“What do you THINK I’m going to do with it? Did I not promise you some wax-play, little cunt?” He kept the candle upright instead of tipping it toward her – for now – and proceeded to reach over with his free hand. That strong, beefy hand slid along her brunette cheek in an oddly gentle caress before traveling further down, along her collar bone, then down between her breasts, down to her belly, down to her exposed sex. There his hand stopped, cupping Pissing her shaved pussy almost tenderly. He seemed to relish the warmth of her cunt on his palm. He felt her swollen cunt lips against the palm of his hand and it made his cock twitch with need. The longer he kept his hand there, the harder his cock became – if such a thing were even possible. “Mmmm. This little sore and abused pussy needs some relief, doesn’t it bitch?” “Y-yes Sir,” Kareena sighed. “Please be gentle with me.” The Pee General slowly rubbed his hand against the girl’s sore, swollen cunt lips. “Did the Commander’s cane hurt your cute little pussy bad?” Biting her bottom lip, the petite girl could only nod at first. “Y-yes Master. Urine He was very rough. I’m very sore down there. Please, please have mercy on me. I can be a good slave – so good! I can suck your cock. I can lick your balls. I can suck on your balls and even lick out your ass if you… if you wish it, Sir.” The General Aamir kept rubbing her exposed sex with his hand. He changed the Piss angle, two fingers sliding into her cunt now. “Mmm. I will take you up on all of those offers later, slave. That much I can promise you.” He kept rubbing, his fingers grazing her clit even as he held the candle in his other hand in a dangerously precipitous position. It hovered over her like a warning, yet his gentle hand on her roughly used snatch felt almost good. His two stubby fingers pumping into her sex felt better and better, in fact. The sexy brunette spread her legs wider to give him easier access now. Her soft, wet folds were soon trickling onto those fingers as they punched into her, stabbing towards her core. Chapter 9 – The Masons No, control your self. The man raised his hand in a Urine wave and then they were gone. Now, as a single woman, I’m always skeptical of people from the internet who want to meet me in person. You will have no responsibilities outside of my instructions to you. “Oh god,” the 18-year-old slave girl gasped, still panting from her climax. Tina had returned from the kitchen and had brought dinner. Zoe didn’t answer. Having to through all this immense struggle however had a positive effect too. Michael removed his fingers from inside her cunt which drew a moan of disappointment from Lisa. “Yes,” I panted and fell on her. “That was...” I pulled my face, virgin cream Pee running down my features, and leaned against the shelf kitty-corner to Becky's. She gently Piss slides herself down on my manhood, moaning as each inch parts her and goes deep into her. I want your fucking cum. not with that pretty brunette face begging him to finish. Pissing I believed her. "No one could have foreseen Hank attacking her,” Murph said, giving him the documents from the table. Being around her, I had become used to seeing hulks that completely outclassed me physically. The last had dark hair with a red tint to it, a small very petite figure, not even 'B' cup chest, wore glasses and had a nerdy vibe to her.
She had messy black hair just like her mother and a round face with a string bean tail. “Hey, Cecilia, how are you Pee doing?” I picked her up and held her in my lap, listening to her purr as I rubbed her ears and tickled her chin. She wormed and stretched as I tickled her belly, wiggling her little arms and legs. Ugh, I can’t even describe how adorable kitten babies are. When the kids got older, we’d probably have to move back to the mansion for the needed space, but for now, I loved our house out in the woods. Besides, I already spent enough time there as it was. In the two years since I found out the girls were pregnant, Piss I had gotten a degree in teaching and now Pissing worked in the mansion in the afternoons, helping homeless hybrids learn about the world and adapt to human customs. I did it both for them, and as a thanks brunette to the CDC, or rather, the newly formed Department of Human-Hybrid Relations, for their continued support of our family. Lorraine worked there as well, at least, when she wasn’t on the farm. Elise, Betty, Lorraine, and the pillar men still labored taking care of the cows. On a positive note, the fact that the farm was run Urine by hybrids put it on the map. They were the most popular non-commercial dairy producer in Maine. To say that I was now out of my mind in lust, is very insignificant to the real feelings that I was feeling then. I care for you. I tense up and he stops. back in that way you will know it will fit when he mounts you.. She was blushing and smiling every time he brunette would tell her how pretty she was. Pissing I had never seen a child's pussy so Pee wet, the lube was going to be unneeded. “Well kiddo, Piss Urine you did good with this one.
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