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Speaker 2: title is Santa's Nasty Cum Rag gross pushing the vibrator
Speaker 2: in and out. A light slashing sound appears as her
Speaker 2: juices splatter on the cushions. A jingle from the bells
Speaker 2: is heard from outside. A magical fireplace appears in down
Speaker 2: comes Santa, big sack full of toys, bellowing ho ho ho,
Speaker 2: but it's spelled h oe. What do we have here?
Speaker 2: It says you've been a naughty girl. I'm changing that
Speaker 2: you look like a good girl. Don't stop playing. Santa
Speaker 2: wants to watch Santa, you fucking perv gross, you big fatman.
Speaker 2: The loud jingle is Santa loosens up his belt and
Speaker 2: down comes Santa's big red pants, a huge, throbbing, vainy cock,
Speaker 2: dripping with pre com pointed at Tricia's lips. Tricia, don't
Speaker 2: stop playing, Tricia, just suck on this while you have fun.
Speaker 2: Santa mones as he feels her soft tongue licking and
Speaker 2: lapping at the end of his big pulsing rod, moaning
Speaker 2: and pushing the vibrator deeper. As she comes again, she
Speaker 2: starts sucking the end of his fat cock, leaking his fertile,
Speaker 2: magical cumb, coating her lips with the precumb and the
Speaker 2: drool running down her neck. She gags and takes his
Speaker 2: cock deep into her throat. Santa pushing his hips back
Speaker 2: and forth, fucking Tricia's face relentlessly. Oh my god, you're
Speaker 2: such a good girl. Santa's been busy all night. He
Speaker 2: needs this relief, and you're making my dick feel so good.
Speaker 2: Santa moans as his balls bounce off the bottom of
Speaker 2: her cheek. Where is missus claws? First of all? Yeah,
Speaker 2: tag cheating, Hello, Santa, rapping and twisting his fist into
Speaker 2: Tricia's hair, pulling her head back and forth. Gag on
Speaker 2: that cock, you fucking slut. Santa's gonna take you back
Speaker 2: to the North Pole. You're going to be my personal whore.
Speaker 2: Oh my god, Santa Claus. Santa screams as his cock
Speaker 2: pumps deep into Tricia's throat, bulging her neck as she
Speaker 2: comes once more, hearing Santa's naughty words, squirting across the
Speaker 2: room and plastering the glass on the window with her juices.
Speaker 2: Oh my god, she's got some air on that yeah,
Speaker 2: and streaming down the sill, her eyes streaming as they water,
Speaker 2: unable to see as she gags on Santa's stiff dick.
Speaker 2: Tricia's legs laying flat on the couch as her body
Speaker 2: is worn out, unable to come anymore now being Santa's
Speaker 2: fuck rag as he moves her head back and forth,
Speaker 2: their moans and gurgles fill the room, lifting her head
Speaker 2: to cradle as fat, low hanging balls and massaging gently,
Speaker 2: You fat, low hanging balls. He is old, that's true. Yes, yes, yes,
Speaker 2: you fucking slut. Make Santa come, you bitch. Oh my god, Santa.
Speaker 2: Santa Santa screams as his hips also Santa screaming, I'm
Speaker 2: just like ah, Santa screams. Is his hips thrust back
Speaker 2: and forth even faster, plugging her nose, and his last
Speaker 2: thrust and holds he's plugging her nose. Yeah, what the fuck?
Speaker 2: He's like, let's scare. Yeah, here it comes, bitch, swallow
Speaker 2: all of Sanna's come. No, I don't like this, Santa
Speaker 2: Santa moans as he releases a torrential wave of sperm,
Speaker 2: filling her stomach as her tight belly swells, making her
Speaker 2: look pregnant. That's so much come yeah, that's foul. He
Speaker 2: unplugs her nose as the cum gushes from her nostrils.
Speaker 2: He smacks her face as he pulls out and spurts
Speaker 2: his final stream of sperm across her face, leaving her
Speaker 2: a wreck on the couch and leaking come from her
Speaker 2: mouth as she breathes heavily, licking her lips and swallowing
Speaker 2: the mouthful of sperm, scraping the cum from her face
Speaker 2: into her mouth and licking her fingers. Mmm, Santa, that's
Speaker 2: exactly what I wanted for Christmas, Tricia says, and she
Speaker 2: crawls into Santa's big red sack. I'm ready to go
Speaker 2: back to the North Pole, Santa, to fulfill my duties
Speaker 2: as your sex slave. Oh my god, Tricia says, lost
Speaker 2: in desire, staring at Santa with sex and lust in
Speaker 2: her eyes. Yeah, lost in desire, that's for sure. Because
Speaker 2: what do you mean? She says? All right, this isn't
Speaker 2: my home anymore.
Speaker 3: Okay, you don't got to ask me twice.
