A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“No, stop, that’s gross, Master Evan,” I begged dropping my hips until my wetness Lay over Christof’s cock.

“And you love it Ciara. You make more Lubrication when I do that, don’t deny it. I’d know you are lying,” he said arrogantly.

“Is it ready, brother?” Master Kein asked winding a hand in my hair.

I was irked by how easily they seemed to get me worked up. I huffed and raised myself over Christof. I aimed his Length and slid down over it.

“Yes, I’m ready, Master Kein,” I said starting to shift my hips.

“What are you doing, Ciara?” Master Damien asked watching me curiously.

I didn’t have a good answer for that. I was doing what we always did, I was just on top. Christof groaned and answered for me.

me great pleasure, brothers. I do not mind the

on either side of his shoulders and started to canter my ass seductively up and down. I hoped the group behind me was enjoying the show as I slid on Christof’s

in my ear and heat at my back surprised me.

mind it

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in control of one of these wanton sessions had me feeling empowered. I looked back over my shoulder at

be on top of

looked a little startled and

from Fuji. In the past I’d been very careful not to use them. Fear it would make my Masters angry had stifled my creative spirit. Right

ass and fuck me,” I whispered back

he Laughed. The voices behind us were discussing whether what I had

slow down while fingers explored