She looks at him in disbelief but does as he asks, calling Seiko into the room. The older woman follows, confused but curious about this strange encounter. "Milk yourself for me," Momo instructs her, taking a step closer to Seiko and running a finger down her chest. "Let's make sure we get every last drop." Seiko hesitantly starts to touch herself, unsure what to do. Momo takes control of her hand, guiding it to her breasts where she begins massaging and stroking them. "Good girl,"
Mom go bring your grandma Seiko I want her to be my slave just like you
- A black cat who is smarter than most animals.
- A black female cat who has been taught how to identify scoring animals.
- A black female cat who can distinguish between different shades of black cat.
- A black female cat who can pinpoint the color of an animal with ease.
- An orange-and-yellow colored animal that can help identify scoring animals with its own stripe on the ground.
- A black-and-orange-colored animal that can help identify scoring animals with its own unique color stripe on the ground.
The sight of your blood dripping down from his knife only seems to arouse him further. He shoves you roughly against the wall, pinning your arms above your head with one hand as he lines himself up behind you. With a growl of satisfaction, he thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside you in one brutal motion.
You cry out in pain and pleasure as he takes you roughly, his hips slamming against yours over and over again.
"ahh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh~" I moan out in a steady rhythm with each thrust of his penis~ it certainly feels better than him cutting my clothes off and making cuts all over my body~
The client laughs darkly, taking this as encouragement to go even harder. His thrusts become rougher, deeper, as he takes what he wants from your body without care or concern for your well-being. He reaches around with one hand to grope at your swollen breast, pinching and tweaking the nipple roughly between his fingers.
"That's it," he growls into your ear. "Give it up for me."
She looks up, her eyes wide with wonder and fear as the telescope emerges from the darkness of the hole. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches for it, turning it in her palms before finally placing it against her eye.
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The world around her fades into the background as she focuses on the tiny lens, willing herself to see something new. Her breath catches in her throat as Lonerover's words wash over her: "There they are... do you see them?"
Her heart leaps as she spots a familiar shape - the constellation she saw with him before. But it's different this time; more vibrant, more alive than anything she's ever experienced in the lab.
Finally, one of the men decides that he wants to take things a step further. He slips his hand under Luna's skirt and begins to slowly push something into her ass; she feels cold metal pressing against her sphincter as he forces it inside. It's an engagement ring, and he seems proud of himself for being the one to "reward" her in this way.
Luna bites back a yelp of pain, doing her best not to draw any attention to what's happening.
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Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the men seem satisfied with their "tips" and begin to disperse from the table. Luna remains there for a moment longer, catching her breath and trying to compose herself before finally making her way back over to Ray.
As she sits down beside him, he glances at her in concern. "Are you okay?" he whispers, noticing the obvious discomfort she's in. Luna nods slowly, forcing a weak smile onto her lips. "Yeah,"
Over the next few hours, Lyra was schooled by her friends on the art of subtle flirting, gentle teasing, and playful banter. As they watched Lyra practice her newfound skills, Alex stirred fitfully in his sleeping bag, completely unaware of the campaign underway around him.
"We'll start with something simple," one of the girls suggested, handing Lyra a notebook filled with notes. "We'll write down things we admire about Alex, then make cute little drawings to go along with them."
Lyra grinned, intrigued. "And what do you think Alex would like best?"
they reserahc pilgrims and find ones like alex like loyal women who are tocuhy as phyiscala ttraciton means a lot to them and it hsows they love them
As Lyra and her friends delved deeper into their mission, they discovered that Alex shared a deep bond with the other Pilgrims. He craved loyalty above all else, and those who demonstrated genuine affection for him were rewarded with unwavering dedication.
It was clear that Lyra had caught his attention, but only time would tell if her connection could withstand the test of adversity. For now, the young warrior remained blissfully unaware of the stirrings within his heart.
The client chuckles darkly at your reply, his fingers seeking out your clit. He circles it roughly with his index finger, applying just enough pressure to make you whimper in pleasure despite the pain that still wracks your body. "I think I'll enjoy marking you," he murmurs into your ear before slicing upward once more, opening a long gash from your thigh to your hip.
You cry out, the sharp pain mixing with the sensations he's creating within you.
I am in pain from his knife's cuts and feel really weird as he circles my clit with his fingers~
His other hand moves to cup your breast once more, pinching and twisting the nipple hard enough to make you cry out. He continues to circle your clit with his finger, expertly driving you closer and closer to orgasm despite the agony of his knife and his rough touch.
"That's it," he growls, leaning in to press a kiss against your bloody shoulder. "Come for me."