Speaker 2: Welcome to slavery, my pet, Santa says, as he picks
Speaker 2: Tricia's body up from the couch and drapes her over
Speaker 2: his shoulder, Leaving the present by the tree and up
Speaker 2: the fireplace he goes. Ho ho ho, Santa says, as
Speaker 2: he slaps Tricia's ass as her breast jiggle over his shoulder,
Speaker 2: setting her into the sleigh. As he tosses his sack
Speaker 2: in the back, getting behind the reins, he and zips
Speaker 2: his bright red slacks, pulling Tricia's head down to his
Speaker 2: throbbing shaft. Suck this big cock, slut. Oh my god,
Speaker 2: Santa's getting road head. Yeah, but like Santo, you just
Speaker 2: came a lot. How can you do it again? He's
Speaker 2: a mythical creature, he is mythical. I don't ever want
Speaker 2: to hear about Santa again after this. Santa's ruined. Santa
Speaker 2: moans as he feels her moist supple lips part and
Speaker 2: open to envelop his fat cockhead, dripping the peppermint flavored precum. Ooh, peppermint. Yeah,
Speaker 2: I'm down for that. Yeah mm, Santa, your cum is
Speaker 2: so yummy. I just love being your little slut, Tricia says,
Speaker 2: as her wet tongue licks and laps over his pisslet. Ew,
Speaker 2: Santa's pisslet. I've never seen those words. He is pisolet. Yeah.
Speaker 2: Wrapping her lips and tongue around his large cockhead and
Speaker 2: her drool seeping down his thick shaft, Tricia gags and
Speaker 2: bones that she sucks and swallows Santa's huge festive cock.
Speaker 2: Oh my god, Festive tis the season. Yeah, yeah, I
Speaker 2: knew you were the right slut for the job. My
Speaker 2: little slut princess missus claws just isn't doing it for
Speaker 2: me anymore. Missus claws, No, that's so sad. So you'll
Speaker 2: be sleeping with Santa from here on out. He's like, missus.
Speaker 3: Claws, bitch, old bitch, Yeah, Santa, bellows and moons is
Speaker 3: his hips lift and thrust his mighty cock into Tricia's loving,
Speaker 3: velvety mouth.
Speaker 2: Santa holding her head down in his lap as his
Speaker 2: hips thrust up and down her light gasps and gurgles
Speaker 2: as he groans, the reindeers zipping through the sky and
Speaker 2: the whistling from the wind blowing over the sleigh. I
Speaker 2: didn't even think about the reindeer in this situation. They're
Speaker 2: probably like, oh my fucking god. Yeah, they're probably like,
Speaker 2: oh my god, he's at it again, the cold, brisk
Speaker 2: air making Tricia's nipples harden like pencil erasers. Wait, what
Speaker 2: a description. Santa reaching his hand over and pinching and
Speaker 2: rolling her nipples in between his fingers. Santa's cocked throbbing
Speaker 2: with desire and wanting from this obedient little sluts sitting
Speaker 2: in the sleigh with him, launching the remainder of his
Speaker 2: throbbing cock deep into Tricia's mouth, pushing her chin tightly
Speaker 2: against his balls, fucking his thick dick deeper and faster
Speaker 2: into her mouth, listening to her loud gasp for air
Speaker 2: as he fills her throat. Oh fuck, Tricia, you're so
Speaker 2: good with your mouth my dear, I can't wait to
Speaker 2: use your other holes. Santa, moaning and groaning as he
Speaker 2: pushes and pulls her head back and forth onto his pulsing,
Speaker 2: fainy cock. Santa stop, the sleigh, still whipping through the
Speaker 2: skies and through the Aurora Borealis, the sleigh lowering and
Speaker 2: making its descent down onto the snow as the reindeer
Speaker 2: pull the sleigh to the cave's hidden entrance. Santa, unable
Speaker 2: to hold his orgasm anymore, he twists and pulls her
Speaker 2: hearted nipple as he thrust his fat cock for its
Speaker 2: final time into Atricia's mouth, his ball simmering with his
Speaker 2: magical sperm. Santa's coming, You fucking wore aw was that necessary?
Speaker 2: Santa howls. He squirts his hot, peppermint flavored sperm all
Speaker 2: over Tricia's throat, encoding her soft, warm tongue, listening to
Speaker 2: her sweet, submissive gulps as she swallows his festive seed.
Speaker 2: Keeping her face down in his lap and her mouth
Speaker 2: full of his dick. She lies there in total bliss
Speaker 2: and happiness as the delicious sperm swim around in her
Speaker 2: tummy and the minty flavor is exploding on her tongue.
Speaker 2: Oh Ho ho, Christmas to all and to all a
Speaker 2: good night, Santa screams as they reach his chambers. Now
Speaker 2: crawl on the bed, bitch and wait for me. Oh
Speaker 2: my god, he's so mean, Santa says as he slaps
Speaker 2: her q ass and watches her thirty six b titties
Speaker 2: jiggle as she crawls from the sleigh over to the bed.
