“Taking a huge shit,” Angela replied wistfully, “just sitting down, feeling the porcelain on your ass, and letting loose. The pressure blowing out your sphincter, the oddly-satisfying smell of your own refuse, the decompression in your gut as you-” “Stop!” I yelled, holding up a hand, young “Just, stop. Please.” “I was just trying to get you in the right mindset,” Angela sniggered, “you will be making me a new butthole today.” “And if you want to keep your new butthole, it’ll have to be appealing enough for me to want asian to lick it.” “Would you really do that for me?” Angela asked, batting her eyelashes with sarcastic adoration. “Yes, Angela,” I smiled at her, “when this is all done, I am going to eat the absolute shit out of your butthole.” “You wanna… you wanna rephrase that one?” Angela giggled, covering face. I leaned forward, levelling my eyes with hers until our irises were inches apart. I gave her the most exaggerated expression of lechery I could muster, licked my lips, and whispered, “No.” Angela burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter, and I chuckled along with her as I got back to work. When I told her what we’d have to do to bind her new body, I’d expected her to be as averse japanese to the idea as I’d been at first. She was not. I guessed years of catching me masturbating had warped her sexuality; either that, or she’d been spending way too much time inside the mind of a succubus. Now that she was out of Justina, Angela showed no signs of sexual interest, nor sexual maturity. Maybe it was because she’d never done the acts herself, and didn’t understand the ramifications of them. She didn’t know what it meant to physically want someone, and I didn’t know what it meant to be in love, but what we shared was something few people did. We’d been with each other since the beginning, after all, even before birth, and no bond is stronger than the one formed in the womb. TERA I waited until Willowbud was gone before I made my move. I shuffled quietly down the stairs, listening carefully as I cringed with each creaking footfall. The soft moans of Justina’s morning masturbation alerted me to her whereabouts, but it didn’t sound like Astrid had joined her yet. I took another cautious step, narrowing my eyes, trying to figure out where the Valkyrie was. “Where are you off to?” her voice said from beside me. I jolted with a yelp, undoubtedly looking as guilty as could be. “Breakfast!” I practically yelled, and then added before Astrid could inquire further, “where did Willowbud go?” Astrid shrugged, “Mistress said she needed to make preparations for the championship fight,” then narrowed her eyes, “which we are supposed to be promoting in three hours.” “And I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I flashed a dazzling smile, “I’ll only be gone for an hour.” Astrid looked expectantly at me. The two of us had become more than friends over the past month, and teens she was undoubtedly wondering why she wasn’t invited for breakfast. “Do you want to come? It’s a new vegan restaurant on-” “No, thank you.” Astrid scoffed, walking away and muttering to herself. I knew that would work. I dawned a coat, unhappy with the amount of flesh I was forced to conceal, and made my way onto the brothel district’s busy streets. I took two lefts and a right, jumped the compound wall, and was at my old safehouse. I hadn’t used the thing for century, and it was in rough shape to say the least, but it worked in a pinch, and my dearest twin sister and her Valkyrie friend had put me in quite the fucking pinch last oriental night. I unlocked the door, and slammed it behind me. “Master?” two lustful voices cooed hopefully from the darkness. I pulled a rope, and the sunroof light illuminated my slaves. “Me or my girlfriend. She teens tastes salty and tangy and... dirty. He told her he wanted her to get on so he could play with her tits, promising that the mount does not allow for him to fuck her in anyway. “Kneel.” I had intended to really tease her and make her wait for her first orgasm, I was determined to give her at least five, but I had her screaming in what oriental seemed less than two minutes. It was a foreign sensation she did not know how to react to. “Next year,” said Lizaveta Kuznetsov, her camera in hand, “we're going to young have you star in a porno. I wanted to japanese be able to asian plow my girlfriend in the backseat of a car! This amazing heat that had me gasping and groaning. Taryn turned his face away and closed his eyes, but the orc slapped him again before pushing his dick in the princes mouth. “Oh, ah... well, I’m just—not.” Stephanie explained, as though stating common sense. Of course, he had crap again.