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“Please Brock!” I gasped, looking over my shoulder, “Please put your cock in my slutty asshole!” Brock cut the restraints I had around my wrists. I grabbed his cock with both hands and began to place it to my sphincter, but Brock grabbed my arm and stopped me. “What?! But I-” “I’m not going in dry again, you stupid slut. Make it wet for me.” Brock ordered. I grinned at the orc’s degrading words, “Does the mighty orc chieftain want me to suck his cock?” Brock ran a hand through my platinum hair and smiled back. “Bow to me, Princess.” I turned over and laid between Brock’s legs, gently holding his cock in my hands, staring worshipfully along its glistening length. The miasma of my abused anus filled my nostrils, and yet, my mouth watered. Good god, what is wrong with me? Just suck it, you stupid whore. I brought the head to my mouth and began to lick down the length of the shaft. It was as disgusting as it was delicious, and the idea that I would stoop to such lows somehow only made it more decadent. I lathered him with my tongue until I reached his balls, then took one of his heavy nuts into my mouth, sucking gently. I lingered there for a while, sucking each and licking the space between them, enjoying the hormone-rich musk that filled my sinuses, and the soft flesh that leaked his salty flavor upon my tongue. I withdrew his testicle from my mouth and held both in my hand, gently massaging them as I licked his shaft from the base to the head in one stroke, my eyes subservient and adoring when they met his at the peak. My heart thundered as I parted my lips about his apex. I opened my mouth so wide that my jaw began to ache, and brought as much of him as I could into me. Oh, how good it felt to have him inside me once more! My other mouth drooled down my trembling thighs, its hunger a deep ache of desire. I expressed my gratitude and need with my wriggling tongue and bobbing head, my eyes locked with his above the seal of my lips. I was dismayed to see an expression of disappointment cross his face. “I thought that you’d have at least given head before.” Brock grumbled, taking my head in his massive hands, “Here, let me teach you.” Brock pushed the back of my head forward, forcing his thick cock down my throat until his balls pressed against my chin. I gagged and choked, my esophagus clinging tightly to his shaft, reflux burning in my chest. I panicked for a moment as I thought I was going to puke, but I regained control of my gag reflex at the last second. Brock moaned with pleasure, his head tilting back, his dreads cascading down his shoulders. I smiled tearfully around my consumption, a sense of immeasurable pride swelling with me. As agony turned to pleasure, I ventured forward, taking him deeper and deeper down my throat. Spit leaked from my lips and oozed down my chin, hanging in strings before my bulging gullet. Back and forth, back and forth I took him, my throat stretching to accommodate him, my resistances relaxing, squeezing him with gentle warmth. Oh, how it turned me on to feel him pressing inside my neck, to taste him with every surface of my soft mouth. My thighs were saturated and quivering, moans humming from my sealed lips. What a whore I had become. God, it felt so right. Without any warning, Brock drove my face against his groin, the sweet stink of his loins wafting into my nose, his cock pulsing delectably. I didn't say anything. We were at the Zoo Center, looking at a rhino that Lorraine had just transformed. “Well, they won’t seem cool ‘till you’ve read the comic,” Brian admitted, removing the helmet and running a hand through his hair. I think you will enjoy it. Dave is always complimentary towards Jackie and would do just about anything for her, if she asked.
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- Yes, I am ... This heat rushed through me. I groaned, my thighs clenching around Kyleigh's face. Should I push her away? While trying to kill me, he burned down the house where my little sister and parents slept. It shook and bounced, a red hand mark instantly marked her pale skin.
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