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.

pleasure, brothers. I do not mind the

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 I ground

ear and heat at my back surprised me. Master

do not mind it

G E L A ‘s L I

wanton sessions had me feeling empowered. I looked back over my shoulder at Master Kein and

you think someone should be on top of me, Master Kein, get

little startled and

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

up my ass and fuck me,” I whispered

it was funny; he Laughed. The voices behind us were discussing whether what I had suggested was possible. They hadn’t asked about doing

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