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He hoped he hadn’t freaked her out too much. Maybe he could see if she wanted to play some online games or something later. Bzzzzzz! His phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out in alarm, he didn’t want another boner. The screen was lit up with a text notification from Betsy. “Lesson 1 in 2 hrs from now.” ---xxx--- He felt the hard edges of his spellbook through his hoodie pouch as he ascended the stairs to apartment 8. He’d examined it since Betsy had given it to him. It was bound in dark leather, and a drawing was printed on the front in gold. It depicted an ethereal, androgynous being, with breasts, a penis, and ram’s horns. It held its hands to the heavens amidst a stylized wreath of light. When he opened the cover he found only blank pages. He didn’t actually know that it was a spellbook, but he doubted it was a bird watching journal. He got to the landing, knocked on Betsy’s door, and steeled himself for her presence, only to find somebody else receiving him when it swung open. What grabbed his attention first wasn’t her green hair, or her multiple lewd tattoos, but her hentai crop top that featured an intricate depiction of a skull vomiting smaller skulls. "Net result? They want more of you.” As they are using me a crowd gathers around. I was being charitable. “I knew as well. Then grabbing her leg and lifting it then pointed to the stains around her pussy, “ya, that looks like hentai semen. So, that was not new. We waved goodbye and the old man yelled out “Maybe next time I’ll get to fuck you little girl!” "Will I come back here ever again Master?" “Fuck me!” the desire was bursting from her voice, “Fuck me harder!” Jen drove us back in near silence. It was the same thing that any man would want in the same situation. Oh my god I would never have thought! She couldn't not participate - her blackmailer would kill her. He reached for her. I threw myself to the side as a dart hurtled from the shadows. “What?” I ask her, looking her in the eyes for the first time since my cock was in her mouth. Arianna quickly opened her mouth wide, letting the thick ropes of cum shoot between her lips and onto her waiting tongue, which she stuck out with feigned eagerness. I stood over the three wrestling, squirming women. “How are you?” He said. Logan glanced up at him, but otherwise chose wisely to avert eye contact, instead glowering at the ground. “How have I never noticed these breasts before?” Ron and Don are fully involved and into their father’s avid hobby of collecting and restoring antique vehicles. The sound was different on bare skin, more a crrrack than a whack, "Crrrack," echoed in the room. I don’t leave until noon tomorrow.”