I’ll bring your coffees over to you. Enjoy.” It was a good thing she wasn’t claustrophobic. Margaret sat hemmed in by the metal walls of her wedge. One of four in this drum. She faced a quarter-circle of metal dominated by a rounded oblong of black glass about eight inches wide and ten high. Above the panel, a camera was angled downward to point at her face. Walls on either side closed in diagonally and met in a right angle behind her. LEDs on the ceiling and walls washed the cramped space in an even, clinical light. Another camera, mounted at Hardcore head height, stared at her from the wall on the left. She gargled mouthwash until it stung and spat into the little dental bowl that was fixed below the camera. On her right was a screen showing a digital clock, the drum and wedge numbers, and a counter that read 21. She picked up the little water glass and rinsed, then spat that out too. For the comfort of the customers. It certainly wouldn’t do her Big Boobs much good. She set the glass back down in its place. A little chrome spigot refilled it automatically. She twisted one way and then the other, trying to get comfortable. Her shoulders ached from being hunched forward by the corner of the wedge. They threaded their way between drums ringed by executive types and the well-to-do. Nathan nodded and smiled at a few people who mattered. Their table was a metal cylinder about six feet in diameter with four saddle-like japanese stools spaced evenly around it. Nathan put down his briefcase and swung his leg up over the saddle. He was treated to a flash of thigh as Deborah did the same opposite him. A mechanism in the stool moved him forward so his pelvis and thighs were squeezed against the curve of the cylinder. Tom had managed to get through the whole process without interrupting his text conversation. Nathan leaned his elbows on top of the drum and looked at his colleagues. “Is there anything last minute that we need to know about?” Tom didn’t look up, “You got the brief on their likely questions?” “Yes, I read it in the car. Okay, I’d like to go over the main points one more time.” The motor hummed like an electric window and the oblong panel slid downward. creampie An expensively tailored pin-striped crotch filled the gap. She reached out and unzipped it. She found the fly of the underwear and freed the penis, using her thumb to hook under the testicles and pull them out too. She could hear the muffled sound of a conversation above her. It was asian only semi-erect, the head still hooded. More work to do then. The World's First Futa – Futa's Wild Presidency It was why I edited her, to relax people. There seemed to be a constant push from Jai to get my mouth to take more of his penis. Frank laughed. I... just tried to fight my... my impulses, and now... There was only lust now. Great! Zu’gar stood where she was and watched as Lace sauntered away into the city, a bounce in her step and a smile on her lips. “Holy shit, I need a drink,” Trista sat her cigarette in the ashtray and disappeared inside to pour herself a margarita. “Passion.” I muttered. She keeps her cock hilted inside of me as she brings her hand up to my face. “You’re still kind of an asshole, and japanese I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk right for a week. I fully expected his shot to just pass through. She collected the cord between our mouths on her finger, then sucked it clean. One day he was skiing when he noticed a couple of young ladies about 12 and 14, who were off to the side asian of the main run and it appeared that they were struggling with Big Boobs their skis. This, she doesn’t deny. “I will bring you to the Hardcore edge of coming a creampie thousand times, keep you begging for release, and never grant it to you. I realized she was joining me in climactic delight. Beth stood there open mouthed as she blurted out, "You have grown a cock... a fucking huge cock."