Damp with lubrication, you demand to be satisfied. With one hand you point to your pussy, and you snap your fingers with the other. Your prey saunters up to you with a vacant, distant look in her eyes and begins to remove your red, high-society bodysuit obediently. You tenderly caress her cheek as she finishes, and watch a rosy glow infuse her skin. Your captive handmaiden runs her hands tenderly up your body, smoothing the flesh of your well-rounded breasts and making you pant. You allow yourself to enjoy the sensation for a brief while, and just before you can snap your fingers again, she goes down on her own.
Her eyelids flutter even as her gaze remains locked, and she deeply inhales your musky and arid scent. Deep inside, you feel a level of affection that isn’t betrayed by your facial features. You gasp as the bee-girl’s lengthy tongue shoots inside your snatch, and retracts as quickly as it came; once, twice, again and again, striking your cervix and twisting out again. Her hands grip your scaly girly sides as she thrusts her tongue in and out, threatening the fixation of your glare with pleasure. You are moaning and screaming in your mind, while your stony expression betrays nothing; nothing but the locking gaze that makes your will her own. The bee-maiden’s mouth wraps around your petite bitch-clitty, rubbing it through its hood with the inside of her upper lip until it protrudes its full length.
You cry out when her tongue finds your G-spot, barely maintaining focus. Sensing your approval, she begins probing the same area until she has you crying out again, and begins hammering at the spongy tissue.
Damp with lubrication, you demand to be satisfied. With one hand you point to your pussy, and you snap your fingers with the other. Your prey saunters up to you with a vacant, distant look in her eyes and begins to remove your red, high-society bodysuit obediently. You tenderly caress her cheek as she finishes, and watch a rosy glow infuse her skin. Your captive handmaiden runs her hands tenderly up your body, smoothing the flesh of your well-rounded breasts and making you pant. You allow yourself to enjoy the sensation for a brief while, and just before you can snap your fingers again, she goes down on her own.
Her eyelids flutter even as her gaze remains locked, and she deeply inhales your musky and arid scent. Deep inside, you feel a level of affection that isn’t betrayed by your facial features. You gasp as the bee-girl’s lengthy tongue shoots inside your snatch, and retracts as quickly as it came; once, twice, again and again, striking your cervix and twisting out again. Her hands grip your scaly girly sides as she thrusts her tongue in and out, threatening the fixation of your glare with pleasure. You are moaning and screaming in your mind, while your stony expression betrays nothing; nothing but the locking gaze that makes your will her own. The bee-maiden’s mouth wraps around your petite bitch-clitty, rubbing it through its hood with the inside of her upper lip until it protrudes its full length.
You cry out when her tongue finds your G-spot, barely maintaining focus. Sensing your approval, she begins probing the same area until she has you crying out again, and begins hammering at the spongy tissue.
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