All the men stopped, fearful of slipping down the steep babe banks and into the muck, but their eyes fell onto a pale shape, not ten feet away. “Oh, baby…, oh honey!” he cried out as his body quivered with pleasure. Laying down, back against the bed sheets, my cock stood tall as I kicked off my shorts. “Say 'Mark me. Say; 'You own me'.” She didn't hesitate. Tiffany kneeled and prepared to be facialized. “Mark me, stud. Come on my face.” She opened her mouth and licked her babe lips. This action excited Mark even further. She was a natural submissive with no apparent hang-ups.
My other hand reached for ass and I squeezed the taught mounds. "Maybe it just hasn't started working yet Master." Mother had explained that even though he was a male he wasn't father. I’d noticed that the ones that the other girls wore were slightly see-through as I’d been able to see the shapes and colours of bras and knickers. Rico was freaking out at that point. The vibe eventually slid out and Lewis managed to catch it. Gina was about to lose it and when Master told her to get in the shower, she jumped in and bent over. My piano lesson started when I was babe four, and gradually tapered off when I was twelve when I took up for football, and I enrolled in Mixed Martial Arts. “A deal’s a deal, Gloria.” I smirked, petting her hair. “So, it is,” Gloria’s low, sultry voice sang out, her half-mast eyes telling me she was ready for anything, “well done. How do you want me?” “I want you…” I said, teasing her lips with a thumb, and smiling as she sucked it, “to help me get into The Screeching Siren to contact Angela.” Gloria’s seductive gaze narrowed to slits, her playful smirk thinned to babe a frown, and her grip on my cock grew a little too tight. “You said anything!” I exclaimed. “I meant that you could stick your fist in my ass, or something,” Gloria growled, “I didn’t mean assist you with your suicide!” “Am I not your god?!” I yelled, my pitch a little too high as Gloria’s grip grew tighter. She somehow managed to narrow her eyes even more. Her nose wrinkled in a sneer with her curling lip, and then she sighed, and released me. “Yes,” she mumbled begrudgingly, “you are.”
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