A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“It really has been much too long,” Damien commented. “You are acting like Hannah when she has been too long between meals. Stop resisting and let us pleasure you. We will not put a baby in your belly again.”

“You were a sex slave before,” Kein informed me as he Licked at my ear.

“You are not that anymore, but we still need to give you pleasure.”

“It will keep you healthy,” came the muffled commentary from between my legs.

I relaxed. They were just being generous. Hopefully they knew what made babies and we weren’t doing that.

Evan dragged his tongue lazily over the entrance to my womanhood until it was wet and slick. My legs relaxed and he pushed them farther apart tracing the opening and occasionally entering with his tongue.

I

too long, much too

said running his fingers over the wrinkled skin

I moaned as I felt oiled fingers slipping past

their plug in and out. It ached and burned at first, but Bane knew what he

roughly. Evan was under me in a flash pulling my needy core down to his mouth. In this position he could suck and flick my clit

noted I was grabbing skin. I had a naked and very aroused man beneath me. The contact with his warm flesh was an aphrodisiac. I rubbed

in my ass was relentless. I rode it until I was begging Bane for his cock. A Low chuckle was

I came on Evan’s mouth. Nothing I was saying made

A ‘s L

and cried kissing and licking the turgid shaft in front