Tit Torture And Whipping

Images of Daisy riding the statue's cock or being filled by Armin. Visions of a happier time for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a book, then visions of her being gang banged by the satyrs in the most intense detail. Then, he saw the pink haired girl again. She was a bit older than the last time he saw her but not much. At first it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her stomach with her hips raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted collar, wrist and ankle cuffs that weren't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxurious jewelry. She was laying on a sea of white and black sheets and blankets. She Big Boobs was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadows, slowly sinking a cock that was much too large for a human girl to comfortably take. But they weren't on earth, and he'd know that. They were in their own little dimension and the man shrouded in shadows could do whatever he wanted. Once this was over, her hands fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the visions, it caused him to react violently. The pink haired girl was an old memory, a suppressed memory. Good memories weren't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad ones as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him fetish was the night Mister O lost faith in humanity. Or hope. Or even redemption. “Um…” Holly looked at me weirdly. “Come on, you little boy slut. Mona was visibly crushed. I had six women, three Big Boobs with children and I'd probably impregnate the others soon enough. When I’m asleep, can actual see, smell and feel myself having sex with strangers! She blushed, looked down at the table, nodded her head and said, "Yes I do. ‘I’m the one doing the touching, not you’. She flushes as they widen fetish at the sight of her small but firm breasts, and� again, when they touch upon the subtle mound of flaxen strands that adorns her sex. I blurted out loudly, “What?” So much cum.