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Damn, Bestiality com the largest bestiality website but she did miss him. Part of him, at least. He had some shitty habits, like spending the rent money on beer and CDs, and being an absolute slob, but was he ever hung! And had he ever known how to use it! She had to give him credit for that much. He put her previous boyfriends to shame. No way she was going to say any of that to her mother. Mom probably thought that her 'baby' was still a virgin.
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"Oh, Bestiality erotica stories jeez," Lisa groaned. The room was a pink and white girly haven that a Barbie doll would have loved. The bookshelf held more glass and ceramic horsies than books, the wallpaper was decorated with posters of the Flirty Boys, and the bed was a nightmare of white canopy, ruffles, pillows, and flounces. Except … there was one thing of hers that remained. Perched amid the pillows, gazing back at her with sleepy, half-lidded eyes.
"She Girl dog sex cleaned it up for you," Mom said. "And she even found your old rabbit. You haven't forgotten Mister Fluffykins, have you?" "How could I?" Lisa muttered. "I tried to throw him out." "Oh, Lisa!" Mom laughed. "You loved that rabbit. When you were a little girl, it was like you wouldn't go anywhere without him." "Yeah." "I put him through the wash. He was up in the attic, a dusty mess, but here he is as good as new. I even found time to sew his ear back on. It was hanging by a thread, almost literally."
"Mister Fluffykins," Lisa said. The rabbit just sat there, gazing at her with its strange, sleepy eyes. It was the expression of the thing that had finally started to bug her. Those eyes. Half-closed like that, and shifted to the left. Like the eyes of the dirty old men who sat at the park and watched the college girls go by in shorts on warm days. The way the rabbit's tongue poked out, too. A soft pink flap, to the side of his big white vinyl buck teeth.
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A Pics of dogs fucking women shiver twisted up Lisa's spine. She had to look away from those sleepy, but somehow both lewd and accusing, plastic eyes. "You unpack and get settled," Mom said. "I've got to go pick up the girls at school. If your father gets home before I do, ask him to get the good dishes down from the high shelf." "Sure, Mom." Mom left, and Lisa stood in the middle of the room that had once been hers but no longer felt familiar at all. The pink and white, the frou-frou and girly stuff … and here she was, in black and shredded denim, her red hair screaming off her skull. She caught her reflection in Sarah's mirror and winced. She looked like a dead roach on a birthday cake.
And Horse sex pic there, behind her in the mirror, Mister Fluffykins. The angle of his head and the shift of his eyes made it look like he was checking out her ass. That rabbit. That damn, creepy rabbit. She had been crazy about Mister Fluffykins when she was little. She didn't need to page through the family photo album to know that.
Now, here he was again. His colors faded, maybe, and if she looked close she could see the stitches where Mom had sewn him up. Mister Fluffykins. Mister Goddamn Fluffykins. "What are you looking at?" she asked. "Don't give me that look. What was I going to do, take my widdle bunny wabbit to college with me? Give me a break!"
Still, Women fucking horses movies the accusing look. And like an echo from the past, she seemed to hear herself. I love you, Mister Fluffykins. I'll never leave you, never, I promise. "Give me a break," she said again. "I was ten." His plastic eyes gazed fixedly at her, but not her face. He was staring at her tits. Since her pants were so baggy and her tee shirt so tight, the viewing was probably better than when he'd been checking out her ass.
"Get Beast taboo forum a grip, for God's sake," Lisa told herself. She went to the bed and dropped her beat-up backpack and thrift store suitcase into the middle of the pristine white ruffled spread. The mattress dipped under the weight, and Mister Fluffykins toppled over onto his face. His faded-ivory puff of a tail stuck up in the air.
Sarah had shoved her wardrobe to one side of the closet and cleaned out one drawer, so Lisa had space to stow the few clothes she'd brought. Her shoulder bumped the mattress as she was down on hands and knees shoving her suitcase as far under the bed as she could. When the mattress shook, something soft and floppy tumbled over the edge and landed on Lisa's back. A long blue and yellow ear slapped limply over her shoulder.
Lisa Donkey penis jerked and recoiled. Mister Fluffykins rolled to the floor and lay there, legs and ears splayed to compass points, paws holding that carrot. The tip of it was angled up toward his buck teeth, the leafy end braced against his low belly. "Looks like a big orange dick." Lisa surprised herself by saying the words aloud.
No wonder she'd started thinking there was something creepy about the stuffed animal. Some part of her mind had recognized the lecher's leer, the protruding tongue and the suggestive carrot, long before any conscious part of her realized it. The bunny's expression, now that she really took a good hard look, was almost identical to the one Vic wore when he was about to come.