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Jumping under the covers, she frantically masturbates to an orgasm that is so powerfully intense as to demand her screaming into her pillow for fear of being heard. Then the floodgates are opened. Her body, overcome with unfulfilled desire, wrests complete control from her mind, forcing it to replay endlessly the images of my soap-slicked erection and how close her lips came to tasting the fullness of my turgid tool. Her ears begin blasting an amalgamation soundtrack of my masturbatory utterances and lust-induced statements regarding her. Time slips away through the repeated ebbs and flows of her many orgasms that follow the titanic initial flood. Exhausted and sated at last, she lies on top of her covers, spread eagle and drenched in sweat. Unbeknownst to her, I stand in her doorway, having just watched her final throes of ecstasy. The towel drops from my hand. I stand there cumshot naked and slack jawed, cock again fully erect. I cannot believe what I have just witnessed. I can’t believe how hot she looks naked, nor can I believe she cried out my name just as she came that final time. Team Rocket grunts were causing quite the chaos in Azalea Town, as they tried to steal Pokémon and valuables from inhabitants in a rather bold operation. As the attack happened in the morning, the townspeople were caught by surprise. Amongst them was a young man of a relatively fragile appearance named Stephen. His face trembled in fear, not just from the severity of the situation, but also from the thought of what might happen if he released the occupant of the only Poké Ball he had on him. A Machop that took fighting too seriously. He used to be under the guidance of a strong martial arts master. However, a local mobster had attacked the old man at his home. Stephen was caught in the crossfire, but his asian appearance, as if fated, distracted the attackers, who had already japan killed the amateur Machop's owner, sufficiently to allow the Machop to unleash his fury. By the end of his horrific revenge, the men would have drastically altered anatomies, and Stephen had a strange protector- the Machop may have felt that the boy was too weak to survive on his own, and, still under some influence of his departed master's noble teachings, wished to go with the boy. The creature, although at peak physical condition even for a Machop, and being taller than an average specimen, had suffered severe mental stress, which would shape his view on the world and himself, almost from the moment of his master's death. As he gradually entered puberty, the Machop began experiencing sexuality. A sign of evolution becoming closer and closer, he would find arousal in something that was dangerous: combat, injury and destruction. Stephen wished to help the Pokémon that had protected him by providing conditions for the Pokémon to train himself- ranging from sandbags, dummies and instructional video tapes. However, during these training sessions, the Machop would get an erection. Stephen had seen this, and thought of this as weird, but would not say anything. He had no clear idea of what was normal for a human when it came to sexual matters, let alone a Pokémon. What was happening, in fact, was that the unbridled violence Machop had resorted to on that fateful day, became the focal point of his sexuality. Stephen remembered the first time the Machop had truly shocked him out of his wits, before he gripped that Poké Ball, having no other choice, as a few thugs advanced at him and a group of other people: The young man, not really cut out for a true Pokémon Trainer journey due to health reasons, had attempted to reach a Pokémon researcher that had at tits that point, been studying the health of wild Pokémon on routes close to Goldenrod. He hoped to find a job as one of his assistants, since he had picked up a lot of general medical knowledge from his stays at hospitals. At one point, he heard a loud voice calling him out: ˝Hey, you there! Let’s fight! ˝ Turning his head to face the source of the voice, the brown-haired male noticed a trainer with a very excited, and confident look on his face. He wore a cap turned backwards. Stephen was no trainer, and despite having that one Poké Ball, his response was predictable: ˝I do not fight…this Pokémon had lots his master…I was accidentally there…now it’s with me.˝ ˝Wimp! You’re scared of losing, huh? Call the Pokémon out, or I will make you!˝, the trainer was very aggressive. Stephen tried to stay calm and responded persistently: ˝I’m no Trainer, again. Don chuckled as he replied, "Just putting the snooty little bitch in her place; which isn't near as high as she thinks it is. I may have to deal with a pissed off Pressley, too, but I don't give a shit, Ken. If that one fuckin' woman ruins this whole reunion, asian I'll see to it that both of them get their asses kicked." I shuddered and buried into her. I’m old enough to know the difference between infatuation and the real thing. “What will you two be doing, video games? Please cum in me you mother fucking asshole! Maybe this was all about him wanting my business. Later that day, I got a text from Blossom that the contract should be ready to sign by me in five days. She leaned back, her tits heaving as she sucked in hair. The guy who asked followed John wanting to see more of the Chateau. His sister raised her eye brows in look that said, "really? Doing anything to that Walker boy meant exposing his son to shame. Tracy clicked on the caption of a picture and the screen popped open with a bunch of pictures of girls and women, most of them naked. “This cumshot is what I was talking about this is a cock. Last Monday changed my life. The woman in scrubs brought Holly a pill and a paper cup of water, "Take one of these every four hours for the next week to prevent an infection" she said. Even in this position, with her legs slightly spread, its contours remained intact: the only thing that proved she did in fact have a gender, was a small, barely visible line in the middle, that disappeared into nothing on both sides. You’ve loved them as a man and now it’s time to love them as a parent, and that means getting them ready to set out on their own. She said “girls talk”. She was goooood. Didn’t like her anymore? Around them stood much of his family, Shlee, Mandy, Megan, Alloria, and other familiar faces. “No, not yet,” Aela growled, moving out of reach of my eager mouth. At 13 Becca tits came for the summer and she came with an attitude. I chose japan to take a nap. Then after finishing as much of the meal as she wanted, she leaned over and put her amateur head into my lap and dozed off, tired from the exertions of the day.