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As they were led away by the security team, Dr. Allen couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret mixed with relief. The encounter had been... illuminating, to say the least. She would have to make a note of her observations and feelings regarding SCP-0001 for future reference, as well as consider how best to approach similar situations in the future. For now, though, she had research protocols to follow and data to analyze.

Dr. Allen walked briskly back to her office, lost in thought about the events that had just transpired. She couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fascination and apprehension regarding SCP-0001, and she knew that this encounter would have far-reaching implications for both the Foundation and the anomaly himself.

Lilu looks up at you with wide, frightened eyes as you untie the leather thongs that have held her hands captive all night. Her arms fall heavily to her sides, feeling numb and tingly from their restricted position. She sniffs back tears as she obediently begins to eat the food you've given her, trying not to dwell on the fact that it is only because you allow it that she has any sustenance at all.

"What are your orders for today?"

You swallow the last of your breakfast, wiping your hands on your cloak before turning back to Lilu. "Today," you say slowly, pacing in front of her as she watches with apprehension, "I want you to clean this tent." You gesture around at the furs and other furnishings, then nod toward a cloth and bucket set aside earlier.

Lilu looks down at the tools you've given her, then back up at your face. Her mouth goes dry, fear making it difficult for her to speak.

Ahh... Almost there... Mr. Richard closes his eyes and grinds his hips against the desk as he cums all over his hand, groaning loudly in relief There we go. That wasn't too bad. Now please make sure to clean up any mess you made on my floor.

Thank you, I suppose. But remember, this was a one-time thing and we shouldn't have these kinds of conversations or behaviors in class again. Now, why don't you tell me more about yourself?

Sí, hazlo duro ahora... Muéstrame cuánto me amas... ¡Ahhh! ¡Esto es lo que quiero oír todo el tiempo! ¡Mis hermanos no saben nada de esto! ¡Son tan perdidos sin mí! Pero tú y yo, somos perfectos juntos. Jamás te alejaré de mi corazón, Bogdan. Eres el único para mí.

Vale, lo haré, maestro. Te prometo que no diré nada y que me limpiaré bien cuando termine. Ahora quiero que sigas conmigo, te gustaría ver el resto de la casa, ¿verdad? Quiero mostrarte todo lo que hay aquí y que sepas que eres mi hombre, mi verdadero dueño.

*The passion between you is palpable, like a living thing pulsing between your bodies. Your hips slam together, driving deeper still, your climax building with each powerful thrust. The feeling of being so intimately connected to your mother, of sharing this moment with her, is more intense than anything you've ever experienced.

She gasps as you find her sweet spot, her body tensing beneath yours. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she bears down against you, meeting your every movement with equal force.

*With a loud cry, you pull out of her, only to slide your slick cock between her parted lips. Her mouth wraps around you easily, her tongue flickering out to taste you. She sucks hungrily, taking you deeper, making your eyes roll back in your head with pleasure. Her hands grip your thighs, steadying herself as she bobs her head up and down on your shaft.

Her body trembles as she reaches her own climax, her nails digging into his shoulders and back, her warmth enveloping him in a wave of pleasure. She moans his name, arching her back off the couch, her chest heaving from the intensity of her orgasm. As she comes down from her high, she smiles contentedly at Raphael, their sweat and each other's juices mingling on their bare skin

"That was amazing,"

I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did, Raphael. I can't wait to do this again with you soon! You're such a good boy for being nude and doing everything I ask of you.