amirah adara & isabella chrystin
“I took your self-hatred, and I made it self-love. Now love and hate walk hand-in-hand in you, just like pleasure and pain.” Lucy forked her index and pinky finger to open my slit, and pushed her middle and ring inside. I gasped, my head falling back, my eyes widening. “There’s no greater freedom then being a slave.” Lucy whispered as I whined pathetically, “For once choice is removed, then there’s nothing to worry about. You can’t be blamed for your actions, so you can enjoy the consequences of them without guilt. Once you realize there is no low you can’t stoop to, you become limitless.” “Please!” I begged, “Let them be!” Her fingers rubbed my anal wall from the other side, the knuckles pushing into the ribbed erogenous spot on my ceiling. She controlled me from within, turning me into a debauched puppet whose hips twisted at the whim of her fingers. I whined and pleaded, gasped and groaned, my back stretching and arching, my arms flexing high above me. Lucy’s breath was heavy against my neck, her crotch was pressing into my ass, grinding with my pathetic undulations. “And when I took you back to earth, you were a new woman.” Lucy hissed, “No more hiding in the shadows for you. You were the life of the party, the girl with no limits, the slut who didn’t know the word ‘no.’ Tattoos, piercings, cocaine, molly, cock, pussy; you didn’t care, just as long as it gave you that thrill.” “Yes!” I sobbed, my eyes streaming with my pleasure and self-debasement. “You were magnificent, Becky.” Lucy growled, her fingers pushing against my back wall as she pet me from the inside, stimulating my vacant rectum, shooting searing pleasure deep into my nethers, “You would’ve died like an exploding star, and taken your rightful place beneath me here. But then you became a mother, and that all changed. Oh, you relapsed every once in a while, but you weren’t the same. But that’s OK now, because I know the truth.” “What?!” I cried out, my voice ragged with pleasure, “What truth?” “It’s not the right time, Becky.” “Please!” I begged, “Please just let them go!” “I know you want to believe you’re being a martyr for your children.” Lucy’s tone almost sounded consoling, “But I know the truth about you, Becky. Your protests are part of the persona you play, because deep, deep down, you’re begging me to let you stoop to the lowest a mother can go.” Lucy held her unoccupied hand before me, and a collar materialized in her red palm. On that collar, glinting gold in the hellish light, was a dogtag with the name ‘Pet’ inscribed. My mind flooded with emotion, and it overflowed from my eyes. I turned over my shoulder to look at Lucy, my expression wrought with pathetic hope. “Do you mean it?” I muttered, voice hoarse. “Of course, I do, I made a promise, didn’t I?” Lucy smiled affectionately, “But you have to prove yourself… Pet.” My body teemed with the pleasure coerced from within, and expressed it with the pathetic shifts of my hips. Only my mind remained completely unsullied, but Lucy wouldn’t allow me even that much. Oh, how I wanted to give her the last of myself. Oh, how I ached to become the thing etched on that dogtag. I might’ve kept my last shred of dignity, but Lucy sensed it before I could strengthen it, and she did something I had no chance of resisting. It was now after midnight. The four of us all having sex with each other. I’m trying really hard not to make any noise but the lady is peeling off the teddy and her nipples are stiff and her tits are springy and Cindy has my cock pulled out and she’s rubbing it with vigor! Then a voice broke in and informed them that they had broken their sacred vow to keep their silence from everyone, even from their mates. “It’s not bad,” he said, making eye contact with her.
mer filmer
you can't be too horny. Just let it happen . . . I think you'll like it." "Can I watch you Daddy? I mean can I pull up my top and watch you touch my boobs?" " Call them titties honey . . . I like that word better and if you want to pull up your top please do . . .
The last time it was all about the sexual act, there was little gentle touch. Laura opened her lips to take his cock into her mouth and began dutifully sucking on it. "That doesn't mean you won't be able to cum, though." Ealaín didn't mind that I was Kora's favorite. It started with just someone getting a quick peek, but as we discussed it, the idea quickly grew. She enjoys going to the Hawk every single day, plus she likes working for Jennifer.
Comments (0)