<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Mattie_Woods.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Mattie Woods</strong><br/><br/>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LkbwDqrWPPo76gruB3Km7FpOnz3AT0jqQ-HoAZXMJfQ/edit?usp=sharing (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LkbwDqrWPPo76gruB3Km7FpOnz3AT0jqQ-HoAZXMJfQ/edit?usp=sharing)<br/><em>Bennies 4<br/>Parry 6<br/>Toughness 5<br/>Wounds 0</em><br/><br/>Mattie cried out against his shaft as John gripped her hair, shoving it deeper into her throat, choking her again.  The cold sticky spunk filling her channel sent her body shaking with pleasure, and she moaned as John's hips began to almost caress her mouth and throat with the meaty flesh.  Sucking hard on his length, her tongue began swirling around his head each time he withdrew, confused as to why she was suddenly craving more of the salty taste.  Her eyes opened again, seeking out John's face, and feeling empowered by the pleasure she saw there.  The sounds throughout the bathhouse began to register to her brain and her soaked, throbbing slit began to crave more.  Her mind screamed at her to fight...to attempt to flee, but her body continuously began to betray her as she eagerly began to suck on his rod, cleaning every drop of seed that pearled in anticipation on his thick head.