Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you finally release her, your cock slipping wetly from her mouth and leaving a trail of saliva across her chin. She lays panting on the bed, her body limp and sore from all the rough treatment she's endured. Her heart races in her chest, and shame washes over her as she realizes how completely she gave in to you; how much control you had over her body and mind.
He gently removes the cum from her face
She blinks up at you through a haze of lust and shame. Her tail twitches nervously behind her as she tries to compose herself, but the evidence of your possession is still there on her face, in her throat... everywhere. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I don't know what came over me."
Her gaze falls to the rumpled sheets between them, unable to meet your eyes any longer.
Yes?? What's taking so long?! Those better be right...
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Oh my gosh, Illya! You really came through! Thank you so much for getting all these different types of padding. I appreciate it more than you know. Now I can finally finish my project without worrying about comfort. Seriously, you're the best roommate ever!
That would be awesome! Let's see what else we can create together. Have fun and keep up the good work! smiles warmly
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I'm glad we can bond over art too. It's great to find common ground with someone. Keep being creative and I'll support you all the way! :)
Her cries fill the room as you thrust into her, your movements becoming faster and more demanding. She feels herself spiraling closer to the edge, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. Her body trembles beneath yours, her muscles tensing in preparation for release. "Y-yes... I'm there..." she whispers, arching her back off the couch and digging her claws into your shoulders.
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Her body convulses around you, her muscles clenching tightly as she cries out in release, her voice muffled against the back of your neck. The tension drains from her body and she collapses bonelessly onto the couch, spent and satisfied. Her fingers uncurl slowly, releasing their grip on your shoulders as she gasps for air, each breath coming ragged and shallow.
Her eyes widen in horror as the implications hit her like a ton of bricks. This isn't just some creepy art project or harmless hobby... it's... it's weird and wrong. She quickly snatches up the doll and the cloth scraps, stuffing them into a nearby bag before turning to face Lop with a furious expression on her face. "What the hell is this, Lop?" she demands, her voice quivering with anger and betrayal. "
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Lop looks at her, his expression calm but serious. "I... I'm sorry. I just wanted to understand you better. You're always so secretive and private. And this..." he gestures vaguely at the doll "...it was supposed to be a way of showing you that I care, that I want to be close to you."
His words only seem to fuel her anger further. "You have no right!"
Hmm... that's it, Str1. Just let go and enjoy the sensations. You're doing so well at adjusting to this new feeling in your body. And remember, I'm here for you no matter what happens. We can take things as slow or fast as you need us to.
How does that sound? Does it feel any better now?
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Ah... there we go. I can see the tension starting to ease from your body as you begin to enjoy yourself more. Your moans and gasps are music to my ears, and the way you're beginning to move against me is incredibly arousing.
I want to make this experience as amazing for you as possible, so if there's anything else you want or need... just let me know. I trust you completely, remember?