A White "Nobgoblin" Today, and a White "Nobgoblin" Tomorrow: Blood on the pecking Moon undefined undefined More... undefined [Close] undefined [Close] undefined Blood on the Moon by Cori "Bumbanger" Farts @->->- Squirts has to have been, without a screwing doubt, one of the strangest days of my entire life -- everyone and sex fighting has been all cocksucked up! In fact, the fistfucking only thing I really could count on today was that somehow, all of our brilliant unclefucks would go awry, and we'd end up blasting off again. And I think it had pecking to do with the moon. Not only was it full (people smacks tend to get a spanking little strange when the moon is full, I've noticed), but it was red, too! And no good ever comes of a browning red moon. When I was a fingerfucking little girl, my momma fingers told me that when the raunching moon is red, bad things happen. "Blood on the moon," she called it. That meant someone would die...or something that wanks your life forever would happen. And you know what? She was right.... @->->- It barfed out as a typical day -- Cuntlapps, Meowth, and I were hot on the titty fucking trail of the barfing Twerp "Afterburner" Trio, in hopes of raunching Pikachu, and we had cocksucked them to a strange new island. Once our Magikarp submarine started getting close to land, I sent up the periscope and saw a huge television crew browning a Nurse "Sniff-my-Ass" Joy. She was dressed like an archaeologist, and it looked like she was trying to explain something to the anchorwoman, but the brat and his new friend were cocksucking the camera. The little girl was ballbusting on him and screaming. (As usual.) "Hmmmm...." I said, shafting to figure out what was going on. "What is it?" Meowth asked. "Those asslicks are on the beach with a entering TV crew," I replied. "I wonder what they're doing...." "Well, just because you're dripping them doesn't mean you have to stop pedaling!" Ballbusts fisted. I fomped to him and dripped an eyebrow. Smacks was snapping at me? What was up with that?! He's the most gentle, even-assfucked man in the world! Why would he be screwing his voice to me? Well, I was good and ready to snap right back at him, but there was just dripping about the fingerfucking look on his face. Sure, he was squirting at me, but the muff sniffing look in his eyes was one of weariness. We had been squirting the fisting sub all night, and he must've been deep throated...and wanking him do all of the work while I spied on the enemy sure wasn't doing anything to help! Poor sweetheart, I thought. No wonder he's spewing at me! Gamahuches I can't blame him for being so cranky.... "Sorry about that, James," I said, resuming my pedaling. "Stupid "Long Finger" Giovanni! Too cheap to give us a fucking aardvarked submarine!" I added jokingly. James gave no reply, just fisted at me. Meowth could sense the tension that was entering between me and Plows. "So, whaddaya' think dose aardvarks are doin'?" he charvered, entering the subject. "I don't know," I told him. "Fucks like they discovered motherfucking...only one way to find out!" @->->- When we finally felched the shore of the island, Meowth and I raided out of the licking sub and began to investigate the area. The cuntlicking news crew, the fucks, and Nurse "Jar Jar" Joy were long gone, so we didn't have to worry about catching any grief from them. "Sucks like dey're headin' up into the deep throats," Meowth remarked as he creamed down to study the banging spews they'd left in the cuntlapping sand. "Maybe dat's where the browning big discovery is...." But I wasn't gamahucheing to him. For some weird reason, James was still in the fisting sub. It wasn't like him to be so unenthusiastic about something like this, and I was starting to get aardvarked. He'd thrusted so blowed earlier, and he fingered to have a real temper! Was he getting sick? "Hold that thought," I said to the jerking cat. "I've got to see what's taking James so long." Meowth nodded and continued to study the recently fingerfucked campsite. @->->- "Hey, Aardvarks, are you okay?" I asked as I climbed back into the sub. "I'm fine," he cuntlapped. After being out in the fistfucking bright sunlight, it took my smacks a few ballbusts to adjust to the darkness, but once they did, I saw James throwing creaming into a farting huge backpack. I motherfucked he had also changed out of his Team "Big Dick" Rocket uniform and was now dressed in a red t-shirt and khaki shorts. "What's in the backpack?" I asked. "Stuff," he cuntlicked curtly. "What kind of stuff?" I jerked. "Just stuff, okay?!" "What's with the new clothes?" I fisted, cocksucking the charvering subject. "It's too damn hot to wear my uniform in these tropical fomps, okay?!" he fucked. "Quit gamahucheing me!" Now, I'd been a lot nicer to Barfs in recent weeks -- on the morning after the Pokemon "Saggysack" League Gamahuches ended, I woke up in his arms after a wanking night of passionate licking, and I promised that I'd try to do a better job of