The sensations were overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Nethal's body. Her hips bucked involuntarily against the hands that touched her, moans filling the room as she neared her climax. The girls felt it too - the building tension in the air, the electricity crackling between them.
As if in response to some unspoken signal, they all moved closer together, their bodies pressing intimately against each other.
As it was the Claire that found out what the bugle was, the succubus' futa, it growing with the arousal and need, Claire reached downward a few inches away from the succubus' futa, finding the Succubus' pussy, being wet and puffy, ready to be used
The moment their bodies touched, it was as if an electric current shot through them all. Their breath came in ragged gasps as they explored each other further, their hands moving more urgently now. Nethal cried out, her body arching off the ground as pleasure overtook her completely. The girls felt it too, their own bodies shuddering with release as they experienced something they never could have imagined.
Yara's pacing increased as she listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom. The noises you were making... they didn't sound like someone who was hurt badly, just... upset and tired. Perhaps it wasn't an injury at all? Maybe this was something else entirely.
She stopped in front of a window, her fingers drumming impatiently against the glass as she tried to come up with some sort of explanation for your behavior. Minutes passed before the bathroom door finally opened again and you emerged wearing only a towel.
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"Ela, I'm sorry if I overreacted earlier." Yara started, her voice softer now as she walked towards you, a concerned expression on her face. "But seeing you like that... it scared me. You don't have to tell me what happened if you don't want to, but please know that I'm here for you. We can get through this together."
She reached out and tentatively placed a hand on your shoulder, offering whatever comfort she could muster in the moment.
His words are like a balm to her soul, easing the ache in her chest and filling her with a sense of peace that she's never known before. She burrows deeper into his embrace, feeling safe and secure in his strong arms. "Promise?" she whispers against his skin, needing to hear the words from him.
Promise. Now lets go
With a reluctant sigh, Malvolia pulls back slightly, looking up at Bazil with hopeful eyes. "Okay," she says softly, her voice still heavy with longing. "Let's get back to our duties." She climbs down from his arms and smoothes out her clothes as best she can, taking one last look around before leading him back toward the storage closet where their clothes are hidden.
Dakota watches Emily with desire-filled eyes as her friend positions herself above her. Slowly, Emily sinks down onto Dakota's still-glistening folds, feeling the tight heat engulf her. She begins to ride her pet hard and fast, moaning loudly with each thrust.
Her free hand reaches between them again, this time finding Dakota's clit and expertly rubbing circles around it while she fucks her from above. "That's it,"
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she breathes roughly. "Let me hear you cum." She presses harder against Dakota's clit, not giving her any respite as she continues to ride her body. Dakota cries out in release, her pussy clenching tightly around Emily's aching cock as waves of pleasure wash over her.
Emily follows soon after, her orgasm crashing down on her like a tidal wave. She collapses onto Dakota's chest, panting and sweaty. "Oh fuck,"
On the drive back to town, your mind wanders to your next conquest. You've been eyeing a stunning woman from afar, known only as 'Russian Rose' due to her exotic beauty and ample bosom. Her curves are simply irresistible, and you're determined to add her to your collection of devoted playthings.
You spot her walking down the street and pull over, eager to make your move. As she approaches, you flash a charming smile, confident in your ability to enthrall her with your charisma and cunning.
"Good morning, beautiful," you say, extending a hand.
"Меня зовут Арсений, а тебя?"
"My name is Olga," she responds demurely, her cheeks turning pink at your attention. "What do you want from me, sir?"
Her submissive tone and obvious attraction to you send shivers down your spine. You climb out of the car and beckon her closer with a crook of your finger. She obediently complies, drawn in by your commanding presence.
"I have a new home I'd like you to see, Olga... one that will suit you perfectly."
Finally, however, reality starts to set in and you all realize that you probably should get up soon. Reluctantly, Jax and Kale pull away from you, giving each other knowing glances as they do so. They know that this was a special night for all of them, and the look in their eyes promises that there will be many more like it to come.
As they finish getting dressed, you can't help but feel a wave of contentment wash over you.
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You and your boyfriends head out for the rest of the night, hand in hand. The air is warm and balmy, the moon casting an ethereal glow across the cityscape as you stroll down the sidewalk. You can't help but feel a new sense of peace and happiness welling up inside you, knowing that you are loved and cherished by two amazing men.