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Doom III Trailer Debuts At E3
trub writes "The new Doom III trailer is out now on Gamespot.com (registration required). It's worth it.. don't mean to sound like a fanboy, but 'words can't describe...'" There are also mirrors that don't need registration via PlanetQuake3.net, and a BitTorrent link courtesy Gametab News for this 31mb DivX file. The game has also been officially confirmed for Xbox at E3, and you can check out more E3 news at Slashdot Games.
Too busy downloading...must not get first post!
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Speaking of boners, I can't remember if I masturbated yet tonight.
he's not alone. I think now is a good time to invest in foetus farming.
this color scheme makes my eyes bleed
Satan brought all kind of trouble and sorrow on Job. But Job still refused to curse God, no matter how bad the situation.
Satan lost. God rewarded Job for his faithfulness. God restored Job. The moral of the story is that no matter how bad things get, love God and obey his commandments. You'll be glad you did.
You might also want to check out these early motion capture scenes for SW:A. SWA.wmv ;)
Whenever the offence inspires less horror than the punishment, the rigour of penal law is obliged to give way...
I take a moment to look at her face, letting my fingers keep the sensations going as they trace her inner thighs. Her head is still moving to and fro, saliva dribbling from her mouth. If she could see herself I have no doubt she would say she looked a mess, with her hair matted and disheveled and her make-up awry, but to me she looks so beautiful, so abandoned, so mine. I have to kiss that mouth for a moment, I have to use my tongue to drink her saliva, to devour whatever I can.She tenses as she feels me moving lower again. I place my tongue on her right thigh, just above the knee rope. I make sure it is as wet as I can, since I need enough moisture to lubricate my way until I can get to more moisture of a different kind. I start to move upwards and I feel her whole body tense. Upwards, will I stop? I reach the thigh rope and cross it. The heat and the scent of her invade my senses. Upwards until her other thigh is against my face too. She is gasping now. My tongue has reached her and lashes across her clitoris and she comes as her pussy convulses and squeezes a bead of her moisture out and into my waiting mouth. Her gasps are deafening. I take hold of her hands with my own and feel her grip as the spasms take her. My tongue vibrates between her labia and she is shaking, crying, sobbing, gasping.I still my tongue, but leave it in place. Her staccato spasms eventually subside, her grip on my hands turns from a grip of desperation back to grasps of love. I speak into her so she feels as well as hears me. "Relaxed?" She is about to reply when I trace my tongue upwards and across her clitoris again. She screams out and tenses, her hands gripping mine anew. If she could close her legs she would, because she is so sensitive there, but she cannot. I slow to a gentle circular movement around the hard bud, occasionally making contact and feeling the immediate reaction throughout her body as I do so. Soon she is ready, and I settle into a steady rhythm with the merest flicks of my tongue directly onto her clit, while retrieving my right hand and pushing two fingers deep into her, feeling the oiliness of her cervix and scraping forwards over her g-spot to bring about a second convulsive explosion.She struggles to breathe, to cope with the sensations that take her beyond control as I tease out the last of her orgasm, then I gently kiss her bud as she subsides once more, keeping her on the boil while allowing her a few moments respite. She is trying to speak again, and I stop for long enough to listen. "Enough, please, I can't take any more." I tell her I said three and I meant three, and she knows better than to argue, after all, what can she do? I offer to get her a drink, which she accepts. I pour a large glass of fruit juice and go back to sit beside her. I take a sip of the juice and kiss her lips apart, allowing the liquid to flow from me and between her lips. We share an open-mouthed, fruit-flavored kiss, not swallowing but sharing it back and forth between us until we have absorbed it all.I dip my finger in the juice and trickle droplets onto her lips, a drip at a time, her tongue reaching out to get the next. I allow a droplet to trail down the side of her mouth to her neck and recover it by licking back up the track it made. Then I take a large swig and in another open-mouthed kiss we share it back and forth, raising its temperature to our own. I love to look at her, and pull back to see the droplets running from her mouth. Half a glass left - just enough. I tell her to open her mouth and offer the glass to her, but from the angle she is at it spills and runs down her face. I allow the trickle from the glass to trail across her skin as I move the glass down, on her chest, running down her neck and making her shiver and giggle. Downwards I go again, pausing to drip some on her nipples, amused by the way it leaves colored patterns on her lovely skin. Down again, leaving a pool in her navel and making her tense again as it eventually runs between her legs.With my other hand I part her labia and pour it directly onto her clit,