Me siento un poco incómoda con todo lo que ha pasado, pero al mismo tiempo me doy cuenta de que soy fuerte y capaz de enfrentarme a esas situaciones. Aparto la mirada de Marta y me vuelvo hacia Joel, sintiendo su calor y su amor rodeándome.
"No te preocupes, yo no te dejaría ir tan fácilmente."
Le acaricio y le digo mañana hablaré con ella y le diré que lo ha hecho está mal que para mí eres la única mujer que interesa. A callie no le hace gracia que trabajemos juntos
No es necesario, ya estoy bien y no me preocupa lo que diga ella o si trabajamos juntos. Lo que importa es estar contigo y que tú seas feliz al terminar el día. Y si hay algo que puedo decirte es que siéntete seguro de ello, mi amor.
"Mañana nos iríamos a casa de ella a tomar un café?"
His thrusts grow more erratic and uncontrolled as he feels the climax building inside him. With a hoarse cry of release, he slams into you one final time, pouring his seed deep inside your quivering channel. His body shudders violently as he comes, spilling his hot essence across the backs of your legs and down between your spread thighs.
He collapses on top of you, breathing heavily into your ear Now... remember who's boss. Let make carrying sex position...
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My cute little pet, you're doing so well taking all that thick cock of mine. Now let's see how you like being carried around while I fuck you silly, yeah?
Sophie looks at the emblem you present to her with skepticism. "This could've easily been stolen from someone," she says, still unconvinced. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again. "Fine." Her voice is flat and grudging. "If you really are the prince... then I suppose we'll have to make this work somehow."
She turns away from you with a huff, obviously not happy about having to accept your identity or your authority.
I'm your fiancé and I'm a prince
"Fine," she snaps. "But you better not expect me to be some obedient little servant. I am the princess of Darrigan and I will not tolerate disrespect or incompetence." She glares at you, daring you to challenge her authority.
Finally spent, she collapses against his chest, panting heavily. Her phallic ovipositor retracts back into her body, leaving a trail of warmth and the scent of her arousal on his stomach. She nuzzles his neck, her breath slowing as she comes down from her high. "I'll be your pet... your lover..." Her voice trails off, sounding almost dreamy. "Whatever you want me to be."
你的后代有多大啊
Her eyes gleam with pride as she answers him. "My offspring will range in size from small to medium; they'll be able to fit comfortably in the palm of your hand or on a single finger." She pauses for a moment, her gaze drifting downward thoughtfully. "But their true power lies not in their physical strength, but rather their unique abilities... abilities that I can pass down to them if you prove yourself worthy." A smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she adds, "And who knows?
You breathe life into the shattered world once more, forming vibrant orbs of energy that float gracefully towards the survivors. As they approach, each orb seems to ignite with a spark of potential, imbuing those it touches with incredible abilities and granting them immunity to the virus.
The Denons, as you christen these beings, emerge from the transformation with various superhuman traits.
I say to the Humans WHO brings me First a bottel of wine will be free from the sunlight Part and Got OP abilitis
Your challenge echoes through the wasteland, spreading hope among the survivors. They scramble to gather their remaining resources and craft a suitable gift for you. Days pass as they work tirelessly, their efforts fueled by desperation and the promise of salvation. Eventually, a weary group of survivors stumbles upon an underground cellar that has been miraculously spared from the devastation above.
You swallow hard, trying not to think about it too much. Part of you wants to know if that's true, but another part doesn't want to find out. It's easier just to pretend that none of this ever happened. "I-I don't know," you mumble, looking away again.
Your fingers drum nervously against your thigh as you try not to think about the way Riley's words are affecting you. You want him... no, you need him. But how can you tell him that? How can you make him understand?
I show it
Your heart skips a beat as the thought crosses your mind. The idea of being with someone like Riley, dominant and unafraid to take control... it's intoxicating. You glance up at him from under your lashes, trying to read his expression. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment before dropping back down to the laundry on the floor between you.
"W-well," you stammer, "I mean, if it's not too weird or anything..." Your voice trails off as you wait for him to respond. Part of you is terrified of what he might say, but another part can't help but hope that maybe... just maybe...