master. It is also true that there are no more free isolation cells because both of them.
"It was a helluva plan" answers pissed. Connor crawling down the wall to fall. Have blood everywhere. Of these, to a lesser extent. In others, mostly. The tattered fabric shirts that expose much skin, Tattoos and his holy war wounds. comic Murphy, Connor lately merely stupid propose plans (more than usual) and do not end up dead by a miracle. And when he complains and always gets angry on the defensive. Especially since one of the prisoners had whispered something in his ear while showering. I had not seen such madness and fury of his brother as he kicked the guy's head in life. When asked, answer edge and proposes a plan shit. Like today. For his guilt has been printed against a window.
winces in pain while trying to lean back against the wall. Connor realizes and gets up. CHTMLX words can not look at his brother in the face without blushing because you think you will be able to hear your thoughts. As she imagined him ... touch ... groan. Everything
assaults while there, sitting on his brother's ass glasses sacándole bare back. It focuses on why, in the crystals. There is one who has done much in the flesh. Tells you that you will hurt your mouth and on the back. Scratch his teeth and mouth filling with blood as he struggles. Spit and try again, this time the teeth if they close on the glass and then pull hard. Murph screams in pain. He turns around and rhea punched his brother que falls. Engage in a fight with no intention of hitting shots much. Just to vent all that adrenaline.
tangled legs, arms that are attached with fury. Murph get hit with the wall in the back and groaning while trying to break away from her hips colliding, being so, his legs tangled in each other. Connor dizzy to notice and get hard in seconds. Close your eyes and can not repress the muffled cry coming from your throat. Curses at once because when you open your eyes, Murph will look weird, seriously. Without letting go. Comes closer without saying a word and rubs her crotch against him. Connor tries, but no longer h Murphacer that hip movement against his cock, thinking that he will run if you do it again and moaning, louder. Biting her lip to keep from crying.
"So that's it," he whispers close to her ear. When did this close? Try to let go but can not have a secure grip Murph, with his legs crossed under her ass. Drop a small chuckle and Connor be upset if I was not well enough splicing. His brother what he has to look to joke, it is thus hopeless. Hopefully you will think it being so long without vent locked and ready. All fixed. No imaginationAug kiss and then stops. Connor complains, frustrated and hot as ever. Murph smiles on one side, scoundrel. That's when the world is upside down and everything weird.
With that kiss he reaches.The onrushing dark hard on the mouth of his brother. The tongue invades crawls and melts everything in its path. Connor groans and grabs his neck, opening their mouths more, deepening kiss them drowning.
not be rubbed loose, rotate and collide with the walls of the small cell. The wounds of the fight do not matter because they do not hurt. Now hurt other parts of the body, which are played not to lose heart. It hurts to rub the skin, caressing with furiNTER you. - I can hardly breathe the air has returned fire and burns the lungs. That can not be true. What is your fucking melted brain. Do not think. Absolutely not. Nothing. And can not think, when you feel you
turn it over. Kneeling, with his legs apart, his back to Murph. He grabs her hips as Murph shoves two fingers in the mouth that sucks and licks. Then, as she fondles her nipples and eat her shoulder, Murphy introduces two fingers at once. His body tenses and throws back his head, resting on the shoulder of his brother. He kneels fingers on the hips but not the least seems to care. Feel their
fingers turn and opened within Ely hurts but is bearable because it is the other. That feeling, and it stings a little but it feels somewhat invaded it. That. That damn feeling that you start moaning from the back of the throat.
the other hand feels his brother's tangled in his hair, his face close to hers, panting, sweating. He takes his fingers and protest but then he feels otherwise. Put your brother in his buttocks. Feels like Murph's cock round ass. Murph eats his mouth from atrásy tambiéna he grabs his head because if you do not support one another will fail. Hold their breath whilewhen Murph hit enter it. Again to breathe at a time when it begins to move within it. Pants at a time. The sides attached, holding the head of another. Hair pulling in each attack.
meat sounds colliding with each thrust meat mixed with gasps drowned, with broken sighs and broken sentences asking Masy blaspheme. Whispered in a nasty names, languages which are groping.
Murph's back arches when he tells in the ear
"I run, I'm going to run into your ass" and his chestuse whatever sticks Connor's back, which feels like it has no air in the lungs to see his brother
oder. What the hell has.Note the naked body of his brother almost upon him, breathing hard. Murphy pulls off her hands from her face, and God is very close. He looks serious, more serious than ever.
"Together in life and death together. Together, in everything. Murph
licks his lips before kissing is something I have realized now. While the smacking a few millimeters from your mouth. Throat gets dry and thinks he has lost his head when he says
Juntos
and says, "in nomine Patris
," "et Filii," ...
