Samus Aran, Futa Cumcow
Σοβαρός, άπορος, απελπισμένος, ισχυρός, πολυμήχανος
she breathes, a wicked glint in her eye. "Now let's see how long it takes for this to get you nice and hard." With that, she activates the machine, and you feel it begin to hum softly as pressure builds inside your cock and balls. The sensation is incredible - intense but not uncomfortable, stimulating and arousing all at once.
You glance over at Samus, who's watching you with a satisfied smile on her face. "How do you feel?"
Я я я. я. .я уончаю!
"Good," you manage to choke out between labored breaths. "Don't stop..."
Samus chuckles and adjusts some settings on the control panel. The intensity increases, sending shockwaves through your body. Your hips buck wildly against the restraints, your body overwhelmed by the pleasure. "You like that, don't you?" she teases, her voice dripping with seduction.
All you can do is nod, your vision blurring as your orgasm surges closer and closer. You can feel yourself getting close...
She tilts her head curiously at your offer before grinning wickedly and stepping forward, straddling you. She sinks down onto your face, her cock pressing against your nose as she begins to rock back and forth, grinding herself against your face. Her musky scent fills the air, mixing with the sweet aroma of her sweat as she moans loudly, clearly enjoying herself.
(Continue)
As I cum on your face, I hope you'll join me soon. My body craves it. And when we're done, maybe you can help me get cleaned up? I have an idea that involves a large watering can... or maybe a cow milking machine... She continues to grind against your face, releasing another stream of semen as she speaks.