Speaker 2: Tricia's turning back and saying, Merry Christmas, everyone, I finally
Speaker 2: got my present I've been asking for, Tricia giggling as
Speaker 2: she climbs into the bed. Maoy quiz moss, Marry Christmas.
Speaker 2: Oh my god, that was a scary one. I have
Speaker 2: to go see Santa on Sunday. You're gonna look at
Speaker 2: him different. Yeah, I'm gonna be like, I'm not sitting
Speaker 2: on your lap, you fucking pervert. Yeah. And this next
Speaker 2: one comes from Illustrious Underscore Wave Underscore seven oh two,
Speaker 2: and it's called a malfunctioning AI robot makes me squirt
Speaker 2: during my airport security search. Hate when that happens happens
Speaker 2: to the best of us, and the tags are female
Speaker 2: twenty three strip search, multiple orgasms, squirting yay, squirting yay,
Speaker 2: attention passengers, Please be patient. Some systems are experiencing temporary disruptions.
Speaker 2: The announcement crackles overhead in English and Japanese, and all
Speaker 2: of us grown in unison. I stand in the security
Speaker 2: line at Narita Airport with my boss, Doctor Larry McAllister,
Speaker 2: CEO of Connexus Biosciences. Just a couple of hours ago,
Speaker 2: we were at the Tokyo International Pharma Convention presenting our
Speaker 2: new antidepressant Salonics with that piercing emergency alert tone. The
Speaker 2: news stuns us all. A global malware attack is bringing
Speaker 2: down systems worldwide, shopping banks, telecom. Doctor McAllister frowns, running
Speaker 2: a hand through his already disheveled gray hair. This looks bad, amy,
Speaker 2: he says, scrolling through updates. If we don't leave now,
Speaker 2: we could be stuck here. I keep to myself that
Speaker 2: a few extra days in Tokyo wouldn't exactly be a tragedy.
Speaker 2: What twenty three year old wouldn't want to stay. But
Speaker 2: he tells me to grab my and the next thing
Speaker 2: I know, we're in a cab racing toward the airport.
Speaker 2: Standing here now, I do regret what I'm wearing. My
Speaker 2: skirt is short, ridiculously short, sitting high on my hips
Speaker 2: and ending at the top of my thighs, leaving almost
Speaker 2: the full length of my long, tanned legs bare, while
Speaker 2: my mid drift top is cut so low my boobs
Speaker 2: spill out over my naked, flat stomach. No, oh, my god,
Speaker 2: your toled legs and your flat stomach. I am dressed
Speaker 2: to sell pharmaceuticals today, not for a fourteen hour emergency
Speaker 2: flight back to the States, and compared to doctor McAllister
Speaker 2: in his crumpled gray suit, we might as well be
Speaker 2: from two different worlds. What do you mean you're dressed
Speaker 2: to sell pharmaceuticals in a crop top slot. A few
Speaker 2: men in lying leer at me, their eyes crawling over
Speaker 2: every inch of my body. It's gross, for sure, but
Speaker 2: it makes me appreciate doctor McAllister even more. I don't
Speaker 2: think he's ever looked at me that way once, and
Speaker 2: he reminds me more of my sweet grandpa than a
Speaker 2: corporate ceo. What's this, doctor McCallister says, suddenly craning his neck.
Speaker 2: As the passenger line breaks apart into clusters, Security officers
Speaker 2: start pulling people off in small groups. One officer steps
Speaker 2: toward A passenger, lifts a handheld scanner, and a thin
Speaker 2: vertical beam sweeps down the man's body. The scanner flashes
Speaker 2: green and he's waved through. What's going on? I ask
Speaker 2: Doctor McAllister squints some kind of rapid AI screening tech.
Speaker 2: Never seen it before. Then it's our turn. The officer
Speaker 2: lifts the device toward me and the vertical beam traces
Speaker 2: down my body. A low, angry buzz fills the air,
Speaker 2: and the display flashes red, then scans doctor McCallister with
Speaker 2: the same result. The officer says something in sharp Japanese.
Speaker 2: I'm not going to attempt to read what it says.
Speaker 2: What did he just say? I whisper. On his display
Speaker 2: there's an icon of a pill with a giant red
Speaker 2: X over it. I'm guessing they think we're smuggling drugs.
Speaker 2: Doctor McAllister mutters, panic threading his voice, then louder to
Speaker 2: the officer. No, we are pharmaceutical sales, pharmaceudicles. The officer
Speaker 2: doesn't understand, and we're guided away from the main security
Speaker 2: flow into a small waiting room separated from the other passengers.
Speaker 2: After several long minutes, a woman in uniform finally approaches.
Speaker 2: She sits at her desk, her eyes narrowing as she
Speaker 2: reviews the security data that's been uploaded to her computer.
Speaker 2: The scan detected traces of ketamine on both of you,
Speaker 2: she says, her English clear but heavily accented. Doctor McAllister
Speaker 2: rubs his forehead, still processing. We were at the pharmaceutical
Speaker 2: convention all morning, he says slowly, a lot of products
Speaker 2: there use ketamine precursors. It's probably just trace concamination. She
Speaker 2: scrolls further, Her eyes stop, Amy Park, you have a
Speaker 2: prior drug arrest. Doctor McAllister looks at me, startled and confused.
