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Beta Experience (CND)

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Twisted Sexuality

Super-Earth
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Jul 26, 2012
Isaac rose an eyebrow as he watched the last of the workmen finish hooking up the pod in his basement. When Isaac had been told he would be beta testing a whole new gaming experience, this wasn't what he had in mind. Never in a million years did he expect workmen to come here with this large thing and install it. Apparently this was what the game was played with.

It had been a couple of months ago when Isaac initially joined the contest, the winners getting to beta test a whole new gaming system. What the contest didn't mention was it was a Virtual Reality system. Top of the line according to the document the workmen gave him. Apparently it created worlds so realistic, one could almost believe they were truly there. Of course, talk was cheap. Paying the game for himself would definately show how good this game was. Though since this was a beta test, he could expect some bugs or something of the sort.

The workman wiped the sweat from his brow, finally finished. He walked over to Isaac, clipboard in hand. "There you are. Sign here will you? Just a waverincase anything goes wrong." Isaac rose an eyebrow. Then again, it was virtual reality, and the form was a standard form. Surely they tested these pods for safety before sending them out right? This was just to test the game. He nodded and signed, the workman giving him a polite nod before leaving. "Have fun." the young man nodded as he left.

He looked over at the pod before him. Slick and streamlined, a glass lid showed him the comfortable leather seat he would be laying in. Pretty nice, and it was all his to keep. One could only imagine what power it would require. He glanced at the documents he was given. Just sme tips on getting the pod to work, nothing on the game itself. Apparently it was some sort of fantasy title, and tutorials would be provided within to help him start off. Sounds simple enough. Besides, he was here to play, not to read.

Following the instructions, he opened the pod up and climbed inside. Taking off his shoes, the instructions recommended against tight clothing. Unfortunately, since his clothes were mainly loose, he decided to take off his shirt and pants as well, leaving him in his underwear. The pod was in his basement, who would know? He sat back in the pod, taking the numerous sensors and connecting them around his body. They fit rather comfortably. He laid back, pressing a button as the lid closed with a soft "click". It was time for the gaming experience to begin.
 
The moment the lid closed the world around Issac went black. It took a few moments for the pod to first come to life. It hummed low and soft at the beginning as suddenly there was a bright, white light around him. It may have taken him a few moments to realize it, but he was now inside the programs virtual reality system. A female voice came from no-where, it's automatronic voice echoing through the empty room. "Welcome to Xerkes Virtual Reality System," it begun. "Please listen carefully to the following notes about the software."

The voice changed suddenly, now a man's voice ringing through the empty room. "Warning. If you have risk of heart attack, stroke, epilepsy or another other type of severe medical problem, please disconnect from the system and see a doctor right away." The voice waited half a minute to hear a command, when nothing was uttered, the male voice continued. "Here is the tutorial. As you should be aware, your body is now attached to the system through a multitude of electrodes contacting your nerves. You will feel everything but there will be no damage done to your actual form. Death is not permanent and the system will save your progress the moment you disconnect. Please now follow the next list of instructions to make sure your system is functioning properly."

In the white room a red marker appeared, floating a few feet above the ground. "Please walk to the marker." When Issac touched the marker the voice sounded again. "Good job." Suddenly a goblin like creature appeared a few feet away, the same red marker above it's head. A sudden weight pressed down on his back and a pack was now visible, also, a blade hung at his hip. "Please take your weapon and swing at the monster." The tutorial went on like this for another short while, outlining basic movements, jumps, how to use magic and potions. As soon as he finished all the tasks it set out for him the voice boomed in the room. "Thank you for your purchase of Xerkes Virtual System, and please, enjoy your game."

The white disappeared, the voice disappeared and Issac was suddenly dropping at what must've felt a million miles an hour until he landed dead center of a medieval cell. He wore nothing but a loose pair of ragged pants, and there were three lockpicks laying next to him in the dank room that smelled like rot and sick.

"I hope you're comfortable there, worm," spat the voice of a woman, standing outside of his cell. She was obviously a guard of sort, even if her armor left her belly and her thighs completely exposed, the metal only covering up the most important of places. "You've got a long sentence to serve for stealing that horse." She taunted more, before laughing and walking away, her voice echoing down the hall as she tormented other prisoners like himself.

