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*****A while later, Cassandra was completely drowned in the creature’s thrall. Her mind was spiraling down into a world of absolute submission and there was no turning back. An overwhelming bliss traveled up from her sweet spots and collided in her brain with the utter pleasure of the vampire’s commands, filtering through her wide open eyes.The warm tongues of Delia and Marian simultaneously lashing at Cassandra’s pussy and anus, opened her mind even further, easing the way of their Master into the deepest corners of her psyche. “Your body belongs to me”“My body belongs to you”“You are my slave!”“I am your salve”“You will obey!”“I will obey”Cassandra could barely finish the last sentence before the explosive waves of a devastating orgasm blocked everything else. Now she truly believed she was in heaven but she was really at the gates of hell!After regaining control of her body, the young woman stared back at her Master’s eyes, eager to let him fill her mind again, hoping he could fill. Rubbing the head against my pussy, I caressed my hanging folds with it. His eyes opened wide as the bulbous end located and breached my opening.My long, soft, breathy moan accompanied my impalement as that ersatz organ stretched me wide and deep. I wiggled my hips as I absorbed it bit by bit, moving his head in the process and grinding the flange against his mouth. Only when I had settled full on it and he could see only my bush did he raise his eyes to mine, peeking over the curve of my belly.I would praise my husband later. The throne’s layout and dimensions were perfect for that two-ended accessory. I could rest comfortably with it inside me, which I did, my heat flowing into the plastic. When it began to feel almost human, albeit superhuman, I leaned forward, raising slightly and allowing Jim to partially withdraw.If it weren’t for the chair, it would have been more work for me. Without the support for his head, his neck could get wrenched; with it, I could safely press against.
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