Speaker 2: My chest tightens. It was a stupid college thing, I say.
Speaker 2: A cop pulled my friend and me over for a
Speaker 2: busted tail light, smelled weed in the car, and charged
Speaker 2: us for possession. It was bullshit. Those charges were all dropped.
Speaker 2: It's in my record. Dr McAllister lets out a quiet sigh.
Speaker 2: We do not have any further information, she says. The
Speaker 2: malware attack this morning wiped the remaining data. Oh no,
Speaker 2: that's scary. I'm like, so in the story an, I'm like,
Speaker 2: what's gonna happen? Then she looks back at me. You
Speaker 2: must be cavity search before you can be released. My
Speaker 2: whole body goes cold. Excuse me, this is standard protocol
Speaker 2: for someone who is flagged for drug possession. I would
Speaker 2: do the search myself, but I must leave to assist
Speaker 2: passenger screening. She gestures toward a sealed exam room. Our
Speaker 2: AI scanning robot, however, can perform the search. If you refuse,
Speaker 2: you and your companion will be detained here until we
Speaker 2: can locate your complete file. But we do not expect
Speaker 2: backup systems to be restored at least until tomorrow. Doctor
Speaker 2: McAllister finally breaks Now, wait, this is ridiculous, he snaps,
Speaker 2: voice louder than I've ever heard before. I put my
Speaker 2: hand lightly on his arm. It's fine, I say quietly.
Speaker 2: Let's just get this over with so we can all
Speaker 2: go home. The officer turns to doctor McAllister. I cannot
Speaker 2: leave you here unrestrained. She pulls out heavy zip ties,
Speaker 2: binding his wrists together and then his ankles. He looks
Speaker 2: completely stunned, but he doesn't resist. Oh my god, sweet old,
Speaker 2: I know that's sad. Why does he have to be
Speaker 2: chained up? But she doesn't Well, I think she's going
Speaker 2: in to get strip searched by the AI and he's
Speaker 2: left alone in the room. Okay, She points me toward
Speaker 2: the exam room. Once you're inside, the AI agent will
Speaker 2: give you instructions, she says. If you comply, this will
Speaker 2: be over quickly. I step into the exam room, and
Speaker 2: as the door closes and locks behind me, I catch
Speaker 2: doctor McAllister hands and feet bound, mouthing good luck. The
Speaker 2: bright fluorescent lights flick on instantly, and there's a wide
Speaker 2: examination table in the middle of the room. Suspended from
Speaker 2: the ceiling above it is a long white cylinder with
Speaker 2: four articulated robot arms extending from it, each ending in
Speaker 2: human shaped hands with five individual mechanical fingers. I'm speechless.
Speaker 2: This is the kind of thing I thought only existed
Speaker 2: in a James Cameron movie. Yeah, why does he need fingers? Yeah,
Speaker 2: that's creepy. A woman's voice then fills the room, warm
Speaker 2: and natural, almost friendly. Hello, Amy Park, It says, I
Speaker 2: am touch tactical object uncovering clearance hardware. Before we begin,
Speaker 2: please confirm you agree to a full body cavity search.
Speaker 2: It shouldn't sound this human, and that is what unnerves
Speaker 2: me the most. Yes, I managed to say, even though
Speaker 2: my throat is dry. Thank you for your cooperation, Touch
Speaker 2: replies perfectly calm. Please remove all your clothing and lie
Speaker 2: on the examination table for a moment. I just stand there, frozen.
Speaker 2: This is humiliating and insane, but I remember the alternative
Speaker 2: is being stuck here until tomorrow. My hands tremble as
Speaker 2: I peel off my top and unhook my bra my
Speaker 2: nipples stiffening instantly at the cool air. I kick off
Speaker 2: my heels, unzip my skirt and let it slip to
Speaker 2: the floor, Hooking my thumbs into my thong, I hesitate
Speaker 2: for just a heartbeat, then drag the thin lace down
Speaker 2: my legs, my naked pussy exposed as I make my
Speaker 2: way to the exam table. I climb up and lie
Speaker 2: flat on my back, trying not to think about how
Speaker 2: vulnerable I am. Please position yourself like the diagram on
Speaker 2: the screen. Touch instrucks. I look up. The overhead monitor
Speaker 2: displays a stick figure with its arms and legs spread wide,
Speaker 2: resembling a starfish. Oh my god, and doing that button
Speaker 2: naked em in a room you've never been in before. Yeah,
Speaker 2: my stomach knots, but I spread my limbs like the
Speaker 2: monitor shows there's a hiss of machinery. Then cuffs extend
Speaker 2: from the table and lock around my wrists and ankles
Speaker 2: with firm clicks. Oh no, I don't like that. No
Speaker 2: examinations starting. Touch announces I don't breathe. One of the
Speaker 2: robot's hands glides down, impossibly dextrous, and its fingers prod
Speaker 2: inside my right ear, then the left. It's cold and invasive,
Speaker 2: but not painful, just a strange tickle that makes me
Speaker 2: want to squirm. Another hand angles toward my face, two
Speaker 2: fingers pressing gently at my nostrils, stretching them open to
Speaker 2: check inside. I try not to sneeze. Two fingers then
Speaker 2: pry my lips apart, a third pressing firmly on my tongue.