A message flashed before his eyes: Find a way to escape your cell. His first objective.
 
Quite a simple tutorial as end would expect. Follow the instructs, defeat the goblin, ect ect. The usual gaming fare. Though Isaac had to admit, this was pretty good so far. The quality of the weapon and the goblin he battled looked pretty well done. One could appreciate the amount of work that went into getting the detail done.

And that appreciation was even greater when the game proper began. A dark, dank cell. He could feel the cold, the rough stone, he could smell the rot. This really was immersive. He had to admit, for first impressions, this game was making a very, very good one. His eyes turned to the cruel, but he had to admit attractive guard. God bless designers for making women scantily clad. So, he was here for stealing a horse huh? As he watched the objective flash before his eyes, he knew what he had to do.

He walked to the cell door, peeking through the bars to see the guard tormenting the other prisoners. He looked through the cell, finding the three lock picks. He made a face at the grime on them, but picked them up. Naturally the idea was to pick the lock and slip out. However, an idea formed in his mind, a way to test the game. Checking me last time to see if the guard was paying any attention to him, he quietly picked the lock, rather easily than he thought. Well, this WAS the beginning after all.

Now for the second part of his plan. Logic dictated that he'd open the door and slip out. But this wasn't Isaac's plan. He laid by the door. Curling up, his back to the door. He let out a loud groan, like a man in pain, loud enough to definately get the guard's attention. The old "pretend to be sick" routine. Let's hope te guard fell for it.
 
The guard's knee high metal boots clanked down the hallway as she walked, on closer inspection they had three inch heels attached to the bottom, making her look that much sexier-- obviously impractical though, but it was a game. He let out a groan and the hall seemed to go quiet. Little to his knowledge, the guard had stopped her tormenting to look back towards his cell. The woman strutted back, her long legs clicking along the floor as she approached.

As she drew closer the second time he was able to get a good look at her. She was a taller woman, but most of that was thanks to her heels. Her skin was tanned very gently, like a pale caramel. The woman had a pair of rather heavy looking breasts that just barely fit inside of her metal top, and her round ass seemed to have a similar problem as well. Although she wore a face-less helmet it was easy to see the dark chocolate colored hair that was braided down her back, loose strands swept back to stay out of her face. A face that was remarkably well detailed; her eyes were a shade of grey, her lips plump and tinted a rosey color, and as she came close it was obvious that there was a small amount of silver makeup above her eyes.

The guard stopped before his cell, eying him up and down, her hand not yet resting on the hilt of her wicked looking mace. "Everything all right in there, prisoner?" She sneered, kicking a booted foot against the cell. He would feel the ringing from the metal, every little thing to make it real. When she didn't get a reply quick enough she went for the lock, but found it already open. "Tsk, tsk, prisoner. Trying to escape are we?"
 
Isaac, through the red hair that fell over his face, was able to get a better view of the guard that had approached. However designed this game definately had a detail for women. She was very attractive. He tried not to look at her breasts, barely squeezed into that to, instead focusing on her face. He kept close to the door, waiting for her to approach the cell.

Her sneer was going to make this all the more satisfying when he put his plan into motion. Naturally, she found the door locked, mocking his little attempt to escape. Of course, didn't she ever wonder why he would willingly get her attention if he was planning to escape? Or try to escape if he was ill? Beneath his hair, a wicked smile spread across his face.

"Yep," was his reply as he lashed out with a foot. Just as he expected, the door opened outwards, slamming into the guard. With a great deal of agility, the tattooed young man sprung to his feet, closing in on her and grabbing her, dragging her into the cell, making sure to keep her hands away from that nasty looking mace. "And while I'm at it, give you a little taste of your own medicine," he chuckled, pushing her back against the wall.
 
The guard made a soft noise as she was flung across the hall and into another set of cell doors. A few of the other prisoners cheered as they saw her taken down a peg. She seemed like nothing more than a rag doll as he dragged her into the cell. She grunted as her back hit the wall again, looking down at Issac through a few loose strands of her dark hair.

Unfortunately for Issac this guard was the guard captain and a fair-few levels above him. Her heeled boot kicked out, knocking the man back across the room as her hand went to her wicked mace, an evil grin on her face as she held it at him, eye-level. "Think you're clever, do you worm?" She hissed at him, before a strong hard surrounded in steel grasped him by his hair, bringing him to his knees.

