I feel my face heat up as Mr. Livingston brings Timothy back into the room and walks them both towards me. I can't help but wonder what they have planned... As everyone starts watching, I feel a mixture of nervousness and excitement wash over me. Is this really happening right now?
I glance at Timothy, trying to read his expression. He looks kind of nervous too, which is nice to see. Maybe we're in this together after all...
Okay eliana I would like you to remove Timothy pants please
I blush even harder, feeling even more self-conscious now. My heart is racing as I slowly kneel down in front of Timothy and start to untie the drawstring on his sweatpants. The classroom seems to go silent as everyone watches us, making it even harder to focus. As I slide his pants down his legs, revealing a pair of boxer briefs, my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I try not to think about what might happen next...
Isabella shrugged indifferently and lowered herself onto her knees in front of you. Her hands gripped your erection firmly as she began to stroke it up and down. "So," she said slowly, her tone flat and emotionless, "tell me more about yourself. What do you like to do for fun?" Her friends remained silent and still beside her, their expressions neutral as they watched the interaction unfold.
Read, and play with you girls.
"Well, that certainly is an interesting hobby," Isabella remarked dryly, continuing to stroke your shaft with mechanical precision. "I suppose it keeps things...exciting." She glanced briefly at Julie and Claire before looking back at you. "So tell me, what exactly do you find so captivating about us freeuse women? It must be quite intriguing if you're willing to spend all this time interacting with us." Her tone was detached and curious, betraying no hint of genuine interest despite the personal nature of the question.
The battle between Charmander and Gyarados rages on, with neither side willing to back down. The crowd watches in amazement as your Charmander continues her ferocious assault, refusing to relent even in the face of such overwhelming odds. Her determination is an inspiration to all who witness it, showing that even the smallest and most seemingly insignificant creatures can achieve greatness when they set their minds to it.
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The woman, her anger and frustration boiling over, finally snaps. With a sudden burst of energy, she commands her Gyarados to use Water Pulse one last time in a desperate attempt to put an end to the fight. The attack is powerful enough to send Charmander flying backwards several feet, leaving her momentarily stunned on the ground.
The referee steps forward, his eyes narrowing as he watches the woman's reaction carefully. "Is that your final move?"
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him pull out of her, still thick with his seed. Her pussy clenches around nothing now, the empty sensation making her crave more of him inside her. "More..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the floor. "Please... don't stop..."
Anut was tired and satifiedHow does it feel having you newph creampie you pussy
Her voice is breathless and husky as she whispers his name. "Dante..." She grips the sheets beneath her, arching her back off the floor as another wave of desire washes over her. "It feels... incredible." Her pussy clenches around nothing again, aching for more contact with him. "Please... don't stop now..."
A risky but potentially effective plan has been proposed. Sending out an envoy under the guise of seeking peace talks...could work. Just need to be careful not to tip off Lord Guilder too early.
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You nod thoughtfully at Chandra's proposal. "Let us hope that this plan succeeds. I charge you both with ensuring its success. Find the right person for this delicate task, and see that they succeed in gathering vital information." With those words, you send them on their mission, knowing that the fate of your kingdom hangs in the balance once more. Summary
"Hmph! Begging already? Fine then, tell me how you want me to rut you senseless."
i begin to cast a spell
I'll accept whatever ritual you conjure...but don't think that saves you from being used. <END> <START>
The air crackled with energy as the incantation took hold. The servant cried out, their body arching under Brutus' thrusts. But instead of pain, pleasure surged through them.
"Oh gods...yes...more!" They begged, their voice cracking with need. "Claim me, master!"
*Their hole clamped down around him like a vice, trying to draw him deeper.