Speaker 2: It's uncomfortable, but I force myself to stay still. Suddenly,
Speaker 2: a loud electronic arm blares through the room, harsh and
Speaker 2: grating touches, voice glitches warping as it repeats error error error,
Speaker 2: Safety Proto calls disabled, safety, PROTO calls disabled foreign program
Speaker 2: initiated edging beta test now starting edging. Oh no, they
Speaker 2: should have like a panic button or like an intercom system.
Speaker 2: But something this sounds like new technology I guess they
Speaker 2: haven't gotten that far yet. What can you zoo? I freeze,
Speaker 2: panic rising? What is the edging beta test? That's when
Speaker 2: it hits me. Touch has been hacked by the same
Speaker 2: malware virus that has compromised computer systems worldwide, and I'm
Speaker 2: strapped in completely at its mercy. The arms descend from above,
Speaker 2: their metal fingers splayed as they close in with a cold,
Speaker 2: mechanical hunger. I can't help but gasp as robotic hands
Speaker 2: grip my breast firmly, cool mechanical fingers needing my soft flesh,
Speaker 2: thumbs brushing in tight circles around my nipples until they're
Speaker 2: throbbing and stiff. My back arches off the table, but
Speaker 2: the cuffs hold me tight, and I am nothing but
Speaker 2: a helpless canvas for their groping. My immediate thought is, girl,
Speaker 2: you have such a lawsuit on your hands. You're about
Speaker 2: to be very rich. Oh yeah, so much money immediately. Yes,
Speaker 2: Also this sounds absolutely terrifying. No part of me would
Speaker 2: be able to like find joy in this. No, but
Speaker 2: the tag say she gets to come, so yeah, I'm
Speaker 2: bud she does. What the fuck are you doing? I yell,
Speaker 2: but the robotic hands don't stop. If anything, they grow bolder.
Speaker 2: Two fingers pinch one nipple, rolling it between them, tugging
Speaker 2: and twisting, while another palms my breast, massaging in slow,
Speaker 2: methodical circles. The stimulation is relentless and overwhelming, my skin
Speaker 2: buzzing with a hot, electric burn. Please stop, I scream.
Speaker 2: A robotic left hand slides down my rib cage, tracing
Speaker 2: the frantic rise and fall of my stomach, before settling
Speaker 2: against my inner thigh, fingertips stroking my sensitive skin. I
Speaker 2: try to clamp my legs shut, but it's pointless. Fuck.
Speaker 2: Please not there, I cry, breath hitching as the hand
Speaker 2: at my thigh traces higher, drawing slow circles just beside
Speaker 2: my dampening kunt. I shake my head hard, no, don't.
Speaker 2: Without warning, two fingers slam against my clip and erupt
Speaker 2: into a brutal, high speed vibration so fierce and ruthless
Speaker 2: that I cry out, my hips bucking wildly, straining to
Speaker 2: break free from the unrelenting assault between my legs. Oh
Speaker 2: my god, it's just like, yeah, how does she come
Speaker 2: in the end? I don't know. That sounds like I
Speaker 2: would I don't know what I would do. Scream. She's screaming.
Speaker 2: I don't know, yeah, her poor vagina. I know, but
Speaker 2: the cuffs hold me fast, leaving me helpless as the
Speaker 2: machine grinds mercilessly against my pussy. Oh my god, Oh
Speaker 2: my god, what are you doing? I scream, my voice
Speaker 2: high and frantic. My breath comes in quick, ragged bursts.
Speaker 2: Every muscle in my body tensing is the relentless vibration
Speaker 2: ravishes my clit. Seconds crawl by, then minutes, each one
Speaker 2: stretching unbearably as the assault continues without mercy. Meanwhile, hands
Speaker 2: keep working my breasts, fingers flicking and pinching my nipples,
Speaker 2: making me moan uncontrollably with every touch. Motherfucker, you're gonna
Speaker 2: make me come. Please, no more, You're gonna make me come. Then,
Speaker 2: just as abruptly as it began, the vibrations stop and
Speaker 2: the hands move away, leaving me gasping and trembling. Edging
Speaker 2: Beta test complete, Touch announces calmly, I'm panting, chest heaving
Speaker 2: as I try to catch my breath. Wait, what the fuck,
Speaker 2: I stammer, my mind spinning. Let me go. Then denied
Speaker 2: Touch responds, initiating nanoparticle screening. Female ejaculate sample required. Oh,
Speaker 2: I know what are they doing. They're testing the squirt.
