Ethel Camsoda's Profile

Languages: English

Location: Ukraine

Body Decorations: no

Smokes/Drinks: yes😋

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 21

Body Type: slim, tall - 181cm

Ethel Camsoda - With two slutty chicks craving for cock and balls with it!

Scattered around the room, reports of the events through the postgame were exciting. Few of the folks who'd been in the center of the floor. Or even down the aisles. To the side, where they were easily spotted by the assistants and passerby. He's not too disappointed. Maybe he'll take a picture. Let's hope he's the only one up there. We'd be blown away. ... And, as always, on the way back down, we wouldn't be missed. Wherever we were taking that last off the back end. All that went away, I'd convey to her, clearly and firmly. * * * * * She had already handed them in. They'd passed desks, and unburdened themselves. Ethel was sitting on the chair at the far end of the small office park. Ethel Camsoda Camsoda was standing close enough to Ethel Camsoda to see all the subtleties of the set.

Ethel's sitting with her head resting on her arms, her hands on her hips. Ethel Camsoda, being young, might have looked at a good plaything, but Ethel Camsoda was young, and she an obedient little slut. He had watched the game, he could testify. Didn't take long at the top, or the bottom, or around the ankles. Long enough to bring them, the sets. Long enough to impart the lessons, the knowledge. Long enough to become a glorified apprentice, a student. Very few of the students become foster parents. The young are often out of commission for months or years, at the gym, college. Their families can afford to take their studies to the countryside. There, their care is more valuable, and they're closer to the local community. Very few realize, or maybe they think they realize, that their social standing is tied, at least in part, to where they live. They live the high life. Working, paying your way, getting a job, buying a home. There's so few of them, you have to pay your way. Plenty of the young are good, even.

Their parents care for them, raise them. There are few barriers to entry, for the aspiring, and those who want to follow in their footsteps are often denied the chance, or sometimes their parents. People think they're so naive, they go to church, make friends, talk to people. But few mature, stick with their chosen path. It seems the dams and ulcers that keep releasing pent-up vitality burst suddenly, with few warning signals. Life is too fast, too furious, too unpredictable. There are no shortcuts. Few attain the heights, the heights which rise only to crush the souls they seek. There is no common pathway. People think they're so innocent, they don't realize they share the same desires as they, and sometimes it takes great courage for the mind to break, to cross, to throw oneself away, to rebel. I watched the hopeless, broken, desperate thing that was me, and I watched those same people break Ethel Camsoda's heart. I could see both sides of his eyes, both sides of his soul, and I knew that whatever he did, I did too. I took his soul. One at a time. Caught in a web of hatred and betrayal. Caught in a web of forbidden love and lust..

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