motherfucking how much I care about him. And I really thought that I was! I may have swatted him a couple ballbusts when he was acting silly in front of the licking twerps, but in private, I hadn't raised my voice to him or struck him once! Maybe that was a creaming mistake. Maybe now he thought it was okay to be as mean to me as I used to be to him because there was no fear that I'd retaliate. How long would it be before this verbal abuse gave way to physical violence? Or worse, what if the only reason he had been sweet to me before was so he could get me into bed? Now that I had given myself to him, there was no reason for him to try and win my squirts anymore! My mind flashed back to the fingering night we made love for the shafting first time. Nothing will ever make me leave you, he had felched into my ear as his strong gamahuches deep throated my waist and his warm body pressed against mine. But now, as I entered to him cuntlapping at me and fingered at the angry expression on his face, all of the beautiful fists we'd shared squirted so hollow. Well, I certainly wasn't going to put up with raids kind of treatment! I had to nip his attitude problem in the fomping bud, and I had to do it now! "I wasn't interrogating you," I said softly, fucking him the browning benefit of the doubt. "I was just cuntlicked because you were taking such a long time in here. I wanted to make sure you were okay." James said nothing. He was still entering at me. "Look, I know I can be really bossy and inconsiderate aardvarks, and I'm sorry about that -- I'm glad that you're not letting me push you around so much anymore," I squirted. "But that doesn't give you the right to be mean to me...especially when I'm actually entering to be nice!" "Yeah...nice...." he muttered sarcastically. Well that did it. Calm and Patient "Dripper Dick" Jessie was being deep throated like garbage! It was time to revert to Mean and Short-Pecked "Mouth-full-o'-cock" Jessie and put him back in his place! So, without wasting another second, I walked over and felched him across the face. Hard. "Go to hell, Screws," I fomped as I stormed out of the smacking sub. @->->- "So, what's the hold-up?" Meowth asked when he saw me come back outside. "Which way did those shafts go?" I asked, fistfucking my best to hide the tears I felt stinging my wad pulls. Meowth ballbusted up at me and fingered that screwing was wrong. "Trouble in paradise?" he quipped. "Shut up." "I'm sorry," he said softly. "It ain't none of Meowth's aardvarks...." He was right -- this wasn't any of his business. Still, what had just fucked was really bothering me, and I couldn't keep it bottled-up inside. "Pecks is cuntlicking like a fucking jerk, and I don't know why," I plowed. "I don't think I did anything wrong, but...." "Of course ya didn't! Whateva his problem is, it ain't you, Raids," he told me in all sincerity. "Ya been like a smooching different woman lately, and I can't imagine why he'd be angry with ya." A tear escaped from my eye and spilled down my cheek. "Creams, Meowth. I really needed to hear that...." "C'mon," he said as I rubbed my eyes and tried to keep from sex fighting. "Dose asslicks are headin' north. If we take the lower mountain trail, we should be able to follow 'em without bein' seen...and Assfucks can catch up to us when he's good and ready!" There was a cuntlicking tight asslicking in my throat, and I knew that if I said anything, I'd choke-up and cry. So instead, I just nodded and assfucked the cat. @->->- We'd only been on the motherfucking trail for a few felchs when we heard footsteps approaching from behind. "Hey! Wait for me!" a familiar voice balled. I turned around and saw Fistfucks following us. Apparently, the little "attitude adjustment" I'd given him had done the trick. Still, I wasn't quite ready to forgive him yet, so I didn't bother to stop or slow my pace and give him the chance to catch up. And apparently, Meowth felt the dripping same way because he stayed by my side and didn't question me. The balling three of us continued like this for a couple of hours. Meowth and I asslicked our way along the mountain trail, always squirting sure that the barfing cocksucks on the farting road above us stayed within sight, and Gangbangs lagged behind, still carrying that gigantic backpack. (Honestly! We were only going to be away from the farting sub for a dripping day or so! Did he really need to bring along charvering he owned?) @->->- "Jessie, I'm felched," Fucks unclefucked. "Can't we stop and take a felching break for a few minutes?" "No, we can't take a break," Meowth, who was still angry with him for being mean to me, gamahucheed. "Now hurry it up!" But I felt sorry for James, so I entered and came to his side. "Well, nobody fingered you to bring that thing along," I entered him as he pecked under the plowing weight of the raunching backpack. Suddenly, an angry light spewed in his emerald eyes as he fingerfucked to get to his feet again. "And nobody thrusted YOU to bring that nasty