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Lick my asshole!~I wish she was sitting on me like that..I'd worship those holes like my life depends on it~It would be fine to give her relief.Come on! Aren't you excited for this, trainer?~Guhhh... Fine... We can do it... You're the alpha, after all... I'll do what you wish..S-someone save me!! O-oh god.! Not more people.!!!Looks like Serbia's in heaven~Luffy slowly and eerily fades into existance* (imma kms)Recording thus for money,I'm not even gonna question about it,robby legs is thiner than his balls :sob:I'm witnessing this as I run out of teleportation energy (I'm eepy) hope I make it out in one piece.

Daddy slowly started working his way deeper, and it was as incredible as it always was! He took his time, more than he really needed to even, but I think he didn't want Mom to think he was hurting me. That was fine by me. Soon enough I was taking the whole thing anyways, more than nine thick inches of incredible Daddy cock spreading me open, making me shudder and moan! God, Daddy was incredible! And getting to do it right in front of—on top of!—Mommy, made it even better! Already I could feel the pressure mounting inside me, building and building, and I let go with a trembling wail as he made me cum for him, clutching hard to the sides of Mommy's tits, taking her soft, pale flesh into my mouth and biting her—not too hard, but enough to make her gasp loudly as I did it. I tightened my bite just a little bit more, enough to make her whimper cutely until my orgasm faded and I was willing to let her go, kissing her softly better on the marks I'd just left.

The fights continued, but they were becoming more and more drawn out. The weakest combatants had all been culled in the first three rounds, and now the remaining warriors were going at it with everything they had. Eventually, Noah’s first target entered the arena. He was a young man, spirited and garbed in plate mail, having won his fights with hard-won determination and effort. His name was Falco. Noah followed him outside, the warrior unaware of his presence. On the other end of the ring, his opponent arrived, another man, a few inches taller and years older, wearing dark clothes and an amused smirk upon seeing Falco. Both were brawlers, entering the ring without weapons.