“Justina, wake up.” I nudged her. Justina’s eyes fluttered, revealing violet irises surrounded by bloodshot sclera. She was noticeably thinner than she’d been two days ago, and carried herself with an uncharacteristic droop in her shoulders. Monogamy really wasn’t for her, especially when her only source of food was a sterile hermaphrodite; it was like if a wolf decided to go vegan. “Hmm?” she asked drowsily, almost drunkenly. “You need to feed.” I frowned at her, concerned, “And from a real man.” “What, you don’t count?” Justina slurred. “I’m fine, Angela. I’ll eat the leftovers out of Astrid when she’s done.” Justina smiled fondly at the debauchery below us, “That should keep me going for a while.” “Hey, um…” I frowned, wondering how to phrase my question, “how does your mom fit so many dicks inside her?” “Like, physically?” Justina asked, “No, I meant emotionally.” I scowled. “Succubi are really hentai elastic.” Justina smiled, hooking her left foot behind her head, and over her right shoulder. I raised my (Diamond’s) eyebrows, and Justina’s smile broadened. LUCILLA “...look, all I’m saying, is that you and I knew each other for what, eleven years? I grinned and clenched my fists too. I grabbed her rump, pulling her bush down to my lips faster. “Well you’re sweet and I’m relieved your so open minded about all if this. And I was happy to change it. "Oh please!" I felt only a slight twinge of guilt when I clicked on it. I opened up the Mental Menu. Moving herself, but still holding the bottle in her pussy, Julie arched backwards until her head and upper back touched the stage. “Yes! I sat up and got it out of my backpack. Hearing “Yes Goddess” at her every direction. But, why the hell did you play this little sex game on hentai me?" What was I doing? My nipples get hard when I rub them . . . He was trembling when he knocked on her door that evening. She seemed so miserable that Carissa could not resist the urge to embrace her, pulling their bodies close together and stroking her velvet crew-cut soothingly.