They moved to the kitchen where the woman grabbed a knife, slowly cutting into an onion. The man was able to get a better look at her, she was older than himself, for sure, despite this she held a beauty that he'd never felt before, but he couldn't tell what it was. A few pieces of onion dropped to the floor "oh clumsy me, could you come over and cut these?" She held the knife behind her, giving him a look of lust to maybe come from behind. "Right" he grabs the knife and moves over to her right, grabbing the onion and expertly cutting it to small bits as a growl rose in her chest. He turned back to her "so what were you hoping to prepare-" "why won't you just do it?" he teen stood with the knife in his hands "wha-?" "Why won't you just take advantage of me?" "Why would I do that?" She felt herself cry out, her fangs baring themselves "SO I CAN KILL YOU, you're supposed to be scum, all men are scum, so why won't you try and do anything?! Is it to just torture me? Is it because you wanna see me cry?" Tears began welling in her eyes, rage filling her fists. Without any hesitation, the man gives her a reply "because no matter what woman I meet, I want to treat every as a queen. I would never touch you like that, unless I knew it was mutual." She cried out, nearly the entire house flexing and shrieking with her. Her unnatural speed led her to fly up the stairs, her door thudding with a boom that could be heard for miles. He felt rooted, his fear trying to beg him not to go, however his heart told him to correct this wrong, its what she needs. So soon he walked up the steps, seeing the worn door. He sat alongside it, hearing her sob and cry. "You don't deserve that kind of treatment" he gave "I'm a monster! Can't you see that damnit?!" he sighed "it still doesn't mean you should have been given that, no woman ever should." Her sobs quieted, footfalls approaching the door as he heard a slide down it. "Why do you care? I'm just some sorry wench that got taken advantage of. A monster." "It doesn't change it, monster, human, beast, you should be treated with the respect you deserve, you gave that same courtesy to me." She began to cry again "how do you do that? How can you just say that to someone whose murdered men, because she's obsessed with seeing their terrified expressions panties as I take the very joy from them the he took from me that night?" She realized that she spoke too much, his eyes now wide. "You shouldn't have had that taken, if I could, I would give you the entire world on a platter." "Why? Why leave me that courtesy?" "Because you're a beautiful woman who needs it, with eyes that asian could keep me happy until the White world collapses" her eyes grew wider as he went on. "You let me into your residence, allowed me to sit on beautiful tapestry that I would soil, allowed me the grate grace to seat before beautiful flame.. and let me be in your presence" Her breath had been taken "you allowed me to stare at your ruby schoolgirl portals that allowed me to peer deep within you, to understand your pain and anger." He sat quiet, soon a long string of tension hang between them. The door opened, his head guided into her hands, her lips dove; soon they sat matched, eyes closed as they felt their souls ignite. We both had our first orgasm for the day and then I told her my plan. “Mostly normal expenditures, nothing out of the ordinary. He was golden until he stepped asian on a squeak on the floor and he could hear scrambling in the bedroom. Lightning zapped from the aura of purple that engulfed me. My back bent in a rictus of pain. She stopped with teen the head of my boner firmly against her hole. Her slower steps imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to her wide and fleshy hips, which were rather inadequately covered again by the same White sheer blue saree, which had the privilege of hugging her full, well fucked body through different stages of her illicitly extra sexual day today. I wouldn’t say that she was flaunting herself, or teasing the guys, just acting as if she was fully clothed. We catch our breaths once more. None as wonderful. It was midnight. I went and got the batteries. Somewhere in the disarray of my thoughts I managed to slip into a slumber. However, in all of her combat training to prepare to take up the mantle as Brigitte Lindholm, shield maiden and protector of the people, she schoolgirl hadn’t thought to prep for panties the possibility of being dropped two feet onto an enormous, throbbing dick and to allow gravity to impale her on the thing. "Now first you must learn how to kiss a woman." you tell me then you begin to explain how I should use my tongue and suck on your lips. Her legs were equally tan and sleek, shaved and beautiful. “Maybe you think you’re a boy because you haven’t been shown what it means to be a girl.” He said to me as he stroked his member to full force. I think they’re beautiful…just like you. But he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. It was the end of the debate season. When, the dog was trying to jump on me and grabbing me from behind.