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Her hair was done up to approximately resemble how she looked before it was tied away to make room for electrodes and surgically implanted cable ports, but the effort didn't do much to make her seem more normal. An impossible task, when she was erect at a 90 degree angle and beaming a thousand-yard stare. Eventually the photographer even gave up wiping the drool.

Me convincing young studs to use my mouth as a sex toy and fuck my throat until they whimper and cover my tongue with their load~son are you peeing? let me in~!come on son~ let me in~ its just mommy~ let me in son~POV I am your daughter and I came home drunk,Lara has improved so much from a strong bitchy tomb raider to dumb slutty eyecandy ever since that curse/hypnosis <3

Once she’d finally found a good spot, she remembered what she was trying to do. Slowly and steadily, she brought her hand up and over his chest, the light sheet rippling above her the only thing keeping them from the warm autumn night. Again, she brought it down past the end of the hair on his belly and only stopped once she felt that rough patch of hair just above his groin. With only the moon filtering through the sheet above she could barely make it out as she peered over her dad’s waist. Short and curly, much curlier than his armpit hair, pitch-black, though most of his hair was with only a bit of grey poking through.