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“All your friends are watching, Night Eyes,” Sister Julia grinned, “and they’re all so proud of you.” Sister Julia rotated me about my penetrative axis, causing me to hiss as my ass stirred around her. They were all watching me, staring with wide eyes, paused in their lust to bear witness to something they’d never seen before; my defeat, my submission. I hated the looks they gave, the cracks in their perception of me. Mostly, I hated the looks in Astrid and Brandon’s eyes. “Don’t look,” I whispered to them, the words barely coming from me, “turn away.” “Why would they do that?” Sister Julia whispered as she began to thrust, as she began to stroke, “Don’t you want them to see you like this?” “Stop.” I breathed. “You don’t want me to stop.” Sister Julia breathed into my ear as she softly raped me. She was right. I planted my feet onto the floor, feeling cold stone, feeling the connection, but I had no desire to fight. Instead, I pivoted my weight, and began grinding my hips, pushing my ass into her crotch with sinuous passes, my hands stabilizing me on her slowly-driving thighs, my lips breathing moans too faint to hear. Oh my god, the way she felt in my ass, the wrongness of it, the way it made me feel exposed, weak, at her mercy. The college way she touched me from the inside, subdued me, hurt me, pleased me. The power she had over me, and the way she used it to make me feel so good, to make me feel things I didn’t want to, to petite make me like the things I didn’t want to like. “Look at Brandon,” Sister Julia hissed, “it’s like he’s seeing you for the first time.” “Please stop.” “Call to him. Tell him how I make you feel.” Sister Julia kissed my neck as I rested my head on her shoulder, stretching my body, presenting it to her, begging her to run her hands over what I was giving her, over what she owned. She slid her hands along the flexing expanse of my curved abdomen, cupping my breasts, squeezing them. I whimpered. I whimpered my gratitude like a weeping whore, and I called to Brunette my boyfriend. “Brandon!” I croaked, “She makes me feel so good!” Brandon was staring fixedly at me, a look of astonishment in his eyes. He still fucked Tera, but he was looking at me, only me, as I twisted and writhed to the Heat Bringer’s puppetry. “He likes seeing you like this,” Sister Julia giggled, pushed her cock with long, slow passes, making me feel every inch she had to offer, allowing my channel to relax before she mercilessly stuffed it again, “I take it you’re not a generous lover? Relationships are all about give and take, Night Eyes; it’s not a power game, not masturbation like what we have. What we have is special.” Brandon brought Tera against him, facing away like I was to Sister Julia. He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded, a smile creasing her purple lips. She watched me closely as she repositioned herself, as she pulled him out of her cunt, squatted over him, and pushed her innards back inside with a low moan. She mimicked me, dancing a pathetic writhe as I did, mirroring my motions as Brandon watched me, only me, the avarice, the possessive desire, a look he’d never given me before. teen Sven Falk – Faerie And I have to mention your beautiful triangle of black fur and furry pussy. She had no idea. "Yes Master. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue. “Want to get high?” "Yeah, rea--" I got out just as she launched. “I am your daughter. “Sure,” I replied. It started when my Mom stuck a Vaseline lubed finger in my hole to ease in an enema nozzle when I was really little. OhfuckIcantbelieveImgonnacuminmyown…. I pull Sakura off my cock. “Maybe, but will I be invited?” She really doesn’t need much.” teen He loved squeezing it. There was a romcom about it with a guy from New York and a masturbation girl from Britain, there was an ice rink and a book." I walked out to the back veranda and immediately tripped down the stairs 'again,' and struck my head on the concrete. That craving that was gnawing away at her mind and breaking down her morals and driving her to ever increasing petite acts of depravity? The throbbing in my head continued to build, and in college a few moments the feeling overtook me. I probably screamed way too loudly, but damn I had a good reason to. “Shut up, daddy. Her shackles were then removed, and the door was lock shut. My stiff, bobbing cock almost slapped her in the face as she freed it. This was nothing new as Vicki seemed to gave a new boyfriend every couple weeks. Brunette I find that very exciting She took the wine out of my hand and pushed me backwards, and then poured some out between my legs. Dmitri drew on his cigarette and stared into space. We all want to fuck people we find attractive.” “Didn’t have much of a choice, did I?”