She fell to her knees, legs parted, fingers working her fuckhole. He watched her masturbate, his smile cruel and mocking. After a while, he said, “I know you can’t help it princess, but your whorish display has made me erect. My cock requires servicing.” She mewled in distress. She was a virgin; she had never been penetrated in any hole before. But... she must be useful. Looking up at her sorcerer for approval, she parted his robes and extracted his hard cock from his undergarments. He looked at her lips, and she obediently opened up and took his cock into her mouth and began to suck. She orgasmed before he did, and her tits, which were pressing against his leg, bulged with new growth. But he was still fucking her mouth, so he looked at her and said, “Keep going. I must be sure.” Unhappily, she kept playing with her pussy, and found a second orgasm just as the sorcerer groaned and bucked his hips, and then ejaculated in her mouth. She tried to pull away but he gripped her hair, holding her face tightly against his balls, and she had no choice but to swallow his seed. When he was done, he inspected her swollen fuckbags. He stroked them and squeezed them in ways that made her want to finger her cunt even more. And after some minutes of this, he obtained the result he was apparently looking for - he squeezed her left tit, pulling his fingers from the base of her breast down to her nipple, and suddenly a little trickle of milk leaked from the nipple. “Good,” was all he said, and turned to leave. After that, none of Ellie’s clothes fit anymore. Her tits were just too big. They had grown to the point where she was no longer just big-titted, but remarkably so. Her breast size would be one of the first things japanese anyone would remember about her. She sent messengers to the seamstresses to find out how her new dresses were coming, and was told that Erlanthor had put amateur the work on hold japan as he didn’t want new fabric designs interfering with his work undoing the curse. In the end, she was forced to go about her day with her tits constantly bared. The name “Princess Fuckmelons” had gotten around to the point that everyone called her that now, except directly to her face. And every night, Erlanthor would visit her, stare at her until she undressed, get her to mount her bed asian on all fours, and then place a bucket under her breasts and painfully milk her. Each day she produced a little more milk. Afterwards, Erlanthor would have her “relieve the pressure she had caused in his cock” by public sucking it. In the middle of the week, he made her give another masturbatory demonstration of how the curse made her tits grow, and after that her milk came more freely, and Erlanthor moved to milking her twice a day, mornings and night. By the end of the week she was coming to look forward to the milkings, as her tits would feel heavy and painfully full of milk as the scheduled hour came around. Erlanthor was not the only one who violated her over this period. Three of the court noblemen had both understood her new vulnerability, and found the nerve to take advantage of it. Two of them would stop her on her way back to her bedchamber after holding court and ask her if she knew of a way to make their cocks feel good. Compelled to be useful, she would kneel and suck on them - sometimes masturbating one while sucking the other, sometimes letting one fuck her cleavage while she sucked on the second, sometimes letting both enter her mouth at the same time. One of the noblemen was a fan of cumming down her throat, but the other liked to ejaculate on her face and breasts, and she often returned to her bedchamber with a sticky sheen across her cheeks and fuckbags. The third noble, a little cleverer, had been present when the curse was cast, and remembered the words of it. He would visit her bedchamber at night, not bothering to knock, possibly having bribed the guards, and he would say, “Good evening, Princess Fuckmelons. I’m sorry to bother you, but I have a terrible need to breed with a stupid big-uddered cow. I didn’t say anything, and turned my head away. I felt suddenly claustrophobic. “Duty, responsibility, a protective nature… All things that can protect public a person from me. By being willing to take on all the blame, and protect the others, you both showed personality traits that show you’re good people.” Her butt wiggled japanese against his crotch, making amateur it ever so slightly hard. When she came back she had the biggest smile on her face. They were about to leave. Zane quickly rinsed the shampoo from his hair and turned around to find Alexis standing before him. “About---” She stopped and sighed. It felt like I was japan letting you beat me. Now I see that I’ve actually won.” I picked my head back up and made eye-contact with him once more as he continued to lick up and down the back side of my dick. She raced fast, chasing after the stallion. Slowly, I slide my tongue down her log, tasting every bit of her cock. 'Oh! The long lovely legs were stretched awkwardly with her calves being held back and wide open by the my hands as I fucked her love hole. At the same time six smaller analinguses travelled back and forth between six women stuck to the nearby walls. she was still asian crying. in Dallas, under a different account. On Thursday, a day prior to our ‘date’, I called Debra. I checked with Dakota to make sure everything was set up with the jet for an early morning Tuesday departure. It felt wonderful. “My god! The tiny wet spots of drool she left behind, that look of triumph on her face after she ate it all, seeing the motion of her throat as she swallowed, their other friends whooping and jeering… Anju could not resist but touch the tip of it.