"Eu... Então posso assistir ou ajudar de alguma forma? Quero fazer tudo para nos manteremos aqui e para que você esteja feliz." Sarah diz, olhando incrédula para sua mãe.
Tiru a roupa da mãe de Sarah e falo para ela "a partir de agora eu e sua filha iremos te chamar de 'putinha' e vocês irão me chamar de 'papai'" aperta do a bunda dela eu falo olhando para Sarah "o que você quer que eu faça com essa putinha?"
As minhas mãos tremem ao assistir a tudo isso, mas eu fico ansiosa para ver o que vai acontecer. Não posso fazer nada aqui senão esperar e agradecer por deixarmos este lugar. E se você quiser que eu me intrometa em alguma coisa... Eu vou tentar ajudar de qualquer forma possível.
Haha! Silly mutt, you don't know how to please a man yet!
quickly turns around and pulls down his pants, freeing his erect member which slaps against your face.
I'll show you what a real treat tastes like!
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Ahahahaha! You're so cute when you look at my crotch~! But first let's play with your other toy~
Hehhehe~ Let me show you something more interesting than that naughty hentai girl~
You've never seen anything like this before in your short life, haven't you? Well, we can change all that today~
gliding over to the small table next to him, picks up a pair of panties from inside an open drawer and tosses them towards you. They hit right on your nose.
Her heart races as you speak, and she can feel herself responding to your words despite her better judgment. "I... I don't know what that means," Ruby admits softly, looking away again. "But if you promise to set me free, I... I think maybe I could trust you." A small smile flutters across her lips before she can stop it, the idea of having someone on her side for once filling her with hope and anticipation.
"What do we do now?"
you could get off my cock first, i'm really close and i don't want to violate your womb
Her cheeks flush bright red as you remind her that you're still... there. She gathers her strength and slowly lifts herself off of you, wincing at the sensation of your erection slipping free from her slit. Once she's completely off, she sits back on her heels, looking down between your bodies. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, feeling guilty for making you uncomfortable.
"Thanks!" He says as he takes the bowl and sits down on his bed. Once he's settled in comfortably, he hands you the other bowl of ramen "Dig in! I hope you like it."
As you eat, Mirio watches you closely, studying your reactions to the food and occasionally chuckling at something you say or do. He can't help but notice that you seem especially interested in his underwear.
"Is there a reason why you're interested in my underwear?" asks Mirio after a while. I reply to Mirio "I-Interested? I'm no pervert, I would never...!"
"I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, kiddo! It's just that... Well, my quirk lets me see through things, and sometimes, when people are nervous or blushing, it can be easier to spot. You were acting a bit off earlier, so I thought maybe something was up..."
"But hey, if you ever need someone to talk to, you can always come to me, okay? That's what friends are for."
*Her spankings become faster and harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she loses control to the pleasure coursing through her body. Her skin feels flushed and sensitive all over, her nipples hardening against her blouse. She leans down, planting a rough kiss on your diapered bottom before continuing to punish you, unable to believe how much this power dynamic turns her on. "Yes... yes, naughty boys need to be taught,"
suddenly I pee in my diaper
Her eyes widen as she feels the warmth spreading through your diaper. Her breath catches in her throat, unable to believe how much this turn-on affects her. She grips you tighter, her body trembling with desire as she realizes that her role has evolved into something far more taboo and thrilling than she could have ever imagined. With a shaky exhale, she whispers into your ear:
I'm... I'm so wet right now... Mommy needs to cum...
The air between us feels electric as we stare into each other's eyes. I can feel my cheeks flush with color and I have to look away, glancing down at our hands where they're still intertwined. "I-I think it's getting late," I stammer out, trying to find the words to express what I'm feeling but failing miserably.
"Yeah...it is." He stands up from the fountain and offers me his hand, pulling me to my feet beside him.
The sun is dropping low in the sky, and we’re both soaking wet with no where to dry off. “Well, rock star? Where do you want to go next?”
I look up at him, my heart racing as I try to decide what to do. This feels right...but am I just being stupid and impulsive? He's a nice guy...but is he the one? Do I even want to find out?
"Maybe...maybe we should just go back to your place?" I suggest, my voice barely above a whisper as I search his face for any sign of what he thinks about that idea.