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She pulled her hand out of me, grabbed me by the hips, and spun me over. My ass perked behind me, a protrusion of pale, sparkling fat that eased gradually into an arched spine, one side of my face resting against the carpet, one green eye watching Night Eyes as I spread myself wide for her. She ran a covetous hand along the length of my back, over my readied anus, through my frothing lips, and japanese into my pussy, pressing against my anal wall from the other side, teasing at what was to come. She lined her Hardcore fetish tip to my winking aperture, gave me an imperious sneer, and forced every inch of herself deep inside me. My head flung forward, my breasts squishing against my deepening bodily curve, my voice ringing out its satisfaction. My arms dropped from my sides and curled beneath my head, creating a pillow so that I could comfortably enjoy my violation. Comfort was not something Night Eyes provided, however. She slapped my ass with vicious, full-swing blows that rippled the flesh and left a reddened handprint, jolting the pain into ferocious pleasure. My arms stretched before me, fingers clawing at the carpet, a primal reaction to the punishment. Night Eyes’ cock rammed deeper and deeper, separating my tight sin, mercilessly burrowing, relentlessly bringing my ecstasy to greater heights, as if she was raping it out of me. My pussy gushed with each deep drive, a bodily response to my wonderful abuse, wetting the invading fingers that pressed my womanhood against the cock ravaging me from the other side. I sobbed my delight into my biceps, the muscles straining as my arms clawed before me, fingernails creating singed track marks in the carpet where my powers expressed my joy. I looked up from between my arms, and through my disheveled, red hair, I saw Lucilla smiling at me, her eyes the wrong color. ASTRID I shared a smirk with Mistress as I watched her dominate the Heat Bringer. Sister Julia Glendian may have lain with Passion, but Mistress was possessed of Corruption, and there was no denying the Sentient her due. Both Julia and Lucilla had undoubtedly thought themselves experienced women before they came here, and maybe they were, but the residence of the Screeching Siren were a different breed of beast. “What should we do with our captive princess?” Tera prompted me as she sucked my sullied fingers clean. I traced a wet finger along the patterns that glowed from Lucilla’s flesh, admiring their complexity, how the flaming lines never touched, and I felt an odd sense of guilt. My own body had become a canvas for illustration, and I loved how it looked on me, but this was something else entirely; something divine, something that should be worshiped. Tera could have her fun, but I would not be a blasphemer; I hadn’t fallen that far yet. “I will only do what the Bound One asks of me.” I replied, giving Tera an apologetic smile. “And what,” Tera grinned at Lucilla, lifting her chin up, “does the ‘Bound One’ want?” “Whatever you want, Master.” Lucilla whispered at Tera, violet eyes full of adoration. Tera’s delighted smile broadened. She reached around Lucilla and grasped Brandon’s forearm, slowly withdrawing the limb, causing the enslaved princess to moan, and press her body deeper to her master’s. “Your enthusiasm is commendable, Your Highness.” Tera whispered lovingly as she did her work, “You have the sprit and the potential, but your experience is still lacking. In my world, words like ‘disgusting’ and ‘abhorrent’ are just synonyms for ‘fun.’ Astrid learned this the hard way,” Tera gave me a wicked grin, “but I think asian you are much more receptive than she was. After I’m done with you, Sister Julia won’t know what hit her the next time the two of you jump into bed. Now, breathe slowly, and relax; this might feel strange at first.” Tera stopped Brandon’s withdrawal at the wrist, then pressed her fingertips against either side of Lucilla’s gape, indenting the pale flesh around the pulsing protrusion of her prink rim. The tendons in Branon’s arm flexed as he balled his penetrating hand into a fist, causing the princess to whimper, her back to curve into a deeper arch, and her porcelain breasts to flatten against Tera’s bronze chest. “When I say push,” Tera breathed into Lucilla’s pointed ear, “I want you to push as hard as you can. Can you do that for me?” Lucilla nodded, babe her violet eyes wet, but her pale lips smiling. Tera gave her a reassuring kiss on the nose, and Brandon pulled. Lucilla’s body wrenched, the muscles along her spine forming twitching shadows, her head flying back to yield a primal scream. Her pelvic floor jutted to a convex stretch of glistening flesh, the hole at its center dilating as it birthed Brandon’s exiting fist. I began to use more pressure with my tongue as I licked her snatch. Trish asked, afraid of what she might want. He was a doctor, she an accountant and they lived in a town not twenty minutes from my own home. Again stood in front of the Jeep where cars were passing less that a metre from us, the 3 guys covered me concentrating on my nice bits. Well, I like her personality and I must admit I've always been attracted to white women. "Watch me!" he suggested, "Night Honey!" “I need to take my mind off of asian it. “This doesn’t have to be painful for you.” Think about all the transgender people in the world and what a difference this could make to their lives. They fetish Hardcore packed the lobby from wall to wall, every conversation, regardless of language, was speculative. There was no kissing, nor any affectionate words, he just reared back and plunged his japanese dick right up into her and watched in wonder as she bled out of her vagina onto the host’s new couch. I pull her in a hug, lifting her off the ground. I pulled the limo at the smoke babe shop two blocks from the McCall. "Well what's going to happen to her?"