She gave me a curious look, her head inclining to cascade her black hair, her violet eyes studying me from beneath her horned brow. She circled me like a stalking predator, testing her prey for weakness. “What is your darkest desire, Zander?” She whispered as she moved behind me, “What you do to me if I told you I would let you do anything?” “You don’t want to open that box, Arbor.” My eyes tracked her. “But I am open to trying so many new things.” She purred, “I have watched the beasts of the forest mate with one another in a million different ways, and I want to try everything. You could be the man that gives me so many first pleasures. Do you not want that?” Arbor wrapped her arms around my shielded form, her hands caressing the surface before my chest, “Do you not want to guide me through the perversion of your lust? To mold my sexuality to your liking? I could be yours, Zander. Your slave. Your whore .” “You already have a master.” “I can have many.” She whispered, crawling around me until she knelt before me, “I could worship you every night. I will stay on my knees and grovel at your feet for you, opening myself whenever you desire, letting you do whatever you desire.” “No.” She stooped in a languorous arch until her face was at my feet, her pelvis crooked high in the air to expose the supple spread of her domed cheeks. “Please, Zander.” She whispered, “Do you not see how I leak for you?” “Let the nymph speak.” “Why would you want to talk to her? ” The succubus groaned, “She is so boring .” “We can stay here forever, Arbor.” I smiled, “It’s up to you.” “Fine.” She growled, and motioned her head to the nymph. The nymph stepped demurely beside her lecherous counterpart, her eyes downcast. “My daughters followed your queen because she promised to fix me.” The nymph said quietly. “And that’s what I’m here to do.” “I do not want you to fix me.” The nymph said, daring to look me in the eye, “I need you to help me fix myself.” “Explain.” “The corruption is a fault in my design. It occurs because I have denied my daughters the joy of sex. I told her if you walk like that people are going to think you have something stuck up you ass. He lay there spooning the most beautiful girl in the world, who had made him cum 4 times and who would be making him cum a lot more; as she was now his own personal sex slave. I slowly rubbed her pussy some more and Karen regained her composure. Seating myself behind a filled plate of lasagne I looked at both girls,” Is any of you afraid of my mother?” She pretended it was late at night under the covers and began to wiggle her fingers over her pussy. Sir Egan managed to avoid the next arrow fired by the next bandit, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the bandits that moved to engage him. "Gawd!" As we held each other, Mariah looked at me and asked if I thought she was pretty. I did not say anything else, now was the time I would find out a bit more on what my friends thought. "Judging from what you do to me all the time, I think you spent more time playing with Art's balls than you did playing with his dick," Ray said. I was madly in love. When your hacker hacked me. He triggered a failsafe. This wild passion rippled through my body. "Shit, they saw us. And don't deny drenching both our faces with your pussy cream.
She stood on stage, one hand rubbing her stomach through her silver dress. She wasn't as pregnant as the contestants, her belly only slightly round with my daughter. If I didn't breed every woman I fucked, then we wouldn't have this amazing beauty pageant. It started with twenty women, but half were eliminated by the orgasmic endurance challenge. It was so hot watching all those beautiful women, their bodies ripe with new life, gasping and moaning and fighting against their orgasms. “I'm sure our judges were impressed by Kristina's... interesting performance,” Karissa said, her voice warm and bubbly. The woman's coffee-brown skin almost glowed under the spotlight, enhancing the silver of her dress. “Interesting is one word to describe it,” I whispered beneath my breath, shifting on my seat. My little, black dress rustled about me, my blonde hair, styled to spill down across my right shoulder, caressing my neck. “Horrifying is what I'd used,” Amelia said back, her voice low so Kristina wouldn't hear. With a final bow, the Black girl strode off stage like she was the hottest thing in the world and... Mr. Mondale groaned, his hand vanishing beneath the table as Kristina swayed past us, giving us a sultry look. By any normal margin that would be considered sexual assault but obviously the usual rules didn’t apply. In a trice, he removed his clothing and threw it away. "Martin . . . He watched as the heavy breasted brunette hurriedly performed some last minute house cleaning so that all would be just right when her Husband returned from work to an empty house for the night. My short hair swayed about my cheeks as I nuzzled into her shaved pussy. You two can wait in your assigned room. But would he let me touch him? Just as her hands touched his cock, he jumped and pushed her away. Linda's breasts heaved. “Betrayed, or they chose to hand themselves over to the Slavers. I love you, Salome. I too was nearing climax and wanted to ejaculate in her warm pussy. Ah he likes this I see, so I kept kissing first left the right, then left again. Standing with her back towards me, she slowly let the thin straps slide off her shoulders and then the sundress fell to the floor. “I dare you, uh, to go down on me,” Stephanie said, biting her lip and watching him intently. Want me to give it a try sir?”
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