“Don't mind Mistress Aingeal,” Zanyia said. “If you want to be Master's sex slave, it's okay. We'll let you join. ass He doesn't get a choice about sex slaves, and you'd make such a beautiful one with that skin.” Carsina blinked. “Sex... slave?” “You don't want to be his sex slave?” Zanyia asked, her voice flat. “Because it's the—” Master Theophil let out a barking throat clear that echoed down the hallway. “The vault, or did you want to just fuck teen him right here, Hardcore right now while the rest of us waste our work time having to listen.” Carsina cheeks blushed darker. “Sorry, Master.” “See, you already know what to call him,” Zanyia grinned. “Enough,” Sven said, his words flat. He placed his hand on Zanyia's head, scratching her between her ears. “Ava... Let's get this over with.” I drew a deep breath and approached the silvery, shimmering brilliance of the vault. I shuddered at the metallic diamond door. My hand shuddered as I touched it, feeling the slick surface. My soul quivered as I felt blowjob the mechanics inside begging for me to control them. I slipped into puppet the controls and unlock the vault. Unlike last time, something quivered in my womb and the machinery responded. The mechanism didn't rebuff me this time. I slipped my control into it with ease. I turned it, my fertilized egg acting as a strange, metaphysical key that fit perfectly into the vault's lock. A loud, shuddering snap rang. The vault door rang like a bell. “Krab's mighty hammer,” breathed Carsina. Theophil grunted, but something sounded... eager. Steve was the first to cum again. It seemed to change shape, it adjusted to fit me as Liz pulled and pushed, the sensation was glorious. “That was-“ but I didn’t get to finish my thought as Dad sat up Hardcore behind me pushing the blankets off of us and turned me onto my stomach. It had been blowjob years since I’d had sex, so I was practically a virgin teen again. “Yes Sir!” Jennie screamed. She looked invitingly vulnerable. “Lauren didn’t really know what she was in for and because I couldn’t work with most of the cats in our class, I went with her for the duo piece I wrote.” Paul continued. You kiss me gently and then lick up the drop of cum on my chin. 
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I shrugged it off. “No, there’s someone in the shed!” Sami kept her motion slow and steady at first before gradually tugging more heavily. She absently stroked it, this hungry look in her eyes. Rushes of velvety delight washed through my body. Daryl felt the inevitable. Amanda was determined to ass never quit on the puzzle, no matter how hard. “We're having a meeting,” I repeated. Despite the tears, and horrible feelings inside me, I still couldn't resist the urge to masturbate to them.