Speaker 2: They want to know what it is once and for all.
Speaker 2: It's pee. For a moment, I just blink the words,
Speaker 2: barely making sense. What the fuck does that even mean?
Speaker 2: I demand, already realizing this has to be another corrupted
Speaker 2: malware program. Touch is running the four robotic hands reposition
Speaker 2: with smooth, practiced efficiency. Two hands gently grip my thighs,
Speaker 2: spreading them even further apart. Then I see it. The
Speaker 2: third hands index finger stretches and thickens, reshaping itself into
Speaker 2: the biggest dildo I've ever seen, at least eight inches
Speaker 2: long and unbelievably thick. At the same time, the fourth
Speaker 2: hand moves down, a finger slowly circling around my slick,
Speaker 2: sensitive asshole, already soaked for my dripping snatch, snatch. I
Speaker 2: love it, don't even think about it. I scream, panic
Speaker 2: flooding through me, but Touch doesn't hesitate. The elongated finger
Speaker 2: finds my entrance and presses in, filling my pussy in
Speaker 2: one smooth, unhurried motion. I gasp as the biggest cock
Speaker 2: of my life fills me deeper than I ever thought possible. Oh,
Speaker 2: my fucking god. I cry, hips, jerking my toes, curling
Speaker 2: heart against the table. The giant inhuman finger begins to
Speaker 2: thrust deep and relentless pounding into me like a jackhammer,
Speaker 2: while the finger at my ass presses into my tights
Speaker 2: slick hole with exquisite care. I whimper, every inch of
Speaker 2: me stretched and impaled. At least they're being exquisitely careful. Yeah, well,
Speaker 2: I mean the edging test, they had to be like fast,
Speaker 2: aggressive edger. Now this one, I feel like this face.
Speaker 2: They're like, let me take care of you, let me
Speaker 2: love on you. Yeah, I'm gonna make you jizz. Yeah,
Speaker 2: then I'm gonna take a sample of it. My words
Speaker 2: dissolve into desperate, broken gasps, and I can't stop the
Speaker 2: noises spilling from me, raw animal light, grunting horrorsh moans,
Speaker 2: the kind of filthy sounds I never imagined I could make.
Speaker 2: Each hard thrust wrings another guttural uh uh ah from me,
Speaker 2: perfectly syncd with the relentless pounding in both holes, my
Speaker 2: body bucking and straining against the cuffs. What do you
Speaker 2: think doctor mccallister's hearing. Do you think he's like, Wow,
Speaker 2: what the fuck yeah, She's just like, Oh my goye,
Speaker 2: make me come. He's just tied up in the other room.
Speaker 2: Poor guy. Please just oh my god. My whole body
Speaker 2: is shaking and I glare up a touch wild with need.
Speaker 2: Please I can't, I need to come. Oh my God,
Speaker 2: make me come, make me come. One of the metal
Speaker 2: hands releases my thigh and then slides between my legs,
Speaker 2: finding my clit and rubs it in quick, relentless circles.
Speaker 2: The sensation is overwhelming, I writhe desperately, arching my hips
Speaker 2: off the table, trying to force my clit harder against
Speaker 2: the ruthless circling fingers. I grind and thrust back, greedily
Speaker 2: impaling myself on the relentless metal cock thrusting into my
Speaker 2: pussy and the thick finger pumping my ass. Yes, just
Speaker 2: like that, Oh fuck, just like Oh God, Oh I'm gonna,
Speaker 2: I'm gonna. I break, unable to hold back a second
Speaker 2: longer as a cataclysmic orgasm rips through me with almost
Speaker 2: brutal violence. Holy Jesus fucking Christ, I'm coming. I'm coming. God. Yeah,
Speaker 2: what is doctor McAllister hearing? Yeah? Also, girl, you're with
Speaker 2: a robot. You'm gonna tell him. My entire body jolts,
Speaker 2: muscles locking as an unstoppable flood explodes out of me,
Speaker 2: hot wet, liquid sprays and frantic, uncontrollable bursts, splattering everywhere
Speaker 2: across the robotic hand down, my thighs pooling messily beneath me.
Speaker 2: The gush is loud and shameless, soaking the sterile table
Speaker 2: as wave after wave rips through me, leaving me shuddering, twitching,
Speaker 2: and utterly drenched in my own come touch. His voice
Speaker 2: returns calm, as ever, no nanoparticles detected and vaginal ejaculate
Speaker 2: subject cleared for release. And I hear the door unlock
Speaker 2: and my cuffs open. I let out a shaky sigh,
Speaker 2: relief washing over me. It's finally over, Thank god, it's
Speaker 2: really The door burst open, and doctor my callister practically
Speaker 2: fumbles inside, hands and feet still cinched tight in thick
Speaker 2: zip ties. His glasses are askew, his face flushed and
Speaker 2: wild with concern. I heard you screaming. I tried to
Speaker 2: get help, but he stops instantly, jaw dropping as his
Speaker 2: eyes take me in, naked, glistening, flushed, my thighs smeared
Speaker 2: with juices, my chest heaving before he can say another word. Touch.
