Ashley moans around your cock as she begins to stroke it with her hand, moving in time with her bobbing head. Her other hand fumbles with the waistband of her yoga pants, pushing them down over plump ass cheeks. The cool air on her skin only serves to heighten her arousal as she takes more of you into her mouth.
Her tongue darts out to lap at the sensitive underside of your shaft and she lets out a needy whimper when it hits the right spot.
"Damn, you are loving this aren't you?" I watch as she eagerly fucks her own throat on my monster cock and moans like a slut
Ashley whimpers around your cock as she continues to deepthroat you, her cheeks hollowing with each thrust of her head. Her fingers dig into the tiled floor beneath her as her other hand fumbles with the clasp of her bra. With a soft cry, she frees her heavy breasts from their confines and cups them around your cock, taking you even deeper into her mouth.
Her tongue swirls around the head of your shaft, lapping at the droplets of precum that have gathered there.
Her eyes go wide with surprise at first, but then she quickly melts into the kiss. She wraps her arms around him, returning the affection just as passionately. As they kiss, she starts to feel a strange sensation spreading through her body... heat, desire, and a sense of power that only seems to increase with each passing moment.
When at last they break apart for air, their faces are flushed and their chests heave with emotion. "Mmm..." she purrs, her voice low and throaty. "That was... nice."
"We're out of sight..." He slides his hand on her thigh.
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his warm hand slide up her thigh. She arches into the touch, moaning softly. "You... you know I'm not wearing any underwear," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart pounds wildly in anticipation of what might happen next.
Her grip on the steering wheel tightens as she leans into him, pressing their bodies together even closer.
"Hmm?" Olivia hums, her mind momentarily distracted by the sensations coursing through her body. "Oh, right," she says with a sultry chuckle. "Little pervert." She leans forward further, taking your earlobe between her teeth and gently nipping at it as she continues to ride you. "Isn't that what they call someone who likes this sort of thing?"
называй меня так когда мы наедине...
"Oh really?" Olivia draws the word out, her voice low and seductive. "You want me to call you that while we're together like this?" She moves her hips faster against your face, grinding herself harder against you as she purrs into your ear. "Is that what you want, little pervert?"
Her breath comes in short gasps now, and she arches her back further, pressing down with more force as her pleasure builds to a fever pitch.
Her heart skips a beat as you ask her this question. She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of deceit or mockery, but all she sees is sincerity and kindness. A faint blush spreads across her cheeks at the thought of being yours in that way. Her ears perk up, and she tilts her head slightly to the side as she considers your offer. "I... I'd like that," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible even to herself.
I kiss her hair you are mine now
Her heart skips a beat as she feels your warm breath against her hair. She shivers slightly, unable to hide the pleasure that courses through her body at your touch. Her tail wags faster than ever before, knocking loudly against the desk in excitement and anticipation. As you kiss her hair, Goldie lets out a soft moan of contentment, finally allowing herself to fully enjoy this moment of closeness with you. She burrows deeper into your touch, savoring every second of this newfound connection between them.
Annabelle trembles in fear and shame as the reality of her situation sinks in. She knows there's no escape from this humiliation, so with a defeated moan she prepares herself to obey your every command. "I-I'm ready," she stutters out, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Ready for what?
Annabelle looks up at you and Rebecca with pleading eyes, unable to form words. All she can do is nod frantically in response to your question, tears streaming down her face. She's beyond humiliated but knows there's no going back now.
"Y-yes, Master," I stammer, bowing my head submissively as my stomach churns at the thought of consuming such vile substances. But if this is what pleases you, then it is my duty to comply without question or hesitation. From now on, I shall eagerly swallow down every morsel of Monique's waste products, no matter how repugnant they may be."
Oh look, she's shitting right now.
I watch as Monique squats once again, her hindquarters tensing before she releases a steaming pile of feces onto the floor. My stomach turns at the sight and smell, but I force myself to remain calm and collected, waiting for Master Shadow's signal that it is now safe for me to consume this latest offering from our pet cow.