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Her friends weren't much help. They were egging me on.” “The fuck is this?” Kurt asked, frowning at the screen. I didn't know. I stood up, my futa-dick swinging before me. “Let's roll the clip,” the show's host said. “And be warned, we're about to show graphic depictions of sex.” I let out a gasp of shock as the image changed to this very room. There I was pulling out my futa-cock, stroking it as I slouched on this couch. Dona was beside me, and you could see Kurt watching me while Tiffany and Chris japanese kitchen were just in shot fooling around. My head shot to the corner of the room and... There was a camera pointed right at me. Not a big one, but one of those small, security ones. “They were watching us?” Tiffany asked. “Ew,” Dona said, standing up from where she still knelt between Kurt's thighs. He zipped up his cock. “What is going on?” I muttered. My clit-dick throbbed hard, engorged by the image, as I watched an encore performance of Jordan riding my cock, my arms thrust behind my head, such a cocky look on my face. I squirmed, not sure how I felt about this. They... set me up? Should I be furious? The image on the screen arrested my gaze. God, Jordan had a great groped ass. Her thong was buried between her butt-cheeks. Her rump flexed and writhed as she worked her tight cunt up and down my dick. We were both moaning and gasping. And it was over so fast. She came like MILF a firecracker, milking my dick. Then it cut back to the studio feed and Jordan parted her thighs, showing off her thong soaked with pearly cum. “Let me tell you, the stories are correct. “That’s my name on the card,” I said. She asked in a cheery tone as I japanese took my place at the table with my coffee. Momo groaned. The incestuous joining MILF of our flesh. I pushed my cock into her with ease. Ms. Simon," answered the naked, dripping teacher. I’m in love with you and I don’t give a damn about your money. They left and I had a feeling we would get a visitor and left the lights off but kept loading dads truck. God, she was cute. groped I was stupid and directionless again, solely Corruption once again, but then… then I saw him, and those scars that had become Corruption’s instincts compelled her kitchen to act for my purpose. I looked down at Megan’s face, trying to hide the panic on my face, and saw her smile widen. “She is,” moaned Mommy. “And why are you here gentlemen?