a war cry erupted
form Angele's lips as she buried her face into the crotch of
Alina, sucking, slurping, licking, and kissing. Her body
shivering and shuddering, breaking down as the cum squirts from
her strong body, making her feel most like a woman than she have
ever before. Angele would continue until Alina had her finish,
after which, the woman, full and satisfied, would make her rest
with Alina... Possibly.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: July 14, 2012, 5:01 pm
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A few hours have passed and after the night that's full of bliss
and fed urges that were once unexplored, Angele felt like a new
woman. The storm had passed and it gave way to a new dawn; the
sun rising and causing the rain soaked flora to glow and twinkle
with cool falling liquid coating. Angele had awoken to a lonely
and damp treehouse with no clothing; as if she wear much to
begin with anyway. She was plastered with dried blood, water,
and womanly juices. She could still taste the woman's love
juices dancing upon her tongue and her own body still quivered
with pleasure from her powerful and unhindered orgasm. The woman
was just as strong as Angele was, but not as large, which caused
her to rethink her instincts. She woke up to see that the woman
she had this night with, had vanished. Lifting up on her arms,
Angele's eyes glanced around the home she had built to see
nothing there. She stood up, wincing from the remnants of
pleasure mixed with violence, she walked to her door to see that
she was totally gone. Angele sighed to herself and jumped out of
the house. No need for worrying about the woman. Perhaps she'd
come back. Or perhaps she moved on. Angele shrugged as she
prowled around now in search of food to sustain her. Maybe
she'll be alone now, or maybe this day will bring something new
for her to explore. She didn't bother making clothes, nor did
she care about being nude; she was primal after all. The jungles
will do that to a person.
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