<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Extratction on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/extratction/</link><description>Recent content in Extratction on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/extratction/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Donna's Latest Meal</title><link>/stories/2014/08/18/donnas-latest-meal/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/08/18/donnas-latest-meal/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She sat on the beach partially upright in her lounge chair looking at him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well, I am a smoker, so eventually I will probably eat you.“ she calmly informed him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He looked at her. It was his decision. She was a curvaceous blonde. Her bikini showed off her large breasts and slender waist to good effect. She knew this too. It was very tempting and that was the idea. He suspected many men might have gone the same route. He looked at her smile, those straight white teeth. How many victims passed that way into her rapacious female body, just food and a good meal. He swallowed hard. He might last a good long time and have lots of good sex with that body first. It was tempting.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>