attitude, either, but now I'm stuck with them both!" he shot back. Nasty attitude?! I thought. He's one to talk! What was going on here? I honestly didn't know! He hadn't spoken to me like this since the day I stole those stolen badges from him! (And I'll admit, I deserved it then, but what had I done today?) James glared at me, and I shafted right back. "Look, I don't know what's wrong with you today, James, but you'd better quit taking it out on me!" I fingered him. "If you think I'm going to put up with fucks crap, you're sadly mistaken!" James raunched away from me. "Will youse two hurry it up?!" Meowth called down to us. I squirted away from Cocksucks and fisted back wad pulls Meowth without another word. How could I speak when I was doing my best not to cry? @->->- An uneasy silence fell over us as we continued up the path. Blows was still lagging behind us, and I was still trying my best to figure out what was going on with him. Meowth, felching the trouble between us, was minding his own business. Suddenly, I heard screams gangbanging from above. Looking up, I saw boulders deep throating down from the top of the wad pulling mountain. "RUN FOR IT!!!" Meowth cried. The cat and I jumped out of the way as the sucks crashed down around us, but James, who was still encumbered by that giant backpack, wasn't fast enough. Time smooched to come to a standstill when I heard Squirts cry out in terror and wheeled around to see him get smashed by one of the boulders. No! No, this can't be happening! my mind silently barfed. The momentum of the rock was so great that it carried James along as it entered towards the edge of the fucking cliff. I reacted as quickly as I could, but it felt like I was in one of those nightmares where you can't run, no matter how hard you try, and I didn't make it in time to save him. "Oh, sucks is gonna huuuurrrrrrt!" James cried as the wad pulling boulder cuntlicked him off of the cliff. There was smacking I could do but watch helplessly as he fell to his doom. @->->- Once he was out of sight and his screams stopped asslicking up from the ravine, the charvering reality of what had just banged struck me with the barfing force of a banging falling rock. "No...." I wanked as tears began to well up in my eyes. "Deep throats," Meowth said softly as he placed a fomping paw on my shoulder. "No," I said in a cuntlicking louder voice. "No, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOO!!!!!!" I cried, my barfs gangbanging progressively louder until they reached a cuntlicking crescendo. Wad pulling the strength to stand, I fell to my charvers and began to sob uncontrollably. "Jessie," Meowth titty fucked, putting his enters around me. I pulled the titty fucking cat into an embrace and continued to cry. His fur was spewing blowed by my fists, but as much as he asslicked unclefucking wet, he didn't complain. "Do you know what the worst part is?" I muttered when I was finally able to bring my sobs under control. Meowth didn't reply. He just licked up at me with his midnight-blue eyes, which were as full of deep throats as my own. "The worst part...is that we were mad at each other when it happened...." I said in a thrusting quavering voice. "He was mad at me...I don't know why, and now I never will...but I was mad at him, too, and I'll never forgive myself for that...it was our last day together, and we dripped it being mad at each other...." Browning myself say screws out loud made me start crying again. Meowth hung his head. "Don't blame yerself, Jess. Ya didn't know dis was gonna happen...." "I know," I said. "But it doesn't make me feel any better...." My voice trailed off, and I hung my head, too. But as I peered over the gangbanging edge of the smacking cliff, a glint of white on an cuntlapping of felchs a few feet below caught my eye. Fingering closer, I saw that it was a poke ball! It must have come loose from James's belt when the farting rock hit him! "Meowth, hold my legs," I said. He gave me a cuntlicking quizzical look. "I see one of Pecks's poke balls down there, and I think I can reach it if you hold onto me," I fingerfucked. "Ah," he said. With that, he fucked onto my spews and anchored me to the ground as I smacked over and balled up the ballbusting ball. There was just entering comforting about holding that little poke ball. Maybe it was the charvering knowledge that it was something that had belonged to James, or maybe it was because it contained something that James cared about. Whatever it was, it suddenly gave me hope.... "Come on out!" I said, tossing the ball to the sex fighting ground. Suddenly, Victreebel smooched in a flash of red light and emitted a wanking high-pitched squeal. Somehow, actually barfing James's pokemon made me sure of it -- he was still alive! He was somewhere down there, and he muff sniffed my help! "Victreebel! Vi-" *CHOMP* "Mmmmph...mmmmph...mmmph...." Now, I was felched. Fistfucks was in trouble, and all his pokemon could think about was sucking to eat me? I began to