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Honestly? This one is also my favorite Jim Jones photo ever.

He huffed as his hips thrusted into yours. You lift your legs up and wrapped them around his waist, the position shift made you moan feeling the new sensation on your g spot. You have one hand oh the back of his head, fingers tangled in his jet black hair, the other hand on his back. you feel the sweat beading under his shirt from the thick jungle heat. He's thrusting slow and steady savoring every sensation on his member. He grunts quietly wanting to be more vocal but, he can't have you thinking your that good... He's daddy savior your just a girl.

He gets up to flip you over, puts his hands on your hips to lift your ass up. your cheek rests on the hot grass. You look over at his sunglasses he placed next to you before lining himself up to your opening again, this position stretched you wider you're eyes fluttered as you felt his girthy member plunge deep into you, he gripped your ass cheeks and pushed himself so deep inside of you you felt his bush scratch your taint. He pulled back to Start mercilessly pounding into you, your lips almost ached from the impact, his nails dugg into the skin of your ass to keep hold of you as he fucked into you like an animal. He threw his head back sweat in his eyes breathing hard through grit teeth. You know he wouldn't want you to scream. and fuck it was hard not to, you whined and sometimes let out a throat ripping growl through pursed lips. You're fists clenched tight next to your head. You noticed he slowed down to reache for you his sweaty chest pressed against you're back to grab your wrists, you're arms twists around to behind your back. "Gimme Yur- gimme Yur wrists bitch" Jim grunted. You feel strained but are ilated that you're wrists are in healer Jim's hands, that's funny considering that he's literally inside of you, but something about your limbs that end with your hands being held in his felt special.

you revel in the new sensation of Jim's hot palms and long fingers wrapped around you, gripping you firmly before your thoughts were interrupted by Jim picking back up, relentlessly slamming into you again. with your back arched you moan out, the sensation of his dick made you hot and tingly inside, your slick, caused wet lewd noises to fill the air, Jim let go of your wrists and your hands shot forward to catch your fall. You felt Jim's pace stutter, he moaned out "oh fuu oh fuck" you knew what was coming. you moaned with him and reached back to spread your ass so he can see more of his dick disappearing into you, this sent him over the edge. His eyes squeezed shut as his fluid shot hot ropes inside of you, it made you jump. "Oh shit" you almost laughed out "oh god" you felt it drip to your clit when he slowly pulled out, wiping the sweat from his hairline with his fury arm. He put his hands on his knees and caught his breath chest heaving. You sat with your legs out leaning on your hip like a mermaid to avoid putting your Bear vulva on the ground.

You just watched jim put his manhood back into his pants. He grunted as he stood and zipped up his pants, brushing bits of leaves and dirt from his knees. He looked around on the ground and found his sunglasses putting them on quickly to avoid eye contact with you. Finally after a few moments of feeling like he's ignoring you he stepped close. You looked up into the pupils behind the sunglasses, he tilted his head then smiled. He took your chin in between his thumb and index and kissed your forehead "thank you my darling" "your sacrifice will do" he turned his back and walked towards the trail then turned to you again "now get dressed and come on back to the dinning area" "lunch is in a half hour". He turned away and left into the jungle you hear the plants Russel after he disappeared out of site.

The ever reliable coat hanger:

Jones: That’s faith in something higher than the normal, as we know the normal. That’s faith in a paranormal, socialist dimension. That’s faith in the highest thing that you ever seen, ‘cause these preachers get scared to death when anybody starts to die or get sick. They go all to pieces, they see a little blood, bunch of cowards. They don’t beli– they say (sings) “Round the wall to Jericho, faithfully trod.” Talk about God and make the rain, and God stop the sun, and yet somebody die– start dyin’, (Voice drops) they get nervous as hell.

Scattered voices in congregation: That’s right.

Jones: (Voice rises) But I– I don’t– I don’t. I got power. But I’d do anything. I’d handle rattlesnakes up here. I’d handle rattlesnakes, if it’d get more people in here, and I’d get them through the rattlesnakes away from their wo– fears and superstitions, on to God and if I had to, take the rattler out–

Congregation: (Quiet response)