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My body tingled with the thrill of them baring witness, their shocked expressions, their hands covering their mouths. “Please!” I cried, squirming in Yavara’s arms, “Fuck my slutty asshole! Oh cumshot god, turn me into your toy! I’ll be a good faggot whore, I promise!” “Master!” My slaves cried in congruence. I just smiled meekly at them, defeated and ashamed, and aroused all the more because of it. Brock split me with his cock, driving so hard my body lurched with our impact. My soft flesh rippled, my breasts slapped my chest, my legs splayed wide to take him all the way. He pulsed in my deepest reaches, opening my inner resistances and violating the chamber therein. I screamed in ecstasy, tears filming my eyes, my body succumbing to the lassitude of my newfound feminine heterosexuality, my male homosexuality, the receiver, the bottom, the whore. Yavara kept my face pitched forward, making me watch as Brock fucked me blowjob with accelerating drives, my belly deforming with his entrance, by body becoming his, belonging to him! Oh, god take me! I cried out again and again, calling his name, thanking him with blubbering lips as he filled me like the vessel I was, nothing but the receptacle for his cock. He parted my tender innards with brutal efficiency, flattening my walls against my insides, torturing the nerves with each wonderful pass. My cock bounced unattended against my crotch, filled by the relentless stimulus of my prostate, leaking and spurting with each drive as though his penetration milked me of my seed. It ached in its fullness, the flesh singing to be caressed. “Don’t touch her!” Yavara snarled when Opal sought to relieve the pressure in my valve. The succubus backed off, looking worriedly at me. Yavara stroked my hair as I mewled and sputtered for reprieve, my words unintelligible, lost in my screams of ecstasy. “This little faggot whore doesn’t deserve to be touched; no, no, no. You’re going to come from your faggot pussy like the twink-slut you are, and then you’re going to thank Brock for raping your shithole!” “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I cried, lost in the torrent of my pleasure, my pain and humiliation. Oh, how I bathed in it, squirming in the splendor of depravity, becoming fully the faggot whore, the pathetic slut unworthy of being touched like a man. Only a hole to be filled, and filled violently! My screams fluctuated to the fervent rhythm of our colliding bodies, rising in pitch as the sensations churned within my depths. My cock bounced off handjob my crotch, strings of cum snapping from the sticky surface, the tip spurting white froth every time Brock punched into my deepest parts. I pressed my heels into the floor to pivot against the rising orgasm, but Brock snatched my ankles and spread them wide in the air, bending my body inwardly, giving him unfettered access to my ruined shithole. He sneered in my face, his breath hot and full of stink, his animalistic grimace full of possession. Possession of me, for I was his, his in totality! My eyes topped my whites, staring at him awestruck with mouth agape as I choked on ecstasy too great to sound. My cock slapped against my belly, tits my asshole clenched pornstar and pulsed, my prostate convulsed against the relentless abuse, the pressure building, building, building, oh god! I exploded, my body seeming to burst from within, the surge of euphoria taking me until I was sobbing freely. With every pump of Brock’s penetrating cock, my own pathetic rod pumped the contents of my prostate onto me, spurting my clenching belly, my flailing breasts, my gasping mouth. It was well into the late hours when I finally went to join Helen. “I got her pregnant?” He was able to ignore them all and focus on the oversized problem at the end of the pool. That is right baby girl, not every person is good. She pulled back, smiling at me and stroking my cheek. And, she admitted, seeing two attractive females pleasing each other was starting to fire her sexual imagination. “Sorry about the damage,” the man in overalls says to Ja-Alixxe’s off-screen captor. I panicked and started to let go of the faucet. At that, she got up to take his cock inside her again. He could see the outline of her pussy lips behind the clammy ocelot fabric. I want to be like handjob how you were when we talked to the blowjob Chauffeur. Below him, Phoebe’s giant face was smiling, and then, opening its mouth? Then he relaxed and soon his member withdrew from her and they laid together for the rest of the night, like they would do after they got married. I hear his pants fall to the floor. 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