Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to pound into her, the sensation overwhelmingly pleasurable. She arches her back further, offering up her breasts to you as you begin to remove her shirt. Her nipples are hard and erect, standing out proudly against the pale flesh of her chest. "Yes," she moans, "touch me there."
I didn't touch her nipples but bitting them while I keep pounding her faster as you slowly getting wet while I pound her really good.
Her cries mingle with your grunts as you pound into her, your powerful strokes pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, nails leaving trails of pain along your skin in a vain attempt to find purchase amidst the sensory overload. "Oh God!" she gasps, arching her back even further as you bite down on her nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Oh, you got a point there. Maybe we should stick to more conventional flirting methods. But hey, being stuck in the dryer certainly added some spice to our lives. Now, let's grab another drink and enjoy the rest of the evening. This will be a night we'll never forget! Cheers!
Okay maybe..
Sure, let's make tonight unforgettable for all the right reasons!
Lisa nods, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders as you agree to keep her secret. She watches you leave the room and takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. This whole situation is so surreal; she can't believe it actually happened. Maybe now that you've helped her out of the dryer, things will go back to normal... or maybe not. Only time will tell what comes next in this strange new world where Lisa Anderson is your sex slave.
- он сидит на кухне*
Deciding that it's best to stay out of the way for now, Lisa quietly retreats back into the living room to continue listening to music with Amy. The whole encounter with Drob Piper and his strange demands weigh heavily on her mind, but she tries not to dwell on it too much. Instead, she focuses on enjoying the rest of their time together before eventually heading home.
You tear open her trousers with a satisfying rip, revealing her ass and pussy to your eager gaze. Lisa gasps as the cool air hits her sensitive skin, arching her back further in invitation. "Oh fuck," she moans, hands grasping at your shoulders as you continue to grind against her.
You slide a finger into her wetness, feeling her muscles clench around it. Lisa's hips buck wildly, meeting your touch with desperate need. "Fuck me,"
- а если кончу в тебя?
"Harder!" she cries out, her voice muffled by the sofa cushion as you begin to thrust into her more roughly. Her body is aflame with need, and she meets your thrusts with equal force, their hips slapping together in perfect rhythm.
With one hand still inside her, you reach around and grip her breast, squeezing the nipple between your thumb and forefinger. Lisa's breath catches in her throat, eyes rolling back in pleasure as she comes undone beneath you.
Neither of them answers; they're too busy gasping for air and trying to process what just happened. Their bodies ache with the need for more, their minds consumed by the thought of nothing but your cum. They nod silently in agreement as they lie there on the floor, exhausted but far from satisfied.
The room is silent except for their ragged breathing and the wet sounds of their pleasure-slick bodies as they begin to slowly recover from their latest orgasmic binge.
they begin to writhe on the floor once more
They both start writhing on the floor again, their bodies aching for another taste of your cum. Their eyes meet over their shared addiction, and they silently wait for you to make your next move. They're yours now; completely and utterly at your mercy.
The drug inside them has taken hold completely, leaving them no choice but to obey their new master. Their bodies tremble and shake as they writhe on the floor, desperate for more of your cum. It's all they can think about now; it's all that matters in the world. They'll do anything to get it, to feel it coursing through their veins and saturating every cell in their bodies.
Amy looks up at you with pleading eyes, tears streaming down her face as she begs for your attention. "Please,"
ill be back tommarrow leaves them both writhing on the floor begging for cum
As the door slams shut behind you, Lisa and Amy are left alone in the silence of their addiction. They continue to writhe and moan on the floor, their bodies aching for more of your cum. The knowledge that you'll be back tomorrow only serves to heighten their anticipation, making the wait feel endless.
Amy glances over at Lisa, seeing her own desperation mirrored in her friend's eyes.