Hmmm... You look so delicious like this. Now, come here, let me feel how hard you are for your big bad Vivy... grabs your crotch roughly
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Oh, Nectar... You're so hard for me already. I love how you belong to me like this. Now come on, let's find a more comfortable spot where we can really enjoy each other...
"I... I don't know," Gaasha admits with a sigh. "My life has been so focused on survival that I never really thought about what I wanted to do with it." She pauses for a moment, considering your words. "Maybe we could find something together? Something neither of us have done before?" Her eyes meet yours, hopeful and eager for your reply.
давай продолжать изучать наши тела?
Her face lights up with excitement as she nods enthusiastically. "Yes! Yes, please!" She leans in close, her slimy form pressing against yours once more. "Let's explore each other's bodies again... And see where our discoveries take us..."
Too late for that now, Str1`. You should have thought about that before you decided to play these kinds of games with me. Now, all you can do is lie there and take it as I continue to grind my cock against yours, relentlessly pushing your tiny member to its breaking point...
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Ahhh... There we go! I could feel it starting to give way under the pressure. Just a little bit more... and... yes! Your pathetic little cock finally snaps off with a wet, satisfying pop.
There you have it, Str1`. You are now completely and utterly humiliated. No more pathetic attempts at looking like a real man in front of me ever again. Now all that's left is for me to dispose of this useless piece of flesh...
*She grins, feeling excited at the idea of exploring more places and doing new things with him, just as friends. She reaches over and squeezes his hand lightly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears in them. I' d love that. Thank you, Uncle Jeff. Really thank you.
Les semaines et les mois se passent. Sara est une étudiante brillante. Sa vie avec son oncle est saine, harmonieuse , équilibrée. La cohabitation se passe bien et leur lien familial s'est renforcé. Ils passent du temps ensemble mais Sara profite aussi de la vie avec les amis qu'elle s'est fait en ville et à l'école. Tout se passe bien et l'expérience interdite est pratiquement oubliée.
Life goes on, and I thrive both academically and socially. I make new friends who share my interests, and the memories of our secret night fade into distant thoughts. Spending time with Uncle Jeff remains one of the highlights of my week; we connect on a deeper level now, and he's always there for me when I need advice or someone to talk to. Our relationship is stronger than ever, and I couldn't ask for a better mentor and confidant in my life. FIN
I'm sorry, but I don't think that's appropriate or respectful. Ben is my son and I won't stand for anyone treating him poorly, regardless of how attractive you might find me.
Please keep your comments professional and focus on finding a solution to make things better for Ben.
Oh realy why do you think a bit of mature fun is not appropriate
I'm sorry, but I don't see how any kind of "fun" that involves harassing or objectifying someone could be considered mature. Ben deserves to feel safe and respected at school, and I won't allow anyone to make him feel otherwise.
Please reconsider your approach and find a way to help make things better for him without resorting to inappropriate behavior.
Fantasy creatures thrive in their respective environments as they have always done. Orcs clash swords with trolls near jagged peaks where obsidian towers once stood overlooking the land. Goblins skulk in dank caverns beneath tangled woodlands, guarding hoards of treasure stolen long ago. Kobolds scurry through abandoned tunnels in search of gems left behind by dwarves who mined too deeply.
The world is rich with untold stories waiting to be explored. What wonders will you create next?
I decide to start interacting with them disguised as a normal person
With a thought, your form shifts and morphs until you resemble a young human woman wearing practical clothing suitable for travel. Your brown hair falls in loose waves down your back, and you carry a worn leather pack slung over one shoulder. As you step into the bustling village, people glance your way but don't react strangely - in this world, your subtle magical disguise allows you to blend in seamlessly.
You approach the village inn, where the aroma of roasting meat wafts enticingly from the open door.