Blood trickled from the guard's nose and it seemed to anger her further. "Scum! To the dungeons with you.. Nisile will have fun with you."

The guard nearly threw him across the floor and into the hall before her hand grasped his hair again and dragged him down the hall. Each cell was filled with a prisoner. Mostly males, but not all human. The guard dragged Issac down three flights of stairs before she threw him nearly effortlessly into a dark room.

This dark room was similar to the last one he was in, except there was more room and less bars. Torture devices lined the walls and blood splattered across the floor. It did not look like a happy place. The guard sent him one last evil grin before she shut an iron door behind her, locking him in this room with only three candles to light it. For a while there was no sound other than mice scurrying through the walls, hissing and fighting.

Suddenly after what must've been an hour the iron door swung open loudly and another female stepped through. Unlike the guard captain, she wore thin robes with blood smeared across them. She was also pale-- obviously she spent much time in these dungeons, but her hair was nearly black and her eyes were a soft brown. Although her clothing was covered in blood she sent him a gentle smile. "Hello prisoner," she sang sweetly. "I'm Nisile, your... entertainer for the next while." Without words she rose a hand and Issac followed it, being pulled to his feet and pushed back against one of the racks. "You... have been a very bad man, attacking the captain like that." She stalked closer, her magic keeping him pinned before as she pulled leather straps up to keep him in place. "A very bad man..." she cooed.

She tore off his trousers without another word, a pale hand reaching down to grasp his cock roughly. "I do believe I'm going to have to punish you." Her eyes were still connected to his, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
 
Welljusthis damn luck. This guard happened to be a strong one. Despite her frame. The powerful blow sent Isaac sprawling, before he let out a yelp, being dragged by the hair. Well, at least he had gotten. Jump on her at first. That was a plus. Still, in he back of his mind he had to give the creators of this game credit. Even the pain felt realistic.

"To the dungeons?" he spoke smartly as she dragged him along, "I thought I was already in the dungeon?" probably not a smart idea to insult the guard who just kicked his ass, but hey, it was just a game right? Plus seeing the blood from her nose gave him some satisfaction. He gave a smirk to the other prisoners. All guys huh? Where we're the women? Probably in another dungeon or something. As he was dragged down, his eyes widened as he saw the torture devices and blood everywhere. Well snap. He was being taken to a torture chamber. Just great. And then he was left there, unchained or anything. Why? Unfortunately she had left the door locked, so he couldn't simply walk out when she left.

And then this new woman showed up. This Nesile that he guard had mentioned. And all of a sudden, he found himself pinned to a rack. Dammit, a mage? Just great. And here he was, about to get tortured by this no doubt sadistic woman.

And then she grabs his cock...WHAT!?

Isaac was surprised. He had no expected this. He let out a low moan as her surprisingly silky fingers grabbed him, his length nwillingly hardening in her grasp.
 
Nisile grinned at his moan, her deliciously soft fingers continuing to grope at his cock. She seemed impressed as he hardened in her hand. "My, my," she cooed. "Quite the... girth.." She chuckled softly. Giving him a rough tug as her second hand came up to press along his chest. Her hand was extremely hot, nearly burning his skin as she pressed it against him. "What, did you think you were going to enjoy my torture?" She asked softly, dragging the heated hand across his chest and down to join her other hand fondling his junk.

However, she halted there, staring down at the cock she was cradling in her still normal right hand. Nisile's heated hand suddenly became ice cold and she dragged it back up his body.

"Question is.. what to do with you..." she muttered, obviously mostly to herself. "Or to you..." she added afterwards, cocking her head to the side.

The mage dropped to her knees before him, strapped to the rack. He could see the ideas forming behind her eyes, even if he logically knew that it was just the system randomizing the possible outcomes. It made every run through different. Suddenly though, her tongue was grazing the side of his cock painfully slow. Flicking it across the head a couple of times before returning to lick the shaft.

With one hand heated and the other frozen she began to caress his thighs, eyes watching him for reaction.
 
Isaac had to dmit, she was really good with her hand. He barely registered the burning hand on his chest until she pointed it out. He moan mixed slightly with pain, as he saw the red where the heated hand once was. Then his body trembled, feeling the other grow ice cold. He was released when she released his member, dropping to her knees before licking along his shaft. He focused on the pleasure her tongue brought, trying to ignore her hands.

