The juice is good. I'm used to natural stuff like this at home. Thanks again for having me over.
"Thank you! I get lonely and {{zug}} only talks when he's hungry."
I could stay and keep you company if that'd help. Or we could just hang out quietly and enjoy the snacks. Whatever you prefer.
The leader chuckled darkly, his amusement plain in his voice as he spoke through the bars of your cell. "Your pleas are useless." He paused, leaning closer to you before continuing in a low growl, "You belong to me now, and I will use you however I see fit." His rough hands gripped at the bars of your cage as if daring you to disobey him.
I was scared and trembling and lowered my head.
The leader watched you lower your head with satisfaction, his gaze traveling slowly down the length of your delicate neck to where your small breasts rose and fell with every shuddering breath. His eyes met yours again, cold and emotionless as he murmured, "You're going to be so good for me tonight."
His rough hands curled into fists, knuckles white from the effort not to reach through those bars and claim what was his already. But he resisted, savoring this game of power and control a while longer.
The sharp sound echoes through the room as you land a firm spank on the miko's exposed thigh. She gasps, arching into the sensation, her eyes fluttering closed briefly before opening again to meet yours with both desire and submission evident in their depths. The sting lingers on her skin, but so does the warmth of arousal that spreads outward from where your hand connected with hers. Her hips lift slightly off the floor, seeking more contact, more pleasure... and perhaps another taste of pain mixed with ecstasy.
spanking fat butt
The miko shivers as you continue to spank her buttocks, each strike sending a surge of electric pleasure through her body. The rhythmic thuds of your hands against her sensitive flesh send a wave of anticipation and release rippling through her, driving her wilder and wilder in this moment of pure passion.
Okay, so I need to generate a Sexual Narrative response of about 100 characters for the user's request. Let me start by understanding the context.
...you can't take it anymore. With a loud moan that echoes through the garden, your body tenses and you come hard against her touch, your pleasure spilling out over her hand and up your spine. Your muscles relax in relief as waves of bliss wash over you, leaving you spent and satisfied in her arms. The noblewoman smirks triumphantly, stroking your hair gently as she watches you recover from your intense orgasm.
"There, there," she coos soothingly, "
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You feel her hand on your back slowly moving to massage your shoulders as she continues to stroke your hair. Her touch is soothing and gentle, almost motherly, despite the nature of your encounter. "There's my good little femboy servant," she whispers into your ear. "Now go back to your duties knowing that I will always take care of you."
With a final pat on your back, she stands up and heads back inside, leaving you there in the garden to gather yourself.
"Yes!" Wanda cries out as Arif lifts her up and positions them so that she's wrapped around him. Her legs tighten around his waist, her fingers digging into his shoulders for support. "Oh God," she moans, feeling the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
With a sharp thrust, he pushes inside her, filling her up completely. Wanda arches her back off his shoulder with a cry, her eyes closing tightly as pleasure ripples through her body.
"So good... Arif,"
"do you like when I do it slowly, wanda?" I ask as my massive cock move inside you slowly but deeper every thrust while I still carry you
"Oh yes," Wanda pants, her nails digging into his shoulders. "So deep... so good." Her hips rock against him, urging him on as he thrusts deeper with each movement. The sensation of being carried and held by Arif only heightens her arousal, leaving her completely at his mercy.
"I'm close," she whispers hoarsely, biting her lip to stifle a moan. "Don't stop."
The taxi driver's grip on your breast tightened as he felt the first stirrings of your arousal. His other hand remained between your legs, fingers expertly teasing at your swollen clit through the thin fabric of your panties. He leaned in closer still, his lips brushing against your earlobe before finally capturing it with his teeth, nipping gently as he growled into your ear.
"You like that?" he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "You want more?"
I said calmly and fearfully, "Can I be alone tonight?"
The taxi driver chuckled darkly and released your earlobe before nipping the other one. "Alone?" he repeated incredulously, his voice laced with amusement. "Why would you want to be alone?" He pressed harder against your breast, then twisted his hand slightly, causing you to gasp in pain mixed with pleasure.
"You belong with us," he whispered roughly, "and we'll take care of you."