I’m nothing but your breeding bitch!” I wrenched on her hair, forcing her chin to jut to the ceiling, her neck striating with tension. I licked her from nipple to ear, then plunged my tongue into her mouth. She was competitive even in her defeated state, her tongue dancing in a slithering contest, her mouth devouring still. I kneaded her anal flesh against my cock, rubbing back and forth along her division. Her pussy clamped down on me, her netherlips sucking me in, her moist grip pumping with my cock. She screamed in my mouth and her legs splayed out wide, her glutes squeezing my molesting hand, but her loins opening up, allowing me the last few inches of depth. I hit her bottom, punching her final sphincter with each ferocious thrust. Her tongue went limp in my mouth. Her violet eyes rolled back. Her face flushed with color, and she droned stupidly from her parted lips, strings of my saliva leaving them. “Oh my god.” She gasped, seeming to look right through me. All tension within her melted, her tight limbs succumbing to the lassitude of ecstasy, her resistances opening all blowjob the creampie way to the bottom. Every thrust I delivered shot a mindless squeak from her lips, and they became louder and higher, more joyous, more desperate. She undulated against me like a dancer, her belly rolling in sinuous grace, her hips rocking, stirring her taut womanhood around me, stretching her already ruined channel. I could feel her pulse accelerating from the inside, accompanying her panting breaths, her high notes of euphoria coming louder and louder, and mine were joining! The roil in my balls had become a boil, then a churning that built through my taint and clogged in my cock, the pressure mounting, the pleasure growing, growing, compelling me to thrust into her like animal, rolling atop her, holding her down by her throat, smashing into her like I wanted to drive her into the earth. She screamed around her constricting throat, still oscillating in her possessed wave, the end of each motion bringing my cock all the way inside, hitting the entrance to her womb, dilating it. I could barely hold myself upright. The rage of my lust was quelled by the ecstasy, the orgasm that stayed inside me, building past the point where I could contain it any longer, and yet, there was no release! I dropped to my elbow, brought to prostrate atop my woman, this Adrianna, this whore, this goddess. All I could do was thrust and thrust, desecrating her convulsing insides, growling and yelling for mercy as she screamed for it, but we could not give it to each other, trapped in a torture of ecstasy, losing our minds! With asian the last of my strength I buried myself to the hilt inside her, and exploded. “Fuck!” Adrianna screamed, her teeth gritted, tears cornering her eyes. She thrashed her head back and forth, her body writhing to expel the ecstasy surging through her. I was there with her, growling and heaving, my entire essence emptying from my cock and draining into her open womb. She clawed at my back, her spine arching from the ground, her chin tilting so that she could howl mindlessly to the rafters above. Then the feeling diminished, and my thrusts eased, and when the last of my cum had been taken, I rolled off her, my cock slipping out to smack exhaustedly upon my thigh. Adrianna’s breaths decelerated, and became steady pants, her breasts heaving gently with her inflating diaphragm. Certiok knelt beside her, and with an adoring grin, she guided Adrianna to grasp her knees, then reached beneath her, and tilted her pelvis toward the ceiling to ensure that every bit of me drained into her womb. “Did you enjoy the show?” Adrianna croaked. Her eyes were blue again. “It was magnificent.” Certiok crinkled her nose in a smile, and kissed Adrianna deeply. CERTIOK Only a few months ago, the matriarchs wouldn’t have even known my name. The Protaki were so inconsequential that we might’ve as well teen have been one of the Maple tribes for all they cared. When the Terdini coopted us, the matriarchs saw me as nothing but the prize whore for Brock’s son. When Brock was named Froktora, their opinion of me was only worsened, for I was still a Protaki whore in their eyes, only I’d suddenly become a threat. They saw me differently now. My idiot nephew tampered with things he shouldn't have and has caused you discomfort. She had lost one of her shoes that night, but had gotten home without suffering abuse. "Do you trust me, Dan?" he asks. Emily asked me if it was good. So what do we need?” And we started to discuss and made a list of more or creampie less necessary roles our harem should contain. She began to blow me in earnest. Just enjoy your last hours here. She asian lifted off my erection momentarily looked at me to judge my reaction then started again, with more enthusiasm. 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