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Yavara grinned evilly at me, that implacable glint returning to her eyes. She brought my face to hers in a sudden kiss, and she devoured my mouth as though trying to taste the extent of my violation on the buds of my tongue. I returned the kiss with wide eyes, lost in my duality of hedonism and panic, teetering on the edge. Could I succumb fully to the lecherous creature as she red had? Could I discard my morals, my ideals, my very conscience just to taste the sweetest, deadliest fruit? No. No, I was not made like her. But she could change me. She cumshot could mold me into this dark jewel of her dark kingdom, this whore of whores, this demon of lust without limits or mercy. I would become that for her. Only for her. Yavara broke the kiss, her breath shallow and heated, her wild eyes traversing my face. She suddenly seized head my arms, and spun me about the axis of Brock’s cock. I screamed, feeling every bump and vein of him digging against my twisting rectum until I was resting on my back, staring up at him. “Look at yourself.” Yavara whispered in my ear, her lips touching the point. She grappled with my arms until they were forced behind my facial head, pushing my face forward, “Watch what he does to you. lingerie “Oh my, it seems I’ve forgotten it, mistress. Unlike some of the Gaianesian prisoners her markings are fully purple. I head turned on the vibrator, kissed her neck and lips and sucked her hardened nipples as i grabbed her ass and wrapped a hand around her thoat. She knew that you could drink human urine in an emergence but she never though that she'd ever showed in it. Mr Kennedy hadn’t red mentioned orgies in his list of ground rules for the evening but I was fairly sure he wouldn’t have approved. Now she bent forward slightly and raised her butt a few inches. Not wanting to cumshot complicate the issue. Because what I saw looking back at me was not a skinny excuse for a male. Tom just got completely obliterated. I was a very outspoken girl. She facial giggled and squirmed in his lap, rubbing her warm buttocks on his lap, causing an embarrassing erection. It was the Rebel fleet, all right. I fantasized that it was probably no different than me enjoying the sight of a guy’s head in between my thighs . . . “So where do you want to go from here?” I asked looking over her outline and especially at the words lingerie . . . It was then she sensed that the young man riding her saddle was about to reach his peak.