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  • However, Ariela was working to a time schedule and, as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t spend all day enjoying him like this. She smirked to herself, perhaps tomorrow. She placed her hands on his plush cheeks and started to guide his pace, not rough, but setting the pace and a constant bounce that brought the most pleasure to her cock, of which she, using a spark of her magic, enhanced her sensitivity. She rolled her shoulders and chewed her lip, staring at his pale body, the rolling writhes of his hips, the soft muffled thighs of his voice. It was a quick one, she knew, but it was only a means to an end today. “F-fuck… I’m gonna… Ah!” she gasped and her eyes rolled back as she squeezed his ass, dragging him down onto her shaft and holding him there, her hands gliding up to grip his hips, giving her a better hold on her prize. Belind welcomed her climax, knowing it meant the humiliation of his actions was finally at the end, but her surprises weren’t over yet. Her cock pulsed and came, her seed shooting into him with a force he was accustomed to, while in the past he had felt it, felt the hot fluid fill him today it was so much more intense, each squirt of cum, injected deep into his boyish ass was followed almost instantly by another and another! He squirmed, Voyeur looking over his shoulder at her desperately as he felt uncomfortably full, her cum flowing into him in an absolute torrent, he gasped and whined, feeling a tightness in his stomach, her magically enhanced load pouring into him, it felt like quarts of the hot thick substance was being dumped in him. The minutes past and her climax waned, leaving him feeling bloated and embarrassed, a slight curve to his usually flat stomach. “W-why, why did you…” he panted softly. She chuckled a little and patted him on the lower back. With a groan, he raised himself and clenched his hole tight, with effort and great strain he managed to hold massive load inside of him, but he knew his time was limited before Ariela’s white thick seed would begin to leak japanese from him. “You’ll see soon,” she said and, with a satisfied sigh, swung her legs from the bed, standing and forming a glorious dress around herself, turning her back to him and stepping towards the exit of the room. He thought back to what the girl had said about clothes and, as he too stood, his hands resting awkwardly on his swollen belly, he spoke, “Can… Can I have something to wear?” She paused and glanced over at him with a frown, she parted her lips, then hesitated, her frown turning up into a smirk, “Certainly.” She turned back and stepped from the room, waving cute her hand dismissively. As she did Belind felt the tingle of magic around his neck and, as he glanced towards the mirror, he saw a black leather collar around his neck, a single piece of fabric with no clasp. He stared at it is dismay for a moment then, a little awkwardly stepped towards the bathroom. “No!” the girl from before, who had pulled him from the dungeons said, wagging her finger, “No, you follow me.” “But.” “Ah! No, come.” He cuckold let out an uncomfortable whimper and flushed with colour, walking over to her, a slight waddle to his walk as he followed her out of his chambers and back into the palace. As he walked through the palace he heard a distant roaring, like a waterfall or the wind and he furrowed his brow. Had he been so deep inside the palace and dungeons that he had not heard a storm? It wasn’t the season for it. “W-what's that noise?” He said, awkwardly as he followed her. “You will see,” she said and he followed her still. As they left the windowless heart of the Palace he began to spot windows, sunlight streaming in through them. He furrowed his brow, but, his skin beginning to glisten with sweat from the effort of holding Ariela’s gift inside him, he couldn’t put enough thought into the growing noise. They approached Ariela’s private chambers and he whore looked towards the girl at his side, “S-she wants me again? So soon?” “In a manner of speaking.” He bit his lip and, as the door opened, the sight that greeted him would haunt him forever. Room was intricate, the door opening on a thin red carpet that ran the length of the room towards an open pair of double doors, the sun streaming in, the roaring intense and overwhelming. A final round of 69 made us both sleepy and I woke up next to her as the sun came up. Should I let whatever this is continue? “You mother fucker.” Chelsea said shaking her head. He went after Harriet instead.” All I could do was feel, react, getting even more wet, more horny. Even in crisis a college can’t encourage unprotected sex or pregnancy. She got a blanket and jumped next to me, normally I'd hide my erection but now I didn't care, it was digging into her side, but she moved a cuckold bit cute and I don't think she noticed. I found that asshole again, that virgin sphincter. His hands were underneath her arse giving it a good hard squeeze as he was fucking her. He smiled Voyeur slightly and nodded. “She's howling her head off. You know I'm not as comfortable... in public...” “Never thought you’d be the one to be the voice of reason.” She turned, looked back at her brother who was looking through several files. It seemed as though his captor had a similar reaction, her hand lowering the pistol from his head as her mouth hung agape for a few moments, A few of the Soviets around the pair also lowered their weapons and then in Russian encouraged others to do so as well. They never had intercourse. “Not going to touch that again whore for a japanese while as well.” I decided. "I need you to settle something between me and a friend.
