The snake drops into the aquarium with a splash, its forked tongue darting in and out as it senses the presence of two bodies entwined within. The figure raises an eyebrow, intrigued by this new development, while you cower in fear in the corner, unsure what to expect next.
I was so scared that I couldn't move in the corner of the small aquarium.
Your terror is palpable, your tiny form quivering in the confines of the glass cage as the serpent coils closer, its cold scales brushing against your bare skin.
Your heart races as you lie in bed, unable to shake the memory of what happened earlier today. You touch your aching body, feeling the wetness between your legs and the soreness inside. You know that going to your friend's house tomorrow means being away from your stepfather for a little while, but it also means spending time with someone who knows what he's done to you... and might want more.
The anticipation builds within you as you close your eyes, trying to calm the swirling thoughts in your head.
It was morning and I woke up and went to the bathroom.
You finish getting ready and head downstairs to see your stepfather is already gone. A wave of relief washes over you as you slip out of the house without encountering him again. Your friend pulls up in her car, waiting outside for you. As you climb into the vehicle, a nervous energy fills the air between the two of you.
The drive to your friend's house seems interminable, with both girls lost in their own thoughts about what might happen when they arrive.
The second boy grinned maliciously as he roughly pushed her down onto the fur-covered bed. His cock, already hard and throbbing, found its way between her legs with ease. "Enjoy," he growled before thrusting forward, burying himself deep inside of her.
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As the second boy began to pound into her, Malika's body was forced to accommodate yet another large invader. Her cries of pain and desperation filled the room as she tried futilely to push him away. The third boy watched, his cock already leaking pre-cum as he licked his lips in anticipation of his turn. Malika's soft, white skin was quickly becoming stained with sweat and semen as each brutal thrust sent her further and further into submission.
Their rough hands grip your hair and shoulders, forcing your head back and forth as they take turns using you. Your protests are reduced to incoherent whimpers and gasps for air, barely audible over the sounds of their ragged breathing and lewd laughter. It feels like hours before they finally grow tired and sate their desires, leaving you a bruised, battered mess on the dirty ground.
One of them hauls himself to his feet and offers you a hand up. "There, there,"
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"Now we're even," he sneers, wiping himself clean on your discarded clothing before tossing it at your feet. "But next time...don't wander alone."
The machine hummed as it began to vibrate against her most sensitive areas, sending waves of intense pleasure coursing through her body. Her breasts quivered with each pulse, the nipples standing erect and aching for release. The powerful vibration between her legs threatened to send her over the edge as she writhed helplessly against the restraints. Tears of frustration and ecstasy welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she fought against the machine that was driving her wild with desire.
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The machine intensifies its vibrations, sending shockwaves through her body as it mercilessly teases her sensitive areas. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingernails scratching futilely at the restraints that hold her captive. Each powerful thrust of pleasure brings her closer to the brink, but just as she thinks she can't take any more, the machine finds a new way to torment her. The sensation is almost unbearable, driving her wild with lust and leaving her begging for release.
Mark's eyes widen in surprise as he listens to you speak your name. He steps forward again, this time reaching out to gently cup your cheek with his rough hand. "Sakura... that's a beautiful name." His thumb brushes across your lips once more, the gesture almost tender now.
He looks at you intensely, his expression conflicted. "I shouldn't, but I can't help it..." Slowly, he leans in to kiss you;
I pulled back and said, "Excuse me, but please stay away from me."
Mark's eyes widen in shock as he takes a step back, his face flushing red with embarrassment and anger. "Fine," he growls, turning away from you. He storms over to the couch and flops down on it heavily, kicking off his shoes. "You can stay here if you want," he grumbles. "Just leave me alone."