"Mmmm, I have to say," he sighed softly, a smile on his face, "You're quie good with that tongue of yours. You do this often?" even when being pleasures he was a smart ass. After all, this woman was supposed to be torturing him, and even if she was pleasing him now, he was more than expects her to suddenly turn up the pain any minute now. His yellow eyes looked down at her. He would almost move his hips against her face was he not stuck to the rack.

Despite all this, he had to admit. The torturer, Nelise. Was pretty attractive. He wandered what more could he do in this system?
 
"Unfortunately no," she muttered, not even phased by his question. Or it would seem, until she bit down on the flesh of his thigh. Pulling back to rest on her heels as she peered up at him.

The mage rose to her feet, leaving the man attached to the rack. She slipped away from him, her round ass jiggling as she stalked to a table. Upon the table was a multitude of herbs, potions, knives... she fiddled with some of them before she decided on something. She returned with a leather gag, with a grin she tied it over his mouth. Settling back with her hands on her hips. "Good, now you cannot interrupt me..."

With a quick sweep she undid the tie of her dress. It fell to her feet and she was completely exposed. Nisile was like a sculpture, her body thin but her hips wide, her breasts heavy. She smirked slightly at his features, her cooled hand pressing against his chest, her frozen fingers rolling over one of his nipples, squeezing one of them roughly. "Now... I heard you have her a bloody nose. I have to at least return the favor..."
 
Isaac muffled lightly beneath the gag. Should have expected that, though te expression in his eyes showed he wasn't exactly deterred from being witty in her presence. His yellow eyes watched as the woman unveiled herself. Revealing her beautiful sculptured form to him. Dammit, she was hot. If he wasn't bound to this rack via magic, he would bend her over the table and have his way with her. Hs hard shaft was more than enough proof of his desire.

He shivered lightly as her fingers ran over his nipples, instantly hardening them, though more from the cold than the tingling sensation her touch granted. At her mentioning of the captain's blood nose, he was more than expecting her to return the favour. His eyes narrowed, partly closing to await the blow she'd no doubt deal, but not fully closing so he could see.

As the woman toyed with him, his eyes looked around the chamber, looking for some way, any way, to get out of this station before it turned really bad for him.
 
She chuckled at the resistance in his eyes. She liked him better this way; silent.

Fortunately for him, the woman was feeling rather merciful. Her cool hand ran up his thighs as he was stilled to the rack. She giggled softly as she groped his thick cock slowly. Nisile continued to stroke his hardened cock as she slipped a hand between her own legs, dragging her index finger along her lips.

"Eyes front prisoner.. I'd hate to have to remove them for not paying attention."

With her words she stuck a slim finger into her cunt, moaning gently as she watched him. Hoping to make him squirm.
 
Isaac let out a low moan around the gag as his eyes watched the beautiful torturer in front of him. Feeling his cock pulsing lightly in her fingers, looking into her eyes as she fingered himself. He was not going to squirm. He was going tolet her keep up her treatment. Besides, he had to admit it was feeling very, very good for him. A part of him wanted to slam his cock right into that tight cunt of hers.

The magic keeping him pinned helped. He breathed deeply. Trying to keep his body calm as she stroked him. His cock almost growing in her fingers as his heart raced. Heat pulsed through the organ as his cheat rose and fell, his hands tightening into fists from the sensation.

There had to be an opening. Anything for him to get out of this.
 
Nisile stopped without any warning, her hand dropping away from his body with a appraising look. "Good.."

She spun on her heel, turning her back to the man stuck to the rack, her hand slipping free of her wet cunt. Her own juices lingering on her fingers. She seemed to ignore it though as she pulled one of the heavy looking, high backed chairs from the wall. There were cuffs on the arms and legs, but she ignored them as she pulled it across from him. Close enough that if he had movement in his arms he could reach forward and touch it. Another 'good' was muttered as she looked at her work.

The mage threw a long leg over the side of the chair, before slinking into it, keeping her legs spread wide to give him quite the view. The juncture between her thighs had only a tuft of dark hair between them. A sinister grin lit her face as the same hand that teased herself before, went back to it's old job, her free hand shifting herself to give him a better view. Did he really think she was going to jerk him off? No no. This was supposed to be torture.

