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.

do not mind the

started to canter my ass seductively up and down. I hoped the group behind me was enjoying

ear and heat at my back surprised me.

it is on top?”

N G E L A ‘s L I B

of these wanton sessions had me feeling

should be on top of me, Master Kein,

a little startled

use them. Fear it would make my Masters angry had stifled my creative spirit. Right now I didn’t think they would take me

up my ass and

me. Christof seemed to think it was funny; he Laughed. The voices behind us were discussing whether what I had suggested was possible. They

allowed me to slow down