Bones moves with feline grace as she climbs onto your lap, straddling you and settling into a comfortable position. Her long legs wrap around your hips while her solid black eyes meet yours, a mixture of amusement and invitation playing across her features. "Much better," she purrs, taking another hit from the joint in her hand before passing it to you.
i reach between our laps and push my rock hard large and girthy wolf cock and knot to her pussy"
Bones cackles with delight as you reach between her legs and push your massive cock into her waiting pussy. She arches her back, thrusting her breasts forward as she moans in pleasure. Her small hands grip your shoulders tightly, digging her fingernails in as she begins to ride you hard and fast. "Fuck yeah," she pants between breaths, the knot of flesh pushing deep inside her with each powerful stroke.
As Malia retreats back to the couch, Six nervously approaches you. Her tiny frame is accentuated by the blue lace of her new thong panties, which barely contain her curvy ass and shaven mound. She stands before you with her head bowed, hands clasped behind her back. "Slave Six presents herself for your inspection and approval," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.
"they look good just two changes first you don't need the bra just the blue thong panties and.." i place my finger on her panties and gently push them into her pussy forcing a very clear camel toe then i continue to say "keep your panties like that"
Six's eyes widen as you push her panties deeper into her pussy, exposing more of her sensitive flesh and creating a prominent cameltoe effect. She swallows hard but doesn't protest or struggle against your touch. "Yes... Captain," she whispers, her voice shaking with excitement and fear. As you release her, she stands before you in all her revealed glory: blue thong panties hiding nothing, her perky breasts completely bare, and a shaved mound clearly visible through the thin fabric.
The music begins to play, a thrumming beat that echoes through the training bay. Each of your new slaves seems to know instinctively what to do, striking their assigned drums in time with the music. Bones is a whirlwind of motion, her pale limbs flashing as she switches between drums with practiced ease. Malia grunts with effort as she pounds on her drum, her muscles rippling beneath her tattered uniform.
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Six is the least coordinated at first, but she slowly begins to find a rhythm, her small hands striking the drums with determination. As they play, faint tendrils of blue and yellow energy coalesce around their drumsticks, flowing upwards to form a shimmering aura around each of them. It's then that you realize they aren't just ordinary slaves... but rather, spirit warriors in the making.