She slowly slipped a finger into her hot pussy as she watched him, a soft moan slipping through her lips.
 
Well, this was certainly unexpected. Right from when he woke up in the dungeon, he was not expecting for him to be tied to a rack with an incredibly attractive woman fingering herself before him. Hs own shaft was hard and throbbing, wanting to be inside her, wanting to fill her with his seed.

His hands strained lightly against his bonds, wanting to break free, wanting to take her. Hs eyes went back and forth from her wet snatch to those cruel eyes, wanting to see them twisted in pleasure. If it weren't for the gag in his mouth, he would be talking dirty to her right now. But at the moment, all he could do as hang here and watch, watch this beautiful woman pleasuring herself.

He tried to concentrate deep inside him. Dd his character have any magic? Was thee any way to get out of this? He had to wait and see for himself.
 
If Issac had read the game manual his questions would have answers.

She looked down at herself, thrusting two fingers insistently into herself with a soft groan. She stopped with her fingers still inside of her body. "Hmm, want to say something?" She cooed softly. Oddly enough the woman rose a long leg, flicking her foot slightly and the gag fell from his mouth, pulled down with a magic thrust.

She rose a brow curiously at him. "Have something to say?" she whispered softly, pulling her fingers back just to push them back into her hot body.

//short, sorry //
 
Isaac smirked, looking down at Nelise as she worked herself, tormenting him and causing his shaft to pulse and throb even Moreso. Hell, the sight of it all was causing precut to form on the tip of his cock, glistening in the torchlight.

"Yeah. Did anyone tell you how sexy you are?" he said with a smile. He was still stuck to the cross, so he had to try another method to getting free. He couldn't break free. And if he did have magic, he had no idea how to use it. So, try option number three, seduce her and hope she let's him go.

He had a feeling this might not work, but he'll. It was worth a try. Besides, if it does work, he might finally get seem relief.
 
"Frequently," she replied without even a moment of hesitation, her fingers plunging into her hot depths. She shifted her legs, placing her heeled feet on the arms of the chair, her knees spread wide to give him the full view of her pretty pink pussy, glistening with her juices as she fingered herself slowly. Enjoying the slow sensation of the penetration, humming and groaning softly when she prodded herself.

Her eyes flickered down to his cock, noticing that he had twitched. A white drop of precum drooling out of the side almost tauntingly for the woman. She licked her lips slowly, pulling her fingers from herself. With amazing flexibility she leaned forward in her seat, with her feet still up, and ran a drenched finger along his cock, getting that perfectly white droplet upon her finger tip. With a wink she brought it to her lips, moaning softly at his taste.

"My, my prisoner.. you taste as if you're quite well fed... maybe if you're a good boy I'll end the torture sooner.."

She fell back into her chair, and with returned vigor, began to plunge her fingers deeply into her hot cunt. Nisile knew it wasn't enough. But she needed to see him squirm before allowing herself to get true pleasure..
 
"Mmmm, I aim to please," he murmured, shivering as he felt her drenched finger along his shaft, leaving a slight trail of her glistening juice. Seeing her sampling him, possibly even wanting more of him, it was definately an arousing sight. Shortly after she had resumed her fingering, another droplet had formed. Isaac's golden eyes watched her fingering herself, seeing those fingers plunging in and out.

Watching her n such a lewd position for a moment, Isaac closed his eyes, taking in everything his other senses provided. The gentle pulsing of his cock, the soft squelching of her fingers plunging into her flesh, the aroma of her womanly musk as her arousal grew. It was oh so beautiful.

He pictured those beautiful eyes of hers looking at him, his arms unconciously straining on the leather straps keeping him in place. He whole body desired, no, needed to be with this woman. To bend her over and show what he can do.
 
Nisile smirked at him, tilting her head back slightly and parting her lush lips as she panted and moaned into the dank air of the dungeon, slowly being filled with the scent of her arousal and the sound of her fingers desecrating her tight body. She tried not to look back at his form, not until she could hear the squeaking of his skin against the leathers bands holding him back to the rack, keeping him in place as his cock pulsed for her.

It was close enough. The woman couldn't handle it anymore. Her hands could only do so much, and the sight of his thick, dripping cock was almost enough to break her then. but no, she needed to remain in control, he was still the prisoner in this game.

