1. Amy Lost Girl


    Date: 3/17/2024, Categories: Fiction Author: Funnyway 

    ... brain seems to shake. She hit her head on the rocks while falling and is bleeding. Suddenly it got dark. Amy thought it was evening. Come on sheep, run to the fold! As for that dog. I'm going to cut off his dick. What did a sheep running away cost me?

They traveled for a while in the dark. The man laid her down on a hard floor. A bed of dry grass. He's obviously poor. But he has a good heart. Look, Amy, the man brought you to his house.

"Sir .." she started to say but at the same time she is afraid of the crackle in her voice. Did I hit my head too hard? My brain shaken?

The man growled back at her. Apparently an uncouth countryman. Hey! I'm from the countryside too. My village is right here. What about you, handsome? Are you a foreigner? I've never seen you around here.

Amy collected the questions she would ask when she got better and went to sleep.

While she was sleeping, she felt the wound on her head being cleaned. The dried blood on her head was wiped with something wet and soft.

When she woke up, she encountered the real pain. It was as if all her wounds blamed her. Amy wondered which wound she should cry about.

The man returned to her moans. Amy was very happy when she felt the man's warm breath on her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wanted to kiss him. She found the man's wet lips among his thick beard and mustache and kissed them with all the gratitude in her heart. The man did not leave her interest unanswered. He returned it ...
    ... with the same wet kisses.

The pain has lessened a little. Do you know that the pain in one's body is not very important? The real pain is in our souls. It is much more painful to be unloved, disliked, unappreciated, ostracized and ridiculed. So no one can know what touching lips means for this chubby girl.

She found peace, forget her pains and fell asleep again.

When she woke up it was still dark. She wanted to call out to the man, but her throat hurt again. The man saw her moving and came to her. He put a piece of fruit in her mouth. Amy chewed and swallowed with difficulty. Blueberries! She wondered where he would have collected this from. Then another fruit. Rosehip! Oh dear man. How can you know what Amy likes? These are my favorites.

How sweet it would be if you gave me a kiss now. Again arms reached out, lips met again. Amy, if she was dead, was glad she was dead.

The aches, pains and throbbing never subsided. Amy cried. The man came and looked at her wounds one by one. She has a wound on her knee. The man licked her knee. His warm breath soothed the pain like a balm. "Look, it hurts here too," Amy moaned, showing her leg under her torn skirt. The man licked there too. Each wet kiss comforted Amy. "Look here too." She took off her t-shirt and showed her huge breasts. The man did not object. He licked everywhere Amy pointed her pain.

Amy loved this type of treatment. You'll heal me very quickly this way, sir. I'm afraid I'll have to jump off that cliff ...
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