They’ll make the move… They'll have to if they want any chance to rescue you.” “And… And in the carriage?” He bit his lip, anticipating her response. “Me. And I won't be pleased to see them.” She said gleefully. W-why… Why are you telling me this?” He asked, cheeks flushed as he continued to lift and lower himself, dutifully stroking her cock with his tight but bubbly butt. “Because, my sweet, precious little gem, my Inquisitor has questioned every last person in this Palace. And I know with absolute certainty now that you can’t warn your friends. No, you’ll be forced to sit here, knowing that I'm out there, that teen when I return it’ll be with this Skye and Cadance on the end of a chain, if I'm feeling especially merciful,” she smirked. Making him realise the true nature of how royally fucked he was, while royally fucking him was so gratifying, having him pleasure her willingly, even as she dashed any vestigial hopes of rescue was a delight she knew would come infrequently, if ever again. “No comeback? No defiant response?” She chuckled darkly as she moved her hips slowly, matching his pace and feeling the pleasure surrounding her cock warm her to her soul. He amateur looked down, avoiding her gaze and she chuckled, living for the defeat of her sweet little lover, “Good boy. Now, make me cum like the slut you are.” He looked up at her and she found his expression a curious mix of emotions, his lips parted slightly, his eyes half-lidded, unreadable. But she didn’t care what he was thinking or feeling, all that mattered was her pleasure. Obediently he arched his back slightly and picked up his pace, gasping and panting softly as he bounced on her cock, her balls slapping against his cheeks as her cock, slick with lube and pre, slid easily in and out of his well-fitting hole, his hands moving down slightly to squeeze her full breasts, pressing them tighter to her chest, the softness bulging slightly between his splayed fingers. She kept her gaze on him as his small frame moved with a more skilled rhythm, he was getting good, she knew, and she couldn’t wait to feel how much better he would be in another week, another month, another year... She squeezed his hips possessively, he was hers, without help and alone in the world, nothing in his life to comfort him, save for her and her cock. “God you feel so good you fucking slut, come on, faster,” she urged, arching her back, pressing her heavy breasts up into his hands, “faster!” Tilting his head back and closing his eyes Belind complied, his whimpering gasps coming out faster and higher pitched as, with the help of her grasping hands he slammed his ass down time and time again onto her cock, feeling the thickness throb and pulse deep within him, stretching his little ring, the shaft hardening to become like steel as her grip tightened. He recognised in an instant her throaty growl and gasps of pleasure, the cock pulsing deep within indian him and knowing his part he didn’t slow, continuing his fast-paced session as a suite of familiar sensations flooded him as she began to drain her heavy nuts into the warm welcoming embrace of his ass. “Fuuuck yess…” she groaned as rope after sticky rope left her cock to find its home deep within the lovely little porcelain doll that was her love toy, her heavy balls pressing up against his cheeks, twitching as the spent their load. Belind, urged by her gripping hands started to slow, the thrusts coming hard and deep but lasting longer, until, at last, her grip softened and he sat there, panting hard, flat chest rising and falling, cock deflating slowly in his sore cum-filled butt, though the warmth he felt within him, he knew, wasn’t just a result of the fresh deposit she had left, but of his own muted and shamed enjoyment that he still did his best to hide, head bowed. Laughing a little Ariela reached up and gripped his chin in her fingers, forcing him to meet her gaze again, his tired, hers mocking, “Same time tomorrow?" “No, they don't. He giggled. My buttons were undone and my member extracted. Swati: Don’t be in a hurry. I was still sitting when Crystal brightened my outlook by bounding into the morning sun and welcoming the day on my lap with high spirited giggles and little girl enthusiasm. “Got it all on my phone! I did. I washed off my face in the bathroom. It felt so good, but I couldn’t control myself,” Jenny said while gasping for air. “Are you trying to calm the agitation of your soul with me because of your vitriolic divorce, Mr. Stone?” That shut him down “You...have a nice prick, indian kiddo” I hesitated to finally admit it to him, but I teen felt much better once I did. I slid it open enough for my head to poke out. Her small waist and big round ass went well with her blonde hair, blue eyes amateur and tan skin. I’ll get sympathy. Maybe that’s just the excuse I was making to myself.