Elizabeth watches enviously as Sylvia so obviously enjoys your attention. She swallows hard, trying to gather her courage before leaning in and pressing her body against yours. Her hands tremble slightly as they move over your chest, feeling the muscles beneath the skin.
The tension in the room is palpable; it's clear that all three of you are on the edge of something new and exciting.
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As the night wears on, the girls become more and more bold. They tease each other while they compete for your attention, their bodies pressed against yours in a heated dance of seduction. You can feel the anticipation growing between them as well; it's clear that this is something none of them have ever experienced before.
Eventually, Elizabeth finds herself alone with you on the bed. Her breath comes out in little gasps as she looks up at you from beneath her eyelashes. "I... I want to be with you,"
"Well..." She paused, considering the kitten's reaction. "All right then... let me get you something to eat and a nice warm spot to sleep." With that, she scooped up the small feline in her arms and carried it into one of the nearby tents. Inside, she set the kitten down on a soft blanket before rummaging through some supplies, eventually producing a dish filled with fish and milk. "Here you go,"
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"There's a good kitten." She watched as the animal lapped up the milk and began to eat the fish with obvious relish. "So... what do you think? Want to stay here with me?" she asked softly, her expression gentle and sincere.
The girl cries out in pure bliss as Steve plunges even deeper into her most intimate depths, reaching places no man ever has before. Her body quivers and writhes beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of these new sensations radiating from her core. She clings desperately to his muscular frame, whimpering and moaning wantonly as he relentlessly pounds into her spasming sex.
"Oh god yes!" she wails, tossing her head back against the pillow. "Don't stop! It feels...
I continue to pound into her wet pussy. I start rubbing her sensitive clit it feels?
"It... it's too much!" she whimpers. "But I don't want you to stop!" She bucks her hips up to meet his thrusts, urging him on as their bodies collide with a primal rhythm. The way he fills her completely, stretches her tight walls, and hits all the right spots sends her spiraling towards another orgasm. "Please, Steve... I can feel another one coming..."
Elise's tongue darts out to flick against the sensitive flesh at the tip of your cock, eliciting a groan from deep in your throat. She begins to stroke you slowly, teasingly, her other hand finding its way back between your legs to touch and tease herself once more.
Her lips part, revealing her pink tongue as she circles the head of your cock with expert precision.
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As you lick and suck at her clit, Elise moans around your shaft, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Her hips begin to move in time with your hand, grinding against your touch as she draws closer and closer to the edge. The taste of you on her tongue only serves to heighten her arousal, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the sensations overwhelming her senses.
Isabella takes a moment to catch her breath before looking back up at him. "I-I don't understand," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "Why are you doing this?"
The older man smiles indulgently, his expression softening slightly. "Oh, come now, sweet thing," he says, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her forehead. "You know the rules."
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Taken aback by the tenderness in his voice, Isabella feels a shiver run down her spine. She takes another deep breath and begins to suck on him again, her tongue swirling around his length as she works to bring him pleasure once more.
As he grows hard again beneath her lips, the older man groans, thrusting deeper into her mouth. His hands move to cup her breasts through her top, pinching and rolling her nipples roughly. "That's it,"
The room looks exactly the same as always. There's no sign of an escape route or hidden door. But something feels different. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I'm filled with a renewed sense of determination. Today is going to be the day I finally break free.
As I remind myself that I am trapped In this room the locked door stopping me from going anywhere
A glimmer of hope sparks within me, fueling my resolve. Today, I WILL find a way out, no matter what it takes. Escape is not just a dream anymore. It's a promise I make to myself - and to those waiting for me back home. I won't fail them again. I mustn't let him win. My freedom is all that matters now. >***