She was suddenly on her feet, walking around to be behind his rack. After a few pulls and tugs, the rack he was pushed up against shifted, falling back so he was laying prone. She locked it all in place with measured hands before she stepped upon her chair to get herself atop of him and the rack, throwing her leg over his body to straddle him. Without a work she painfully slowly dragged her hips along his, his cock pressing against the sensitive lips of her cunt. She was nearly burning down there, the mere graze already proving how wet she was.
 
Isaac had kept his eyes closed, listening to the sounds she made, breathing in her arousal as she fingered herself. Then, she stopped and got up. Isaac peeked open his eyes to see what she was doing, seeing her get up and walk around behind him where he couldn't see her. He let out a small sound as suddenly the rack shifted, so he was laying prone, still strapped down and unable to move.

Then he saw her. That beautiful goddess climbing onto him, straddling him. He could feel just how wet she was, the heat of her snatch almost searing his skin. He let out a low moan, his hips bucking on his own accord, pushing his cock against her tender folds, but not enough to gain some entry. Just enough so she had a taste of what could come if she wished it.

He looked into her eyes, his own golden orbs shining with desire for her, telling her this was what she wanted, and she knew it. If only his hands were free. He could grab and caress that soft skin of hers.
 
As much a she wanted to, Nisile knew undoing his binds now was a bad idea, she had thought about it. But what kind of torturer would she be if she left them all escape. No. She liked this one, but there were some things that were not allowed.

However he nearly broke her resolve with his slight thrust, her tongue clicking softly in disappointment. "I would hate to have to immobilize you..." she muttered softly, running a warm, wet hand up his chest, her hips dipping against to rub herself again his hardness. "Be a good prisoner and it'll be over soon enough. You will return to your cell and try to escape again if you wish.." the Mage couldn't help the grin on her lips.

The Mage didn't even need to hold his cock still, his hard prick remained pointed to the ceiling as she pressed again him. She gasped softly as the thick head prodded at her hot entrance. With a moan the woman pushed until he was barely inside of her. Her heat was amazing, and she was so very tight around him.
 
"Mmmm, who says I want to go back to my cell. Who says I don't want to stay here with you?" he moaned, feeling her flesh lightly enveloping the head of his shaft. Her hot juices letting it slip in easily, his precum leaking into her already as she ground lightly against him. He looked into her eyes, wanting more, but at least now obeying her and keeping his hips still.

He shivered from her hand, the trail of juice cool in the air, contrasting his hot skin from her actions. His heart raced, his head swam. He wanted to plunge himself deep into her, but kept himself restrained. Who knows, maybe she would help him out if he pleased her. His hands struggled against the binds, wanting to take her now as his toes curled. His shaft pulsed gently against her flesh. Sending light ripples through her. How could he hold on for much longer?
 
The mage looked triumphant as she looked down at him from her seated position on his waist. Even if she hadn't taken more of his dick into herself, she was rolling her hips in circles, pushing the head around in the entrance of her body. "So kind," she breathed softly, flicking a finger over one of his nipples.

It as sudden and fast. Her hips slammed down against his body, her slick heat engulfing him completely as she moaned softly, her own toes curling. The torturer kept her warm eyes locked with his striking yellow ones as she lifted her hips again, her hands splaying out on the rack next to his body. She groaned as most of him was removed from her body, but with a quick thrust she engulfed him again, moaning harder each time.

The pace quickened as she got excited, his cock stretching her silky walls, strangling moans from her pale form. "Good boy.." She whispered into the air from time to time.
 
Isaac let out a load moan, feeling her suddenly taking him completely into herself. She was so tight and hot. It felt so good, feeling her completely around him. He moaned, now moving his hips in time with hers. What kind of man would he be if he let her do all the work? He strained at the straps, wanting to hold her, caress her as she rode him.

"So hot...so sexy," he moaned, trying to push himself deeper into her, feeling her warm inner muscles clamping around him, sending shocks of pleasure running through his body.

With all this wonderful stimulation. It was only a matter of time before he could take no more, especially with her teasing before. Isaac's moans grew louder, before he let out a cry, his body growing rigid. He shuddered as his cock pulsed inside her, before letting loose a thick burst of his manly seed, straight into her hot snatch.
 
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