She moaned into Marissa's snatch, licking, feasting, eating facials pussy. It was hot. Exciting. My cunt was on fire. I rubbed my thighs together, my clit throbbing and aching. I wanted to touch myself, but... I was having so much fun eating pussy. It was just such a hot treat to give someone pleasure. My husband, Marissa, my other lovers, and tonight, Evaline. My tongue flicked up to her clit. I brushed her little nub. Evaline moaned into Marissa's cunt. “Mmm, she's got her tongue jammed so deep into my cunt,” Marissa moaned, her black hair sweeping about her shoulders. He was a bit mad and told me that I would be punished for it, but that didn’t stop him getting hard again and we went to sleep with his dick still inside me. At this point, we’re both panting for breath as our tongues play 1 on 1 inside my mouth. McKenzie starts her story from when she began to get cold feet just before the wedding ceremony. When I get home, I catch facials the elevator, and Shelly is already in it. It was so erotic the salty thick feel of it. Then they drifted away, the courtyard emptying in moments. I sat in the chair.
She should be fine now. I think…” I felt my confidence dissolve a bit, suddenly reminded of my position. I knew nothing of where I was, or what was going on. My mind wanted to rebel against her words in favor of my own experience, but that same experience pulled me in the other direction, reminding me that I was a survivor in, for all I could tell, was a foreign land… “You think?” I looked back to the Leavanny, who was breathing heavily, eyes still wide as though she were staring down a predator and wet with fat, beading tears. She looked up and down my body, then her leafy arms went to her mouth with a gasp. “Oh! You’re hurt!” There was sharp, genuine worry in her shaky voice. “L-let me help you, okay? I can bandage your wound. I-I can even make you new clothes! I'm very good at that! Um, I know I can’t make up for what facials I did, but, but-” I followed her eyes to my legs, my knee having badly scraped one of the roots. There was a fresh, wet coating of blood on the rough bark, and only after I noticed it did the pain sting its way into my mind. “Let her,” sighed the Espeon tiredly before I could reply. My aggression faded as it was replaced by bewilderment. I was again reminded by just how alien I was to all this, my mind having helpfully ignored the absurdities around me to focus on, if not my survival, then my decency at the very least. No, they couldn’t be bothered to spend just one day showing their respects for the man that worked his ass off to make this company something special. Her flexible body made it easy to position her where I needed her. “It’s okay. Finally, the day came. “Uh, yeah. This wasn’t rough. “No, I’m just... a bit cold,” she said, suddenly twisting her head to look back at Phil. They kind of feel good. Nothing beat torturing an untouched boy for the first time. “I was on the fence on this, but now I'm going to make sure all inappropriate relationships stopped, facials including that 'Stacie Rule.'
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