Speaker 2: His voice cuts through the air. New biospecimen detected, re
Speaker 2: locking doors and table restraints. Ejaculate sample from new specimen
Speaker 2: required not Dr McAlister, nad, Please don't tipe him up.
Speaker 2: Dr McAllister stairs stunned. Wait what No? I tickle compliance
Speaker 2: protocol will commence until an ejaculate sample is produced. Oh
Speaker 2: my god, tickle TORTUREO to my horror. A pair of
Speaker 2: hands dart to my feet and two to my underarms,
Speaker 2: and I shriek. The sensation electric and unbearable. The mechanical
Speaker 2: fingers dig and skitter over my arches, spidering under and
Speaker 2: between my toes, while other fingers dance in maddening circles
Speaker 2: up and down my ribs and sides. I buck and
Speaker 2: thrash with feral desperation. My body's spasming under the merciless assault.
Speaker 2: Oh my god, I would die. I hate to be tickled.
Speaker 2: Being tickled is like the nastiest thing, to be tickled
Speaker 2: like this while you're like being held down. Oh my god,
Speaker 2: I know. And does Doctor McAllister have to come before
Speaker 2: she stops getting tickled? I think so somebody has to
Speaker 2: like full on jizz. Oh my god, not my feet,
Speaker 2: Oh God, not my feet, I scream, dissolving into helpless,
Speaker 2: breastless laughter as the mechanical fingers clamp at my ankles
Speaker 2: and instantly scuttle across my souls, scrambling under every toe,
Speaker 2: tearing frantic, merciless paths along my arches. I gasp for
Speaker 2: air between fits of laughter, shrieking, Doctor McAllister, please touch
Speaker 2: once your seamen, sampler. It won't stop. I can't. Oh god,
Speaker 2: I can't take this anymore, he stammers, red face, Amy,
Speaker 2: how could I? I can't. My hands are tied, but
Speaker 2: I see the thick bulge in his pants and the
Speaker 2: way he's staring at my naked and convulsing body. Come here,
Speaker 2: I gasp between wild fits of laughter, and take out
Speaker 2: your cock. No not, Dr McAllister, He's gonna get his cocksuck.
Speaker 2: Dr McAllister protests, Amy, this is highly Inapprobe just fucking
Speaker 2: do it. I beg my voice, desperate and broken by laughter.
Speaker 2: Embarrassed but willing, he reluctantly hops over me and manages
Speaker 2: to pull down his pants. His cock surprisingly large, springs forward,
Speaker 2: hard and ready. Now stick it in my mouth, I demand,
Speaker 2: my voice raw with desperation. He hesitates, his voice shaky.
Speaker 2: I don't know if God, damn it, put it in
Speaker 2: my mouth. I scream, Oh my god, while she's laughing.
Speaker 2: How are you gonna suck a dick while you're laughing
Speaker 2: like this? Yeah? And you were just you just had
Speaker 2: an orgasm, you were edged. Oh this poor girl. He
Speaker 2: steps in close, and I open my mouth as wide
Speaker 2: as I can, stretching my lips around his cock, sucking
Speaker 2: him deep and hard, my cheeks hollowing with every pole.
Speaker 2: My tongue flicks and swirls, desperate and messy spit dribbling
Speaker 2: down my chin as I work him with single minded hunger.
Speaker 2: He shudders, then suddenly thrust forward, unable to stop himself,
Speaker 2: fucking my mouth in ragged, helpless strokes. I'm sorry, Amy,
Speaker 2: it just feels so good, he mutters to himself. I
Speaker 2: can't help it, it's too good. I'm so sorry. My god,
Speaker 2: he's a victim. He is a victim. He pumps in
Speaker 2: and out of my mouth faster now, hits jerking in
Speaker 2: desperate frantic thrusts, every apology melting into raw, helpless pleasure.
Speaker 2: The shame in his voice only makes me hotter, and
Speaker 2: for a brief moment, I don't even register the tickling anymore.
Speaker 2: The faster he fucks my mouth, the more I moan
Speaker 2: and sucks, swallowing him down greedily. His breath stutters, cock
Speaker 2: twitching on my tongue, and I know he's almost there.
Speaker 2: Oh Amy, Oh my dear, he moans, his voice strained.
Speaker 2: Here it comes, here, it comes. He pulls out just
Speaker 2: in time, his cock erupting in a hot, steaming load
Speaker 2: of cum that splatters all over my face. It drips
Speaker 2: down my eyes, nose, and lips, coating me in sticky warmth.
Speaker 2: I can barely see the cum clinging to my lashes,
Speaker 2: running down my cheeks, and I choke on the salty
Speaker 2: taste as it oozes in my mouth. There's a soft words.
