Snow Night Stories Ep 3

And then - without even really knowing why she was doing it - she took another, and poured it across her breasts, and began massaging the sticky fluid in. Her breasts were still bruised from the paintballing, and it hurt to squeeze and rub them like this, but it was a good pain. She didn't understand her actions - everyone was going to see her breasts tonight. Everyone was going to see the glistening sheen on them. Many would recognize it as cum, know that she was walking around with cum on her tits. Laura cried as she massaged the sperm into her breasts, not knowing why she was doing this but knowing that she wanted - NEEDED - it. And she knew, deep inside, that she was going to do this to herself each night she worked there now. Those two weeks were hell on Laura. She felt like she lost herself, became little more than a pair of tits and a dripping cunt. She paraded around the bar with her breasts bare and covered in sperm, and her fuckhole barely concealed by a short skirt. She stared at the Cartoons other beautiful, naked girls, and at the erotic things happening on the stage, and her pussy got so wet that it drooled, cunt juices visibly trickling down the inside of her thighs. She told the customers that her name was Kitten Tits, and shared details about her sex life, and asked them if they liked her fuckhandles. At first she tried to keep her sharing relatively innocuous - "I like kissing girls" - but under the influence of the drugs and her horniness they became more explicit and humiliating - "I raped my girlfriend today" - "I pissed naked in my backyard this morning" - "I let my boss cum on my face". She was barely conscious of much of what was happening around her. The drugs kept an erotic loop playing in her mind of the ways in which her sticky breasts and throbbing twat had been used so recently. She thought about raping Erica, about fucking her girlfriend while people in the street watched, about raping her while Michael filmed. She thought about Amy licking her cunt and sucking Alistair's cock and being raped by Candy. And she thought about her training videos - good sluts and bad feminists, how to let men fuck her face, how to spread her legs for cock, how to keep her hands down like an obedient bitch and let men do whatever they want to her boobs and hentai cunt. She needed her masturbation break early, every night, retreating to the changerooms and violently fingering herself to a much-needed orgasm, before trying to dry her pussy by transferring as much juice as possible from her snatch to her mouth. She came back out flushed and smelling of cunt. I savored Mrs. Armstrong's tongue running through my folds. Brenda smiles widely, and she leans in to give me a quick peck on the lips. Laura was distracted for a moment, and didn't realize what he meant, but then it came to her - he was about to cum. "And now it's time to head home because hubby will be so proud of you," he added. She made a production of it, taking off her skirt first and showing her long, slim legs, the stockings and garters, the skimpy hentai lace of her string panties. I gasp aloud trying to catch my breath. Then in the quietest possible voice, so not even the cameras of the audience can hear her, she whispers just one word. Less paperwork. I carried her to the wall and closed the door with my leg. I thought to Cartoons myself “I got to try to fix this problem. The velvety friction burned through my anal sheath and warmed my cunt. “Perhaps a female,” I answer, and then hide it with the truth, “but there’s not much in it.” “There, all done.” You should also note, that we do not intend to kill off your son’s sexual desires, but to train them into some form of respectful and controlled usage.”