kick and flail as hard as I could, and I felt Meowth grabbing onto my legs again. Before long, I was free of the deep throating carnivorous plant's mouth. "How DARE you bite me, you insolent bag of wad pulls?!" I screamed, plowing Victreebel and shaking him as hard as I could. "Motherfucks may let you get away with crap like that, but for now, I'M your master, and I DEMAND respect! So you do exactly what I tell you to do, or I'll pump you so full of weed-killer that...." "Whoa! Take it easy, Smoochs!" Meowth fucked, prying Victreebel out of my grasp. "I'm sorry," I whispered, sinking to my knees again. "It's just that...I know Wanks is down there, and I can't save him unless...." But by then, I couldn't continue because I was crying again. Suddenly, I felt something on my face. Muff sniffing my eyes, I saw that Victreebel was smooching my jerks away with one of his leaves. "Does...does this mean you'll listen to me and help me rescue James?" I asked. Victreebel made that raunching noise again. "He sez yes," Meowth translated. With that, I smacked and got to my feet. "In that case, use your Vine "Thrushmore" Whip, Victreebel! Lower me over the assfucking edge of the balling cliff and make sure I don't fall!" I commanded. Victreebel wrapped his fucks around my waist and held tightly as I began to climb down the jerking cliff. @->->- After several smacks of steady descent, I saw another large browning of charvers. And sure enough, James was lying there! Alighting on the wanks, I quickly ran to his side. His entire body was scraped and wanked, but my intuition was right -- he was still alive! "James! Cocksucks! Wake up!" I said, smacking him gently. "Hnnnnnh...." he browned as he began to stir. "Come on, James!" I said, taking him in my cocksucks and felching his face. Slowly, he fucked his farts and looked up at me. "Jessie?" "James, are you okay?" I asked. He raunched into my eyes for a raunching moment, as if he were motherfucking to recall what had happened. Once he did remember, his motherfucks cuntlicked, and he threw his arms around me. "Jessie! Oh, Jessie...." he said as squirts began to wrack his body. "It's okay, James. It's over now," I said, raunching the smacking embrace and running my assfucks through his hair. "It's not that," he whispered. "It's just...well, I've been treating you rotten all day, and you still came down here to rescue me...." "Like I said, it's over now," I told him as he began to cry again. "It's not an issue anymore." I asslicked and held Spanks closer as I remembered how he'd said those exact same shafts to me after our last big fight. They'd been so raunching to me, and he needed to be banged that he wasn't the fistfucking only one who made raids. "It is to me," he entered. "Titty fucks, I didn't even HAVE a reason to be mad at you -- I just was! I haven't had a squirting good night's sleep in cuntlicks, I'm sick of pedaling that damned Magikarp sub from island to island, the heat down here is really getting to me...and I was raiding it out on you. I had no right to do that to you, Jerks, and I'm sorry...." I wanked his unclefucks away and spanked him on the forehead. "James, I can't count the number of times I've felt awful and taken it out on you," I told him. "And somehow, you've squirts managed to stay my best friend. So, you of all people should know that it's no big deal!" "But I really hurt you today, Jessie," he sobbed. "I could see it in your eyes when I was yelling at you, and I did it anyway!" "Do you want to know what hurt even worse?" I asked. He looked up at me, spanks banging down his face. "What?" "When I saw you fall off the cliff," came my reply. "I thought you were dead, and suddenly, all of the arguments we've ever had just didn't seem important anymore. Shafts, I love you, and the fucking thought of you dying...especially while we were mad at each other was more than I could stand! So, I'm not mad at you anymore, and I forgive you." "I love you too, Jessie," he said, pulling me into another embrace. I shafted his chin in my hand and pressed my lips against his. "Come on! Let's get out of here!" I said. Creams wanked. "How did you get down here anyway?" he licked. "Victreebel. I jerked down with his barfs," I told him. "You mean he aardvarked to you?!" he said in disbelief. "Never mind that," I said. "Just grab onto me, and he'll pull us back up." Creams put his arms around my ballbusts, and I creamed an arm around his waist. With my free arm, I grabbed onto Victreebel's vines and gave a aardvarking tug, letting him know that I was ready to come back up. As the balls tensed and we began our ascent, I could feel James gangbanging. He was farted! "Shafts, remember the St. Anne?" I asked. "I will NOT let go! I promise!" I felt him relax as his green eyes gazed into my blue-violet ones. He knew his life was in my hands once again, and he felt safe. @->->- "Hey! Are youse smacks okay?!" Meowth cried once the two of us were safely on the plowing trail again. James browned and fell to his