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  • I picked up the tray and it weighed a ton. I balanced it the best I could and walked slowly towards the group. I held the tray against my chest, my boobs almost spilling onto the tray. I guess they were helping to balance. Multi-use boobs. I chuckled a little under my breath. I got to the group and walked to the middle. “Thank you sweetheart.” Tony said and grabbed a drink. Everyone started taking drinks off the tray and it was getting easier to handle. I saw Mr. Bertrand’s huge hand passionate wrap around the drink art closest to me. He picked it up and brushed my cleavage with the back of his hand as he did. It felt like my entire body had goosebumps. I did not look up but Jimmy was staring right at me and smiling. I could feel myself blushing and quickly scampered back to the bar with the empty tray. I grabbed my drink and downed half of it. Mandy was laughing at me. “What?” I said. “You are so funny, you look like an innocent little high school girl with your long blonde hair and your pretty blue eyes but you are a horny little slut deep down, aren’t you?” She whispered to me and I felt my face flush. “C,mon, admit it. You want to fuck that black guy so bad you can taste it.” She whispered. I turned to look at him and he was staring at me. He smiled a big smile and turned back to the group. I felt my little body get even hotter. I felt like I wanted so bad to shove my hand up my dress. What was happening to me? adorable I was not a slut. I really was an innocent schoolgirl, up until last Monday I was a virgin. Now I was thinking about masturbating in public and having sex with a humongous black man. I took another drink and looked back at Mandy. “It’s ok sweetie. These are natural feelings. Let them happen and just enjoy yourself. I am so perfect sorry if I scared you.” She said in a soft voice. I did feel myself getting a little scared, not because of what I was thinking of doing but more of the fact that I was actually thinking it. I felt like I was losing control a little and my thoughts sucking were driving me to think things I would never have even considered a week ago. That was scary. I sipped a little more of the wonderful drink and looked at Mandy. She had a worried look on her face and she smiled sweetly. That sparkle again and I felt myself calm down a bit. “Cassie, how are you feeling?” I heard Tony’s voice. I turned to see him standing next to me. I felt his hand on my hip as he hugged me gently. “Ok.” I said. “Good, good. placing my neck and hands through the stocks i was now helpless.. Spurt after spurt of semen came out. “I mean, I hope you will anyway.” She sighed as she looked in my eyes. I perched on a wall screening off the yard of a passionate residence. She jammed the jagged piece of metal into the hole and sloppily opened the door. Sandy then remembered her instructions and stood up and started class. Since the fight, she art had shed a degree of her timidity. I said, baby, the girls give me this power. Ryan hugged her to him and kissed her passionately, nibbled her ears, slipped down her body and sucked her tiny breasts, her head was thrown back, her breath was coming erratically, she screamed. I threw my arms around his neck and got on my tiptoes to give him a very long, very passionate kiss. "Are you going to CUM, little slut? “Well, it’s nearly 6am, you should probably find perfect a couch to grab sucking some shut eye if you can. “DENICE!” Most of his sperm was just starting to leak out of me and run down my legs but there was still a fair bit of both of our juices on his dick and balls. The rhythmic whirring adorable of Sadie’s electric toothbrush was now just about audible.
  • She’s what separated anime from cartoons, for him. She kinda represents something to Brian. That’s actually cool. “Ah, crap. I gotta go,” Brian said. “Alright, cool. See ya in class.” “Right. Later.” “Later.” After exchanging their goodbyes, Emily turned—to realize her little sister was sneering at her through the bedroom doorway. “Who was that?” Katie scoffed. “Making plans with your boyfriend? ” “None of your damn business,” Emily cried indignantly. “Don’t listen in on me, you creepy little twerp. We’re just gonna talk about anime. And that’s it. ” “Pffft! Nerd. I’m telling! I’m telling!” Katie disappeared from her doorway and Emily could hear her tiny feet running down the hall. “Mom! Mooom! Emily’s being a nerd! She can’t even get a boyfriend, ‘cause all she ever talks about is anime!” “Mooom! ” Emily began to yell out herself. “Katie’s lying! Beat her little face in!” With an exaggerated sigh, Emily clambered up onto her bed and sprawled out across it. “Still,” Emily chuckled to herself, “Akane’s outfit is just… too much.” A little too BLATANT with how much they sexualized her. No one—and I mean no one—would ever ACTUALLY wear that. • • • Present day Emily quirked a lip at herself in the vertical mirror of her closet door, running fingers through her shaggy tangle of black hair. adorable She was dressed in her Akane Kurokawa cosplay, the kunoichi from the massively popular Shinobi Souls anime. She’d ordered the cosplay as a complete set from an online retailer, simply making minor adjustments to it over time so that it better suited her each year. The costume was simple—a red summer kimono called a yukata, that tied at the waist in a wide-belted obi. Unlike more traditional yukata, however, this one sported short sleeves and a scandalously high hemline that fluttered and swayed a bare six inches from her obi—practically a micro-skirt. The front of her yukata hung open in a loose way, as was appropriate for the character, exposing the fishnet body stocking she art wore beneath. She frowned, opening her yukata wider to expose her netting-covered breasts. They were way too small—tiny peach-sized bulges, her little pink passionate nipples standing erect through the weave. She’d be wearing her flesh-toned pasties to cover her nips later on so that she didn’t stray from indecent to explicit, but… that wasn’t really the problem. Like most anime characters intended to lay on sex appeal, Akane Kurokawa had enormous double D-cup breasts. No matter how much Emily worked on improving the rest of the outfit… her sucking meager A-cups were as good as it was going to get. On better-endowed cosplayers, the outfit formed a stunning, canyon-like crevasse of cleavage… but Emily was just nowhere near buxom enough for that, and never would be. In fact, her small breasts, that mere handful each, did little to help hold the garment in place. There’d even been occasional mishaps perfect last year where the yukata opened up too far and slipped down her one shoulder. “How is he going to cane them with them like that?” I thought. She told me you graduated in three years and are now a graduate student. “I started him off with a prostate massage that produced a sucking very powerful ejaculation. Walking on her knees closer, staring at my cunt, she brought the head to my perfect cunt, and in one motion, drilled it all way in. I gasped, but her eyes never left my cunt. “Did any of your little dick college boys ever nail you passionate to the wall like I am going to?” I thrusted harder up inside her. At least the 3" heels didn't hurt her feet as much as the 6" ones. With a huge effort, I got to my feet and went to the sink. I'd created her, but I made so many characters these last two weeks I couldn't keep them all straight. Next the Glyphs on the bitches began glowing and they started screaming in agony. I tightened my grip and inhaled her deeply. I will make sure that you suffer for as long as I can!" She gave it a couple of long licks from bottom to top before finally popping the tip in her mouth. Well, okay then, mister. They're the ones that should adorable be punished. But taking it in easily and expertly from my point of view. pressure art gets high.