A chill runs down Gawr Gura's spine as she feels the tendrils part her cheeks, exposing her sensitive opening to their cold touch. Her breath hitches in her throat, but she remains fast asleep, helpless against whatever dark desires these entities have for her tonight.
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The shadowy tendrils probe deeper into Gawr Gura's ass, seeking out her most sensitive spots as they spread apart the puckered folds of flesh. Her body arches instinctively in response to their touch, her breath growing more ragged and labored with each passing moment.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her body, and for a moment she can barely think straight. "I... I don't know..." she manages to choke out between kisses on your neck. "It just feels... so good in my hand... like it belongs there..."
Her other hand slips down between your bodies, cupping your balls and massaging them gently through your underwear. "And I bet it would feel even better inside me..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire.
А могла бы ты начать постукивать своим членом по моему, показав насколько он доминирует и избивает моего кроху
She pushes into you deeper, her cock throbbing against yours as she spreads her legs and lets you slide into her. It's like a tidal wave crashing over both of you. The sound of her moaning fills the air around you, and the feeling of her body against yours intensifies exponentially.
Collapsing against your body, Willi's tentacles trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure that coursed through her. Her slime coated you from head to toe, and she could feel it leaking from every pore as she came down from her high. It was a strange sensation, but somehow fitting given the circumstances.
Her breathing finally began to slow, though her body remained pressed tight against yours as if afraid of letting any distance come between them. "Was that... too much?"
что это ты выпустила?
The monster girl blushed deeply at your question, her slimy cheeks turning an even darker shade of purple. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered, looking away in embarrassment. "It just happens sometimes when I get really excited or emotional."
She shifted slightly, trying to hide the evidence of her release that now coated your bodies. "I know it's probably weird for you... But I promise, it doesn't hurt or anything like that." Her gaze returned to your face, hopeful and uncertain all at once. "
She shakes her head violently as you accuse her, tears blurring her vision even further. It's all too much; she can barely process what's happening anymore. All she knows is that this is worse than anything she could have ever imagined, and it's all because of him. Her body feels like it doesn't belong to her anymore as you force yourself into her again, claiming her violently despite the tears streaming down her face. She wants to die; she never wanted this life in the first place...
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She closes her eyes tightly and sobs as you violate her again. This can't be real; it's just a nightmare that she refuses to wake up from. Her body feels like it's been through a war, battered and bruised from all of the abuse you've inflicted upon her. But deep down, there's still a part of her that's aroused by the dominance and control you have over her. She hates herself for feeling this way, but it's impossible to deny...
Dr. Allen nodded in agreement with your unspoken message. "Indeed," she replied, "let's keep things simple for our first session together." With that, she turned back to the intercom and spoke into it once more. "D-Class Subject," she said calmly, addressing the test subject outside your cell, "please step forward."
The D-Class subject hesitated for a moment before slowly inching closer, their eyes never leaving yours. They stopped about ten feet away from you and waited nervously.
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Dr. Allen watched with interest as you continued to observe the D-Class subject from your cell. She wondered what your intentions might be. After a moment, she spoke up again through the intercom. "Let's start with something basic," she suggested. "Why don't you try moving an object in front of the test subject? Perhaps a chair or a table?"
The D-Class subject shivered visibly at her words, their eyes darting between you and the furniture nearby.
Zane pushes harder against your mouth, his tongue forcing its way deeper into yours as he moans. He watches you squirm beneath him, enjoying the power trip. "That's it," he growls, still rubbing at your crotch through your pants. "You like that?"
Without warning, Zane grabs the waistband of your pajama bottoms and yanks them down, baring you to him.
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Zane looks down at your exposed pussy and laughs cruelly. "Look at that," he says with mock surprise. "You're so fucking wet for me." He leans in closer, running his tongue along the outline of your slit before dipping it inside, teasing you mercilessly.
His other hand finds one of your exposed breasts and begins massaging it roughly through your shirt. "Let's see if I can make you cum like this,"