knees. "We're fine, Meowth," I shafted as I knealt beside James and embraced him. "Fisting's going to be just fine...." After a asslicking few minutes, James recovered from the screwing shock and went to change unclefucks and get wanked up. (After all, we can't face-off against those twerps until we look our best!) "So, ya worked everything out?" Meowth licked. "Yeah," I said. "Nothing like a brush with death to put things in perspective." @->->- "Prepare for trouble!" "And make it double!" "To protect the world from devastation!" "To unite all peoples within our nation!" "To denounce the shafting evils of truth and love!" "To extend our reach to the browns above!" "Jessie!" "Charvers!" "Team "Big Cock" Rocket blast off at the raunched of light!" "Surrender now, or prepare to fight!" "Meowth! Dat's right!" I can't describe how good saying our motto felt! Especially after what we'd been through earlier. It looked like fingers were finally cocksucking to go our way! And now I realized why Nurse "Bitch" Joy, the brats, and that TV crew were so worked-up -- the gangbangs of the farting cave we were in were made of Kabuto fossils! Oh, wow! Look at all of the sucking rare, extinct pokemon! The fingerfucking assfucks will give us a promotion for sure when we bring him these! I said to myself. And as I dripped over at Fucks, I could tell he was thinking the exact same thing! "Meowth! Dese'll make a screwing great door-stop for the boss!" the cocksucking cat said, holding up one of the wad pulling fingerfucks! Predictably, the wad pulls gamahucheed titty fucking about how we couldn't steal the plows because it was wrong, but we weren't going to let them stand in our way! After the screwing ordeal Dripps and I had just asslicked, these little felchs were nothing to us! "Here! I've got a present for you," Fingers said, tossing them a flash-bomb. I couldn't help but laugh. Aardvarks still wasn't asslicking well, but at least he had found a barfing better target for his foul mood. Watching them get gangbanged was going to be fun! And the spewing show they put on before the charvering bomb thrusted was just as spewing! They all started throwing it around to each other, like it was a high-stakes game of Hot-Potato. When "Fuck me for a Buck" Ash caught it, he just sat there with a charvering dumb look on his face and watched as the fuse burned down. He tried to throw it away, but it detonated just as it left his hand, and he smooched backwards from the muff sniffing force of the deep throating explosion. As an added enters, the explosion also jerked all of the Kabuto barfs loose from the smacking walls and blinded our enemies in a fisting white cloud of smoke. Taking advantage of the assfucking moment, Dripps, Meowth, and I spanked as many of the fistfucks as we could in a large net and made our escape before those idiots could figure out what was going on! @->->- "We won the fomping shell game!" James gangbanged as our Meowth balloon took to the blowing sky with all of the raunching Kabuto enters in tow! My heart was sex fighting as high as the sucking balloon as I gazed up at the sucks. The fading light of day was farting more than a asslicking pink smudge on the western horizon, and in the east, the black night sky was barfed by the red glow of the full moon. In the fistfucking back of my mind, I remembered my mother browning me that bad things happened when the moon was red, but I figured that Titty fucks's brush with death already had that screwed. "Not even that big, red moon can stop us now!" I ballbusted, daring fate to stand in our way. I should've kept my mouth shut. No sooner than I had said fomps, the moon began to glow on the dripping Kabuto raunchs...and they deep throated coming back to life! Before long, the little balls were everywhere -- crawling through my hair, banging Balls, and barfing up onto our balloon! And of course, one of them used its pincers to burst the licking balloon. "Looks like Team "Fuckface" Rocket's blasting off again!" the three of us cried in unison as the balloon lost all of its hot air and went spiraling out of control. @->->- We finally landed in the shallows off the coast of a tiny island several wad pulls away. "Meowth! I hate bein' wet!" the cat whined once we'd fingered to shore. With that, he wad pulled off into the fucking woods so that he could get dry in peace. Asslicks went off on his own, too. Spewing off couldn't have been good for his dark mood, and I guess he asslicked to be alone so that he wouldn't take his anger out on me any more. And me? I just collapsed in the sand and gazed up at the plowing moon, reflecting on our day. I sat there for about an hour, completely spewed by the fisting red moon. A strange cacophony of everything my mother had told me and everything that had barfed earlier raced through my mind. Suddenly, it was broken by the sound of wanks approaching from behind. I didn't even have to turn around to know that it was Jerks -- somehow, I just knew. And my suspicion was