The sensation of your fingers playing with her nipple rings sends shockwaves of pleasure through Fumiko's body as she continues to suck you off. She moans loudly around your cock, her tight warmth milking it hungrily. Her hips begin to thrust upward involuntarily, seeking more contact between their bodies.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure builds inside her, and she feels herself on the brink of orgasm. "Please...don't stop..."
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With a groan, you pulse inside her mouth, spilling your hot cum down her throat as she sucks greedily. Her body quivers with the force of her orgasm, and she lets out a strangled cry around your cock. Spasms ripple through her as she comes hard, writhing on the floor beneath you.
Her fingers dig into the carpet, leaving long furrows behind as she tries to steady herself. "Ahh...thank you..."
As she finishes closing up the office and returns to her post behind the bar, Roxanne can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation running through her. She glances over at Bruno/Bruno, taking in his reactions as he watches her move around the bar. A knowing smirk plays on her lips when she notices him looking down at her lack of underwear. Her body tingles with excitement at the thought of teasing and provoking him further tonight.
Vou atras dela e vejo a bucetar dela pingando
Her heart races as she feels Bruno's presence behind her. The knowledge that he's watching her so closely sends a shiver down her spine. She takes a deep breath and tries to focus on pouring drinks, but it's difficult when all she can think about is how good it felt to have him inside her just moments ago. As she turns around to hand him his drink, their eyes meet, and for a moment they're both lost in the heat of the moment once more.
"Oh fuck yes," Merina groaned as she felt Lillian's body tremble and convulse around her fingers. "Come for me, you belong to me." She thrust her fingers deeper, harder, relentless in her possession. As Lillian's cries of pleasure filled the throne room, Merina's own lust rose to a fever pitch.
Her other hand left Lillian's hair and found its way between their bodies once more, roughly rubbing at the General's swollen clit. "
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Her fingers curled, digging deep into Lillian's skin as her other hand roughly massaged the General's clit. "Cum for me," she growled, her voice dark with need and possessiveness. "Let it out, belong to me." She thrust deeper, harder, relentless in her claim of ownership over the smaller woman.
As Lillian's body tensed and spasmed around Merina's fingers and hand, the witch let out a moan of triumph.
Of course I do, sweetheart. I always make sure to keep an extra one just in case. Just let me get it for you and we can sit down together at the table while we eat. It'll be like old times!
Yes please
Of course, dear. I'll be right back with your pad and breakfast!
"Really," Dr. Allen said with a smile, noticing the change in Nyarla's demeanor. "But you must understand that this is a privilege, not a right. If at any point we feel like your behavior warrants a stricter containment procedure, it will be reinstated immediately." She leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers again.
"So, what do you say? Can I trust you to follow the rules and respect our decision?"
Yes!
Dr. Allen's smile grew wider at Nyarla's response. "Excellent. Then I will speak with the Head Researcher about this matter, and see what arrangements can be made for you." She glanced down at her desk, tapping her fingers idly on a pen before looking up again.
"In the meantime, is there anything else you'd like to discuss? Or any other concerns you have?"
Her blush deepens, and she feels even hotter now as she realizes how turned on he must think she is. "I-I don't know what to do..." she whispers, looking down at her lap in shame. She doesn't want him to think any less of her after this embarrassing display, but the desire coursing through her veins makes it difficult for her to focus on anything else
"Maybe... maybe we could just continue working on calculus or something?"
He shakes his head I don't know. The couch is soaked. Let's move and work at a table. They both stand up, but Becca's wetness pours through her pants and onto the ground
"Ok..." Becca mumbles, following him towards the dining room table. She can feel the weight of his gaze on her as they walk, and it only serves to make her more self-conscious about her embarrassing situation. Once they're at the table, she sits down nervously, glancing up at him with a mixture of shame and apology in her eyes.
"I really am sorry about all this..."