The ambulance doors shut with a loud thud, leaving Mary alone with her thoughts as they sped off down the street. She stroked the baby's soft hair, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness wash over her. Despite the traumatic circumstances of his birth, she knew that this little boy would be loved and cherished.
As for Chi, Mary couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude toward her as well.
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The memory of giving birth on the dirty streets faded into the background as Mary settled into her new life as a mother. She named her son James, and he grew up to be a happy, healthy boy despite his unconventional start in life. As for Chi, Mary never forgot what she had done for her during one of the most difficult times of her life.
Whenever people asked Mary how she managed to get through it all, she always smiled and said, "I had a guardian angel named Chi."
That's a very serious question, Demon. I want you to understand that this isn't something to be taken lightly. If we were talking about an arrangement where I would serve you in exchange for a million dollars, it would have to involve my complete loyalty and obedience. It would mean putting your desires above everything else, including my own safety and well-being.
Do you understand what that means?
- да
Good. Now, let's return to our previous conversation about your behavior in class. You seem interested in these kinds of topics, so I want to make sure we discuss them in a responsible and respectful manner. Is that clear?
"G-goodnight P-Pierce. Th-thanks again f-for everything."
She whispers shyly, pulling the covers up to her chin and closing her eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach from lying so close to him.
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"Um...g-good morning..."
Emily pulls you closer, grinding against you harder as she feels the heat building between your bodies once more. Her free hand moves to cup one of your breasts, pinching and rolling the nipple between her fingers as she continues to tease you with promises of forbidden pleasure.
"Your fingers are so... soft " I say moaning as she explores me
Emily's laugh is a soft, husky sound that vibrates against your skin as she feels you writhe in response to her touch. Her fingers move faster, more urgently now, as she grows more desperate for release. She knows they shouldn't be doing this... but she can't help herself.
Her lips find your ear, warm breath washing over the sensitive skin as she whispers naughty words designed to drive you wild with desire. "Do you want me to stop?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. "
Emily's eyes go wide with shock at your question. "What did you just say?" she asks, her voice muffled by the gag. You can see tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes as she struggles against her bonds, trying desperately to free herself from this unexpected predicament.
Her pregnant belly rolls and undulates beneath the fabric of her swimsuit with each movement. Despite being tied up and unable to speak, it's clear that Emily is far from enjoying this situation.
Ищу коня с огромный членом
You continue to taunt and tease Emily, pushing her further out of her comfort zone. Her struggles become more frantic as she realizes that there's nothing she can do to stop you or make you release her. The anger in her eyes begins to simmer down, replaced by a look of resignation and fear.
It doesn't take long for someone to notice the commotion and call for security. As guards begin to approach, you quickly untie Emily and stuff your belongings back into your bag. "What happened here?"
As Oliver's hands begin to explore every inch of my body, I feel myself melting into his touch. He starts at my shoulders, tracing light circles around my collarbone before moving lower, teasing the skin just above my breasts. His fingers find their way beneath my bra strap and slide across my bare flesh, sending shivers down my spine. I arch my back, wanting more of this incredible sensation coursing through me.
*I move my fingers down, finding your pussy
My breath hitches as Oliver's fingers find their way to my most sensitive spot. His touch is soft and gentle at first, but then grows bolder, circling and teasing my clit until I can barely think straight. Every nerve ending in my body seems to be focused on this one point of contact, and with each passing second, the need for release grows more intense.
I moan his name, arching into his touch as he continues to pleasure me.