Protocol 51

Protocol 51

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 22, 2016
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I went sprinting down the corridor, hearing footsteps echoing a few hallways down. Finally when I turn the corner and think I'm putting some distance on the murderous cannibals and starting to plan how to escape the sewers, a small sound resounds in the darkness. The sound of skin dragging on stone makes me break out in a cold sweat and immediately crouch down while drawing the small switchblade out of my back pocket. Hilarious, like my glorified butter-spreader is going to harm what I know is sitting nearby watching me. I only had one shot at escaping from this...mostly unscathed. Pulling out the small glowing red stone, I threw it down while covering my face and diving back around the corner as the whole world exploded around me.
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"Like I said... you want me." I stepped towards the door and looked back. I'll be leaving now, you know staying the hell away from you like you "wanted" ". I turned around and looked at him. He stalked towards me angrily. I placed my hand on his hard muscular chest. "Try to forget me now." I smirked deciding to mess him up further. "I'm soaking wet, and you made that happen." I trailed my hand down his chest and reached into my short and touch my soaking p***y and pulled it out. I waved my finger in front of his face showing his the evidence. He grabbed my hand, stopping my movement. He looked me dead in eyes and stuck my finger in his mouth; he closed his eyes sucking my finger clean. He slowly took my finger out, his jaw clinching. And what he said, hit me right to my aching core. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day and never get enough. Let me..fuck! So fucking delicious! I need more!" He dropped to his knees in front of me. Well shit just got real.

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