my dystopian robot girlfriend shanice

“We’re going to need some of this,” she said, unscrewing the cap. “Lubrication,” she said with a smile, seeing the confused look on my face. She poured a generous handful of oil and slathered it onto my shaft and my balls. She spied the label as she set the bottle down. “Hmm…extra virgin. That’s the only thing in this house tonight that is virgin anything.” I laughed nervously. I remember now my clueless mom never figured out why her bottle of olive oil kept appearing in my bathroom.

Abner drew his sword, and the blade glowed with searing intensity as a sheath of lightning enveloped it. Applying elemental energy to one’s weapon was basic magic, akin to dousing a blade in oil and lighting it on fire, but this was the next stage, the true combination of warrior and elemental magic, more like a white-hot sword pulled out of a forge. It reminded Noah of plasma weapons he had used in the past, capable of cutting through steel like butter, and Aithorn’s spear techniques.

Fuck I need a hole to snort like that~I need a femboy to smother me beneath his fat sweaty ass and make me huff his asshole, he could use my pent up futanari cock like his personal dildo.My bussy is ready to be filled up and used. Please please please let me spread open my ass for your thick hung rod and ravage me with it. Destroy and degraded this useless cumdump and force me to take your thick load after load of heavy creamy cum.