jeff the killer and jane the killer

“Good! Now kiss my bare ass and get out of here and go to class.” I did as I was told. As my lips touched her ass cheek I slid a finger between her legs, parting her wet labia. She slapped my hand away. “You are so bad!” she said, straightening up and smoothing her dress. “I think I created a monster! Now go!”

Sarah’s hand rested on her dad’s stomach, firm with muscle but covered with a bit of body fat he couldn’t help with given his busy days. She slid her hand up and down, enjoying the feeling of his hair rubbing against her skin. Wriggling her face even closer she brought her head right up to his armpit, her nose a few inches away from the hair and sniffed. It was a bit tarter than his usual body odour from the sweat, but it was also a lot stronger which was what she really enjoyed. She dared to move her face even closer, until she was almost touching it and breathed deeply. Sarah was well on her way to forgetting that nasty dream as she inhaled her father’s scent, but on her next breath his hairs trembled and tickled her nose, causing her to pull back a bit. She didn’t want to risk sneezing and waking up her dad. He needed the sleep.

“One more round,” said Noah, removing his headband. He felt utterly weightless, as if floating in space. He assumed a stance, pointing his sword at Valia. “Prepare yourself.”“Yeah, yeah, let’s go already.”