  • Zahrine couldn’t bring herself to her feet, but a part of her wanted to go to him. Maybe she would be rewarded with more cum if she went to him. The chance, alone, was reason enough for her to begin a crawl along the dirty forest floor towards the orc waiting on her. “You sit in front of me,” Zahrine was instructed upon arriving at the enormous orc’s feet. With a half-dazed, whole-broken look on her face, the disgraced shadow priestess watched as the orc hefted japanese his impressive pipe by the base and began showering her with a warm, but unfamiliar liquid. It was salty, but less viscous than the glue-like orcish spunk that had been filling up her belly. It was the strong, musty aroma that gave it away; Zahrine realized that this orc was pissing on her. She, a warrior that had been honored by the king of Stormwind and a pillar of strength in her guild, was being pissed on by an orc grunt on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. And she was going to sit there and take it without complaint. Once the soldier had finished relieving himself on her, he relieved himself of her with a wave of his hand. Zahrine turned away, and moved on her Voyeur hands-and-knees towards a gaggle of orcs standing around a fire they had lit at some point as the day grew to a close. She deposited herself next to them, relaxed cuckold back onto her knees with her juicy, thick rump resting on her ankles. “What you want, meat?” grunted the first orc to even take notice that the girl they spent the evening passing around like a dispensable pleasure object. Zahrine didn’t exactly have an answer to that question ready. Racked with ambivalence, she sat there in silence while considering the options. A part of her wanted a shower. She was sticky with a combination of bodily fluids, both her own and otherwise, and her knees were caked with dirt and mud. A part of her wanted to get on her horse – provided it hadn’t left without her – and cute ride for Dreamer’s Rest, where her guild was waiting for her. Another part of her wanted another helping of orc dick, or, rather, another steaming load of orc semen sloshed down into the growing collection of seed in her stomach. That particular ‘want,’ she could feel, was lust-driven and animalistic. She wanted the rush of gasping back into life with a new batch running down the back of her tongue. Even after fucking her way through every cock in the camp, however, she retained enough of herself to know her mission. “.. my horse. I– I want my horse,” Zahrine whispered. “You want horse?” chuckled the orc in response, a hint of amusement dancing behind his words as he said them. “Okay, meat, you get horse.” Zahrine sighed and nodded, content that she could put the incident behind her and move on. She watched as the orc pushed his way out of the group and lumbered in his orcish, heavyset gait out of her line of sight. Moments later, the orc trudged back, leading Justice by the reins of his bridle. Instead of stopping in front of her, however, the horse was led over her. Zahrine had to scramble out of the way of the horse’s black steel shoes as to not be whore trampled. She indicated cuckold that her nether regions need repeated and determined washing attention. Another bit of leather, his belt, came apart with a back and forth tug. Big king bed and all the fresh linens. I knew I was being sneaky, but tried to make it look like I wasn’t. If my dad knew I was trying to tease him it would probably start a very awkward conversation and probably end up including my mom in the talk. The Rogue's Harem The move that caught the attention of the producers was right at the end of the glide, when the chick had to direct her body away from a hard rubber pole. “Well, the chefs are ready for your next party,” Sammy tells me. I smile, because even though the party was a bit of a dud, Now knowing that the chefs are willing to come back in the future make me happy. It took a couple of Voyeur cute weeks of talking whore around the subject before Chelsea admitted one day that she would love japanese to have Mike break her cherry. Not at all able to comprehend what he would find. When they got to the village fair, they unloaded the milk and eggs very quickly because of the farm’s reputation and then they checked out for needed supplies, which included spices for cooking. Are you backing out of our deal?” Lucky Only my pride and car were damaged apart from some cuts and bruises I was unscathed. Coach Matthews stalked the bench and yelled at the ref.