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It was as heartwarming as it was heartbreaking, and it made me incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of pussy abusing her. “Astrid?” I asked softly, scooching across the bed. Her wings parted slightly, revealing two blue eyes between the feathers. “Yes… Mistress?” Astrid asked, her voice small. “Don’t call me that.” I said, putting a gentle hand on her wing, making sure my seductive touch was turned off. The bed we were on was plush and soft, undoubtedly cushioned enough to prevent shower our voices from vibrating against the stone floor it rested upon, and into Willowbud’s ears. I listened for the sounds of Willowbud making breakfast in the kitchen, and then brought my face close to Astrid and Angela’s. “Have you guys made any progress with Corruption?” I whispered. “No,” Angela whispered back, snuggling her head between Astrid’s ample breasts, “I’ve been searching Justina’s memories for books on astral beings, but she doesn’t know much about Sentients.” I thought about correcting Angela, but I decided against it; the girl didn’t need to know the truth about Corruption, or herself. Not yet. “When did you see her last?” Astrid asked, petting Brunette Justina’s hair from Angela’s face, and embracing the succubus affectionately. “Just now,” Angela said, smiling up at the Valkyrie, “when Willowbud threatened to seal your anus shut; I don’t think she would have said that without Corruption. Astrid, your tits are really comfy.” “I’m glad you like them,” Astrid smiled warmly back, “Mistress used to put her head there and sleep, before… you know…” she trailed off, her face dropping into one of melancholy. My heart ached just a bit more. “Astrid,” I said, putting a hand on her shoulder, “I promise that I’ll be gentle with you today. No whips and chains; just you and the crowd. You can do a little dance for teen them masturbation or something.” “No whips and chains?” Astrid asked, “That’s… that’s nice, I guess. Thank you, Tera.” Astrid was as naked with her emotions as any woman I’d known, and the expression of disappointment painted across her face was as vivid as could be. She so badly wanted to retain her status as the honorable winged-warrior, but she couldn’t deny her newfound masochism. I giggled at her attempt to seem pleased with my mercy, and cupped her endearingly on the cheek. “Of course,” I smiled into her blue eyes, “I could tie you down and whip you until you piss yourself in front of half the city.” Astrid bit her lip, an excited smile stretching across her mouth. She would never say she wanted it that way, but she didn’t have to. At this rate, Willowbud would have the Astrid she wanted in no time at all, and I couldn’t say that I didn’t like her better this way. I grinned back. This was going to be fun. BRANDON amateur For the better part of last night, Gloria and I had wracked our brains to find a way of contacting Angela without being detected by Willowbud. We eventually decided that the best way to do it, was to simply walk in. I would reprise the role I’d lived my entire life (just some fucking guy), and my near-magical ability to be the most ignorable person on earth would allow me to pose as a patron in Willowbud’s brothel. We stopped in front of The Screeching Siren, and Gloria put her hands on my shoulders and turned me around “Ok,” Gloria sighed, handing me the astral gemstones, “tell me what you’re going to do.” “First, I find Justina,” I said, reciting the plan for the tenth time, “I wait for an opportunity, and then approach her when Willowbud is far away.” I see you got Barb all set up…. Thinking she was not being watched, I would catch her quickly giving her nipples a pinch, or rubbing her hand across the crotch of her jeans, not seeming to understand why. M-ah!” As the Zeltron passed by me, she gave a little smile and a wink, far from unexpected in my mind. “You really think so? It hit her, and shower she felt a wave of sadness come over her. For those less affluent men across the galaxy who cannot afford enough sponsorship to pay for sex with me, but still crave some personal connection, this cheaper option is available. Mr. Wolfe placed the cloth back into the basin and looked at her. As I walked up, the girl teen finished her phone call in anger and stressfully looked at me and with a sigh, said hello. Every once in Brunette a while someone would squeeze past me and cop an accidental feel but I had some experience avoiding and redirecting the worst of this behavior from my last year waitressing at Eddie Z’s. Around 9 o’clock the mood started to change. “That tasted nice and now you will last a bit longer for May”. I drew again and as I felt his hot lips liquidly sliding down and up the entire length of my tingling dong. He put his hands on her shoulders, gently extricating himself. I had shorts on and my cock was throbbing. “A strain in his rear left leg,” I answered. masturbation Toby looks over surprised. “Come on, Hijiri, you shouldn’t sit amateur on the floor like that. *Let me know in the comments what content you pussy would prefer for next chapter* “You're an angel?” If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read.