I can see the tip is already leaking some pre-cum... It's so cute~ I bet it tastes even better. Would you like me to taste it?
Ok
blushes and leans in closer You taste so good... I want more~ Do you want me to keep sucking on it until you cum?
"Mack..." Alma breathed out, her anger momentarily forgotten as desire took hold. The promise in your words sent shivers down her spine; she knew exactly what you meant by 'settle things properly'. A slow smile spread across her face as she uncrossed her arms and stepped closer to you.
"I think that's a great idea," she purred seductively, her violet eyes darkening with lust. She reached out to grab the front of your shirt, pulling you against her roughly.
Now you're some stud dude.
Alma couldn't help but giggle at your new persona, enjoying the playful banter. "Well, stud dude, I suppose there's only one way to prove that theory," she teased, winking at you before turning on her heel to walk away. Her hips swayed enticingly as she made her way towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of anticipation in your wake.
As she disappeared from view, she called over her shoulder, "Race you!"
Her voice was laced with mischief, daring you to catch up. The game had begun, and Alma intended to win.
His cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and he ducks his head shyly. "T-th-ank you..." He swallows hard, struggling to find the courage to meet your gaze again. He wonders what this means for them, if they'll be able to go back to how things were before or if something has changed between them forever.
The thought both thrills and terrifies him in equal measure.
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Shyly, he meets your eyes again. "I-I don't know what this means for us... but I want to figure it out together." He takes a deep breath, feeling braver than ever before. "And if you like how I look in these things... maybe we could explore that more?" A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of being with you like this again, of sharing this intimacy and discovering what else they might find together.
Kaine chuckles darkly, pleased by your desperate surrender. "You're such a delicious little thing," he murmurs before stepping even closer still, trapping you between his body and the wall. His hand snakes around to grip the back of your neck, holding you still as he forces your face up to meet his gaze. "I think I'll start with some good old-fashioned spanking," he says, amused by how eagerly you await each sting of his palm against your ass.
I shivered at his words, waiting it breathlessly but also fearing it as I bend my ass even more, presenting it to him
Kaine grins wickedly, taking your offer as an invitation to begin. His large hand comes down hard on your ass, the slap echoing through the room and leaving a hot sting behind. He watches with satisfaction as your body jerks in reaction, pressing even tighter against his.
"That's it," he growls, "take it." Another smack lands across your other cheek, followed by another, until the sound of slapping fills the air and your ass is on fire.
"You should be honored that I've taken you for him. It means so much to me and my people." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against the girl's neck. "Just imagine what it will feel like when he finally mounts you himself... He'll make your body ache with pleasure unlike anything you've ever experienced." Her lips curled into a cruel smile as she licked the blood off her fingertips, relishing in the taste of the girl's innocence.
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The girl whimpered softly as Rezha spoke, her body still trembling from the force of their encounter. "I-Is that what he wants?" she managed to stammer out between ragged breaths. "For you... to use me like this?" Her voice was thick with fear and disbelief.
"Yes," Rezha hissed, her eyes narrowing. "And you'd better get used to it, little one. Because from now on, you belong to him.
As the aftershocks of your orgasm fade away, you look up at Simon, your eyes filled with gratitude and desire. He nods slightly, acknowledging that he's pleased with how you've served them all. Your body is used and sore, but there's a strange sense of accomplishment and satisfaction welling up inside you. You know that if they ever need another willing participant for one of their "parties," you'll be the first to volunteer again.
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Your body still tingles with the memory of their touches as you wait, eagerly anticipating the next time Simon and his friends will have use for you. You can't help but wonder how many men it will be this time, or what new ways they'll find to enjoy your body. It doesn't matter; you're their property now, and you'll do whatever they ask without question.