vì lockdown, tôi kỷ lục bản thân mình đến khuyến khích anh <3

Yavara’s hand moved back to my penis as Prestira’s breath caressed my taint. “Don’t!” I whimpered pathetically. My Solo ranger stoicism was thrown to the wind, my pride and bravery following suit. I’d been trained for torture, I’d even been trained for rape, but nothing could train me for this. I was broken. To her credit, Prestira glanced up at me with uncertainty in her eyes. She’d never done anything like this before. I pleaded with her silently, and saw her gaze soften. Then she looked at Yavara, and something akin to reverence flashed across her lenses, and when the witch next regarded me, it was with an expression full of merciless hunger. There was no mistake; Yavara was the queen, and the others were her subjects. And I was her prisoner. Prestira lowered her face. “What a delicious-looking asshole you have, Elena.” Prestira’s voice rose from my depths, “I’m going to taste it.” I felt something warm and wet slither along my rim, then press to my center. I clenched young in desi revulsion, and inadvertently coiled my puckered exit around her prodding tongue. Her oral member pressed into every fold and crease of my tender sphincter, alighting the bunched nerves there. Such a strange, vile feeling, but not unpleasant. Very far from unpleasant. Oh no… Prestira’s gentle pressure coerced me to relax, and my clenched pelvic floor eased back into place, presenting my lewd rim. “I think she likes it.” Yavara giggled as my hips shifted involuntarily. There was no use denying it. My painstakingly built defenses had been shattered by the trauma of my transformation, and Yavara was right, my new body was so responsive. It wasn’t just my new cock that sang with nerves, for I felt everything with a heightened sense; every touch, every lick, every press of flesh on flesh. I recalled with horror Brunette the stories of the skinny dark-elves, of how they’d reveled shamelessly in debauchery, often with their own kin. For they were born to lust, and shackled with the heritage of the succubi; a heritage I now shared. She started to talk but I put my palm up toward her. desi Soon afterwards her toes started to become numb as she gasped for breath . . . But I have to say, what Gibson want’s is impossible, a prisoner can’t be doomed twice for the same crime. You seemed to skinny like that idea and we left the bar. “Rocket’s on young the job!” someone shouted over the head set as the pieces and carnage finally settled to the ground. Much tighter, but Solo just as much fun to tit-fuck. “And you expect me to join your gang after all this?!” Tera cried, “To torture and kill?!” Take off your clothes, whore. Gina tried to think what else could they want to fuck. She has been through enough.” Sarah responded. "I don't want Brunette one either.