‘She`s a virgin alright Cass. Have a feel.’ Cassie did as she was told feeling all around Maddy`s plump pussy mound and stroking her engorged clit, eliciting a gentle moan of pleasure from Maddy. Maddy was on her knees and elbows on the bed, her fetish back arched and her pussy on display to her two assailants. She made no protest as her legs were pushed roughly apart, and for the first time in her life, she felt a male penis slide in the wetness between her legs. ‘Adam, no.’ Cried Cassie. ‘You know dad wants to be first. Don`t do this.’ ‘Shut up, Cassie,’ snapped Adam. ‘He can have her ass. This hot little cunt is mine.’ Maddy gasped in pain as Adam jabbed into her hole. Not deep enough to rupture her hymen, but deep enough for Maddy to get an idea of the fisting girth of the weapon that was about to be thrust into her body. She felt rough male hands on her hips and the grossly swollen cockhead at the entrance of her unsullied pussy. This was it. Adam drove viciously into her from behind and the white-hot flash of pain behind her eyes told her that she was no longer a virgin. She was only fisting 1,60m and if she weighed more than 45kg, Her new partner was Rachel Meyers; a ten year veteran who took the young I mean...” Roger looks at her. Signing off, Murph went toward the door. I inhaled slowly, and exhaled sharply before I told all. "Bonjour, monsieur. While I was occupied with my own pleasure, Freya had moved to fetish sit on Alfie’s lap. Today was intense, huh?" You seem surprised as hell.” He said while he laughed. The manual stated that depending on the receptiveness of the dog and what type of training would determine how long it would take to complete the training. Each spurt of cum came more powerful than the one before it. By now the instructor's voice was breathy, almost unable to hide her excitement. He licked around her hard nubs before sucking lightly, sending pleasure coursing through the teen's body. I have to watch my weight.” They all laughed at his comment. This was beyond any of those dreams she’d had. It's closer to 50-60 hours.
Brandon; my awkward, lanky brother who possessed all the charisma of a cum-sock, was seducing Willowbud. He was throwing out lines I would never have thought of, and working The Earth Former into a frenzy of feminine lust. He’d grown so much since his days of blundering through awkward dates, and now he was having a threesome, though he didn’t know it. I could hardly believe my own eyes. Brandon fetish wasn’t just fucking Willowbud, but Corruption as well. The Sentient stared into his eyes like a lover, caressing his face with her ethereal fingers, moaning in congruence with her host. She arched her back and exalted her pleasure, her black eyes rolling into her head, her hips twisting about the axis of Brandon’s penetration, moving with a sinuous lechery that was hellish in its perversion. Willowbud was possessed with the pleasure that compelled Corruption, enslaved by the euphoria of her melded parasite. I saw Willowbud show genuine vulnerability for the first time; her body bending to the will of my brother’s, her expression that of surrendered passion, her cries weak and needful. Corruption gave Brandon the key that unlocked Willowbud’s feminine lust, and Brandon turned it for all it was worth. After the two gods orgasmed, both doing passable jobs of hiding their powers, Corruption receded back into Willowbud, her face etched in blissful satisfaction. Willowbud coerced Brandon into asking her out, then they exchanged a final kiss, and fisting went their separate ways; Willowbud to Astrid and Tera, and Brandon to the bar where Justina had been. “Hey, asshole!” I snarled in my brother’s ear, causing him to spin around, eyes growing wide, “What the fuck are you doing here?” Brandon stared at me with mouth agape, a strange expression lingering on his face. I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes, pulling him from his stupor. He held up a delaying hand, reached down, and placed four pin cushions beneath each of the barstool’s feet, muting whoever sat in it from Willowbud’s vibration-detecting hearing. Smart. “Why aren’t you inside Justina?” Brandon whispered, trying to appear casual as he ordered a drink. “I had to ditch her in the closet once I saw you bumping uglies with a psychotic deity,” I growled, sitting next to him, even though my ethereal figure couldn’t really ‘sit’ on anything, “just what in the fuck was that?! ” “An accident,” Brandon whispered, putting money on the bar and ordering a beer, “it wasn’t part of the plan.” “What plan?” I hissed. “The plan Gloria and I made.” Brandon said, dropping a pair of earrings on the bar. “Gloria’s dead.” I replied frankly, but Brandon just shook his head. “You’re forgetting who you’re talking to.” My brother said with a shit-eating grin, puffing out his chest with exaggerated bravado. It was coated with a layer of silver. “Probably still sitting on the patio having another drink.” He withdraws his fingers from me and reaches them towards my clit, rubbing gently until he hears me moan in pleasure. They all looked at her and then at me, nothing was said but there was no shy virgin guy comments ever made again. Her pelvic flew up with the excruciating pain in her cunt. Customers frequently specify a certain body type, or breast size, or hair color, or height, or any combination—and they always want them live. She was a fun date in more ways than one. Ares watched as the uniformed male and the young female left. What was once beautiful and comforting, was now ugly and dying. “I do remember that, so like, you have a girlfriend and a wife now.” She said as fetish she looked into my eyes. Leaving myself deeply embedded within her throat, I watched as her eyes started to bulge. His cock was at full erection. The pleasure rippled through me as she teased me with her wicked touch. Harry swung his swelling dick to upwards then humped up a few fisting times into Sam’s crack. In reality, it was a small closet of a room that was packed with every different type of apparel from formal evening wear to very revealing club mini dresses.
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