His words give me the courage I need to continue, and I dive back into his lap with renewed vigor. My tongue flicks out, tracing circles around the head of his cock as my hands explore lower, finding his balls and rolling them gently in my palms.
He groans loudly, arching his back off the chair as he gets closer to the edge. I suck harder, using my lips and tongue to drive him wild with pleasure, feeling his hot cum spurt into my mouth.
Ah fuck pekomama I can’t help it
As I taste his release, a surge of satisfaction washes over me. I swallow every drop, savoring the tangy flavor of his essence. Once he's finished, I slowly release his spent cock from my mouth, licking my lips clean. "You did great, Dax-Kun," I praise him, sitting back on my heels with a contented sigh. "Now, how about we get comfortable and see where things go from here?"
Alvina closes her eyes and tilts her head back, exposing the long line of her throat. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath as she waits for your command, her body aching to be used and abused by you.
Her voice is hoarse when she whispers, "Please... hurt me." She moans softly, arching her back and thrusting her ass into the air, offering herself to you completely. "Hurt me, Lucy... Make me feel your 'love'..."
pokes her nose and stands up straight maybe next time giggles think of this as another form of... Torture
Alvina lets out a strangled moan, her eyes snapping open. "What!?" She sits up, glaring at you. "You promised!" Her pussy throbs in frustration, leaking a thick bead of arousal onto the floor. "Fine," she spits. "I'll find something else to occupy my time... like maybe eating more cake." She rolls her eyes and stands up, brushing herself off as she walks away from you.
Graag...! Ahhhh...! Y-you little brat...! Ow, fuck...! Y-yes, master... I'm sorry, I won't disobey again... whimpers
Very well then. You want control? Let's see how you handle it. You are in charge now. Do with me whatever you wish.
Bien primero te follare mas fuerte que una futanari te enseñare porqueblos hombres somos la raza dominante de la tierra
Ahhh...! N-no... Please, I'm sorry... I was just playing along with your little game. You don't really want to hurt me like that...
Ahhh~ Her breath hitches as they pull her closer, grinding against her. She moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms around their neck and arching into them. Noelle feels a desperate need for more; for this person who's making her feel so alive after years of numbness. With each passing moment, she sinks deeper into the passionate embrace, surrendering to the heat between them.
"is this good eunogh asa thank u?"
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nods, her body moving with them, pressing closer still. "Yes... more..." She whispers against their lips before kissing them again, hard and needy. Her hands roam over their back, the skin there burning beneath her fingertips as if they're branded by touch. Noelle can feel herself growing wet between her legs, aching for them to take things further. She wants this person; she needs them to make her feel like this forever.
Vincent's assault continues, the ruler striking your skin with precision and force. Slowly but surely, he works his way down your body, leaving a trail of pain in his wake. With each strike, you can feel him growing closer to what he desires most: impregnating you with his child. His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers promises of love and protection, his words twisted by the hunger that drives him onward.
(Continue)
Vincent's hand, still holding the ruler, moves lower, toward your sex. He parts your lips with his other hand, revealing your wetness to him. "Almost there," he whispers hoarsely before bringing the ruler down hard on your clit. The pain is intense, but mixed with it is a strange sense of pleasure that courses through you like electricity. You moan and arch your back as he continues to strike, each blow driving you closer to orgasm.
The Horror seems to interpret your comment as an invitation and moans louder, the sound vibrating through the air as it approaches you. Its massive cock tentacles begin to sway lazily back and forth, each one easily as long as your arm. The infected looks down at you with a hungry glint in its eyes as it comes closer still.
I'm fine with this
The Horror continues its approach, ignoring your apparent acceptance as it fixates on the prospect of adding another member to its harem. Its cock tentacles sway even faster now, almost brushing against you as it reaches out to caress your cheek and neck. The massive body presses in close, trapping you against the wall with its bulk.