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.

brothers. I do not mind the position,” he said

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 staff. On each downstroke

in my ear and heat at my back surprised me. Master

mind it is on top?”

L A ‘s L I

of one of these wanton sessions had me feeling

be on

little startled and a

had learned a few cuss words 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 now I didn’t think they would take

my ass and fuck

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

allowed me to slow down while fingers explored