Charming Self-Touch That Refreshes

“Answer the question.” I said, my voice edging with my desperation. She filled her eyes with me, every curve and supple crease, every exposure of lewd flesh. Then she looked me in the eye. “No.” She whispered. I smiled coyly, and began undulating above her, displaying the wide berth of my hips, the silken expanse of my belly, the bottoms of my breasts that peeked from the frilled skirt of my apron. Though the craving between my legs was unbearable, the need for her to want me was worse; I couldn’t just rape her. No, I had always made my victims love me; Father, Mother, and Prestira. I pressed my slit onto her cock, shuddering as I felt her skin grow tight and warm between my tender lips. I slid back and forth along asian her, smearing her underside with my lust, parting my petals around her so that she could feel how soft I was, how hot and wet I was for her. She throbbed between my coating labia, her cock pulsing with her steadying heart, but she did not sound her desire. I couldn’t stop myself from sounding mine. I whimpered with each pass, my lower lip quivering, my eyes drooping with need. “Elena,” I whispered, leaning over her, my hair curtaining her face, “let me make love to you.” “No.” Elena whispered back. “I can feel how bad you want this!” I hissed. “But I don’t need it, Leveria.” Elena’s eyes glimmered with hatred, “You can take it from me, but I won’t give it to you.” “Please!” I moaned. masturbation “No. There are some things you can’t cut out of me. I will never want you.” I couldn’t stop myself. I groaned in defeat as I opened my legs, grabbed her cock, and eased myself down. My nerves were electrified with adrenaline, the tiny hairs on my flesh standing on edge as goosebumps prickled me from head to toe. Oh god, how good she felt inside me! Her cock split me open, thickly pressing against my tender walls, pushing through my fleshy resistances until I was opened all the way. I gasped, my breath unyielding, my body teeming with the pleasure of such perfect fulfillment. I simply stayed static for a moment, dumbstruck by the sensations that coursed through me, staring with mouth agape at the woman who was doing it to me. She was sneering at me, a look of triumph on her face. It would’ve incensed me, but I couldn’t summon the rage. I’d already lost. And that knowledge, that very idea that I’d been bested, turned me on even more. I leaned forward, pressed my hands to massage the flat of her pelvis, and began to rock my hips. Back and forth, back and forth; I stirred myself around her rod, every rotation exotic ruining me, making me hiss and whine, making my shoulders pinch together. My breasts spilled from my hemmed apron, and I pressed them between my arms, the nipple outturning with the succulent squeeze. I watched Elena as her cheeks flushed, stud as her sneer slackened, and her brow knitted. Oh, how I wanted to hear her pleasure! Like Maddie, she learned to communicate with them directly. "Wah," Jordan sighed. Not fast enough, though, for the man under her. She massage clenched her mouth closed and tried to ignore what asian she was watching. “There’s hardware you can adjust and code you can change. Sparks flared. I shivered, knowing the viewers at home were getting quite the naughty look at her muff. “So everything’s pointless?” I asked him. More than your worthless exotic father ever did. The original owners bailed when masturbation stud the gold ran out, and the mine went bust."