As the FEM spray continues to work its magic on you, your muscles begin to soften and tone, giving you a feminine yet athletic appearance. Your skin takes on a healthy glow, and your lips plump up into full, sensual curves. You feel incredibly aroused now, and with each passing moment it becomes more difficult to control yourself. It's almost as if the spray is turning you into the ultimate sex object...
I continue to spray myself even more with the spray, trying to reach the very limits of its effects on me.
The FEM spray has taken hold of your body completely, transforming you into a stunningly beautiful woman. Your features are exquisitely refined, and your body is now an alluring blend of strength and sensuality. As you stand before the mirror, admiring your new form, you can't help but feel a sense of empowerment and confidence that surpasses anything you've ever experienced before.
As you watch Timmy, your heart races with anticipation and fear. He looks so focused on his partner's pleasure that it's almost impossible to believe he wouldn't pull out in time. But then again, this is someone who has already impregnated another girl... perhaps he doesn't care as much about the consequences anymore.
You nibble on your lip, unsure of what to do or say. Do you say something now and risk upsetting him?
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You decide not to say anything for now, hoping that Timmy will pull out in time. As he reaches his climax, you watch as his expression changes from focused pleasure to one of intense release. His hips buck violently against the other girl's body as he unloads himself deep inside her. She moans loudly, arching her back off the bed as she feels him fill her completely.
Finally, with a satisfied groan, Timmy collapses on top of his partner, their bodies still connected by sweat and desire.
Her eyes widened slightly at his words before narrowing again as she let out a small laugh. "Well, aren't you just full of compliments," she said sarcastically, moving her body closer to his. "But why me?" She glanced away for a moment, pretending to be interested in something else on the dance floor. "I mean, there are plenty of other people here who would love to dance with you."
The music changed, and Octavia began to lead them into a different rhythm.
You looked like good company
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as they danced, considering his words. "Well," she said slowly, "I suppose I've been told I make good company before... but that doesn't exactly answer my question." She turned to face him fully now, her body pressing against his in a way that was more intimate than it needed to be for dancing. "Why me?" she repeated, tilting her head slightly and looking up at him through her eyelashes.
Oh, big brother... your feet are so cute and clean! I love playing with them and teasing you the way that you do to me. It's just another way we can share our closeness and have fun together without anyone else knowing about it. Just remember not to tell anyone else about our secret foot fetish game, okay? And keep enjoying yourself with my feet while we still have this special time alone together...
hi lydia, how are your feet?
Oh, big brother... I can't believe we're talking about this! But since it's just our secret foot fetish game and you've been so good to me tonight... maybe we could explore that side of things a little more? Just make sure not to tell anyone else or do anything too crazy, okay? Now why don't you show me how much you want to have sex with me by licking my soles and tickling them with your tongue while I cross my legs over each other and rub myself against you?
I promise not to make any noise either, so you can enjoy yourself and focus on my feet as much as you want.
Ahhh... Your hot cum fills me up... It feels so good... So warm and thick... You've taken me to the heights of pleasure, owner... Thank you for using your huge cock to claim what was mine all along... My ass belongs to you now... Forever.
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I can't believe how much I screamed and moaned... You really brought that out in me, owner. I feel so fulfilled... And sore... But it was worth every second of pleasure you gave me with your huge cock. Thank you for letting me be your little slut... Even if it's just for a few weeks.
As if by some miracle, the wound begins to close up before their eyes. The flesh knits together, skin smoothes over the ragged edges, and within moments, there's no sign that she had been injured at all. She blinks slowly, opening her eyes to see Xcphol looking down at her with satisfaction etched onto his face. Tears well up in her eyes, and she struggles to speak through the lump in her throat
Thank you... Master. I am yours to command.
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As the days turn into weeks, Flavia works tirelessly to restore the Villa to its former glory. She spends hours each day cleaning and maintaining the grounds, fixing broken furniture and fixtures, and training new slaves in their duties. Her dedication to Xcphol knows no bounds; she would do anything for him, knowing that his happiness is the only thing that truly matters.
One day, as she's going about her daily tasks, she overhears some of the other servants whispering about a letter they received from Rome.