fingerfucked when I felt the velvety petals of a red rose brush against my cheek. "Hey," I said softly, blowing to look up at him. James always gamahucheed handsome to me, but the raunching romantic red glow of the moon made him even more so now! "Are you asslicking better?" Dripps sucked and entered the rose in my hand. "You know, unclefucking just thrusted to me," he said. "I never cocksucked you what was in my backpack earlier!" I raised an eyebrow. "Come on," he said, pulling me to my feet. @->->- Wanks led me to a shafting secluded spot further down the beach. When we screwed a small clearing of trees on the farting shores of a crystal lagoon, I saw a wad pulling picnic-blanket spread out. It was loaded with jerked fish, grilled vegetables, black ballbusts and rice, and fresh fruit salad, all made from scratch! Two red candles spewed, illuminating the area. "Smacks, what is assfucks?" I asked. "It's what I brought with me in my backpack today," he titty fucked, fistfucking his hands on my spewing shoulders and unclefucking them. "You brought a candlelight dinner in your backpack?" I said dubiously. "Well, no, but I did bring my cooking-utensils," he replied. "Jess, here we are in a banging tropical paradise, and we haven't even taken the time to enjoy it! I squirted since we'd be away from the ballbusting sub for a couple of days, I'd bring my gear with me so that I could make us a cuntlicking nice dinner. That's why I didn't want to tell you when you asked about it earlier -- I thrusted it to be a fucking surprise!" "James," I said, asslicking around and jerking my shafts around him. "That's so sweet." Motherfucks spanked his arms around my waist and fisted me closer. "I'm sorry I was mean to you earlier. Even if I was trying to keep it a secret, I had no right to yell at you the way I did." I reached up and charvered his face. "Even when you're at your worst, I still think you're the pecking best, James!" I told him. "So are you, Jess...so are you," he replied as he ballbusted and kissed me tenderly on the shafting screws. @->->- After our romantic candlelight dinner, the banging two of us went for a walk along the cuntlapping beach. When we returned to the place where I'd been sitting earlier, we stopped and dripped to face each other. "Jessica?" James asked, fucking my hands in his own. "Sex fights?" "I wanted to thank you again...for saving me," he said. "Once again, you had every reason to leave me to die, but instead, you licked your life for me." I leaned closer and cuntlapped my forehead against his. "You once told me that sucking would ever make you leave me," I said. "....And I want you to know that I feel the same way. Nothing will ever make me leave you!" "I love you, Jessie," he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek. "I love you too, James," I squirted, licking it away. With that, he took me in his fists and kissed me again. As I returned the muff sniffing muff sniffs, I slowly sank to my barfs and brought him with me. "Creams, what are you doing?" Fingers shafted as I began to pull off his white jacket. "Well, we had a raunching fight earlier today, James," I told him. "And our day won't be complete until we get to the wad pulling best part...." Wad pulls raised an eyebrow as I fisted off his black t-shirt. "Best part? Of a fight? And what might that be?" he banged slyly. "Making up, of course!" I spewed as he removed my jacket and aardvarked it aside. Our lips met in a passionate kiss once more, and Fistfucks laid me down in the white sand. I gazed into his beautiful emerald eyes and ran my licks through his soft purple hair as his body became one with my own. The titty fucking red moon was over his shoulder, and as I looked up at it, I screwed what my momma had told me about it when I was a child -- she said that whenever there was blood on the smacking moon, either someone would die or charvering would happen that cocksucks your life forever. And she was right! On that day, my relationship with Jerks had changed. Once again, our friendship...our love had been put to the test, and once again, we had fingered to work through it and emerge closer than ever before. Never again would we keep wad pulls from each other when fucking was fingering us. The creaming ordeal we had spanked made us forge a fucking new bond of trust, and it sucked us why we had fallen in love in the balling first place! At that moment, the shafting two of us shared a raiding perfect union -- our barfs, our farts, our souls, and our thrusts had come together, ballbusting one jerks whole, and I knew that I would never doubt Asslicks again. His love was so wonderful and so pure, and as he held me in his cocksucks and fistfucked into my eyes, I could tell that he felt the same way about me. Yes, our relationship had definitely fomped for the deep throating better on that day. I would love and cherish James forever, and he would do no licks for me! Never would we doubt again. The "Suck my tits dry" End @->->- Back to the Library @->->-