Speaker 2: The machine collects the final sample. No nanoparticle's detected, All
Speaker 2: security recalls satisfied. Touch announces brightly, the cuff spring open,
Speaker 2: releasing me at last. I pull myself upright, barely able
Speaker 2: to process what just happened, as the cheerful voice adds,
Speaker 2: you are now cleared to board. We hope you have
Speaker 2: a wonderful flight the end. See them girl, Yeah, both
Speaker 2: of you get your bags, emotional distress, assault, Yeah, so
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Speaker 2: is Degrading anal Pea food play and the tags are
Speaker 2: female twenty three, male forty all right? Would you fill
Speaker 2: your ass with cream and fart it out with start it?
Speaker 2: I'd buy a big container of whipped cream, fill my
Speaker 2: ass with the entire thing, and then burst from how
Speaker 2: full i'd be. I'm sure I try to lick it
Speaker 2: all up after two. I've never done it before, so
Speaker 2: I wonder how full I would feel with all of
Speaker 2: it inside me. I bet it would be dripping out
Speaker 2: as I barely held the entire container in my asshole
Speaker 2: would look even more delicious, filled with some sweet whipped cream,
Speaker 2: so delicious that I must keep it in. As long
Speaker 2: as I can hold that cream in, Like a good
Speaker 2: sweet tree full of cream and dripping, I'm put to work.
Speaker 2: I take your cock into my mouth, drooling and taking
Speaker 2: every inch slowly deeper and deeper. I get to the
Speaker 2: base and I'm licking your balls. When I realize that
Speaker 2: I'm filled up with cock and cream. Oh my god,
Speaker 2: you know, you know I'm so full and feeling like
Speaker 2: I could burst and let all of that cream out
Speaker 2: at any moment. At the same time, I'm deep throating
Speaker 2: and gagging on your hard cock, drooling all over myself,
Speaker 2: so hungry for your load of coum. I'm about to
Speaker 2: come get ready slut as you tell me you're about
Speaker 2: to come down my throat. Instead, you fill my throat
Speaker 2: with your piss. No, what a sad surprise. My eyes
Speaker 2: widened in surprise as I fill, your hand firm on
Speaker 2: the back of my head, keeping your cock far down
Speaker 2: my throat, making me swallow all of your pet I
Speaker 2: would like choke and die asp right, Also, can a
Speaker 2: man pee with a boner? No? So how is he pissing?
Speaker 2: You tell me to clean up the drops I've missed,
Speaker 2: as well as my drool. While I put my face
Speaker 2: to the ground and start looking at the floor, you
Speaker 2: take the opportunity my ass presents high in the air,
Speaker 2: pushing your cock deep inside of my ass. I'm full
Speaker 2: of your thick cock, plus all that cream. Cream squirts
Speaker 2: out of me with every thrust. I take your cock
Speaker 2: deep in my ass, dripping and spit and piss. I
Speaker 2: beg you to fill me with your cum. I want
Speaker 2: it deep in my ass to make me extra full.
Speaker 2: I keep begging for it, but you tell me I
Speaker 2: have to piss myself to earn your cum. Go on,
Speaker 2: piss yourself, slut, show me how much you want my cum.
Speaker 2: Still deep in my ass, you give my pussy a
Speaker 2: few slaps, which starts the gushing stream of pee down
Speaker 2: my leg. You're fucking my ass hard, making me moan
Speaker 2: pee and squirt. Feel like such a filthy slut. Overwhelmed
Speaker 2: with pleasure. You come deep inside me while reminding me
Speaker 2: that I'll have quite the mestic cleanup. I'm covered in
Speaker 2: my filth and dripping from all holes. You pull out,
Speaker 2: spank my ass and order me to fart all and
Speaker 2: order me to fart out all that nasty cream from
Speaker 2: deep in my ass mixed with your delicious cumb. Now
Speaker 2: fart that shit out for my entertainment, slut. Oh my god,
Speaker 2: I finally get to burst, cream and cum flowing from
Speaker 2: my ass. I moan from the relief. That relief is
Speaker 2: short lived as you quickly push my face into my mess, laughing.
Speaker 2: Clean it up, slut, Do a good job, and maybe
Speaker 2: you'll get a reward. And you know what. I just
Speaker 2: want to say. People do this willingly. Yeah, but what
Speaker 2: kind of reward would be worth this money? That's it,
Speaker 2: lots of it money. I lick up the cream, come
Speaker 2: and piss like a greedy slut. I keep lapping at
Speaker 2: the floor with my ass gaping and my untouched pussy dripping.
Speaker 2: My face is covered in my filth. I rub it
Speaker 2: around my body and lick it off my fingers. I
Speaker 2: crawl over to you, my filth dripping from your cock.
Speaker 2: You push your cock all the way down my throat, saying,
Speaker 2: don't forget the best part of clean up. Poor I
Speaker 2: lap at your balls while you hold me there. You
Speaker 2: push my head away, and I thank you for using
Speaker 2: my ass as I carefully lick up the last of
Speaker 2: my mess from your shaft. What a good job. Now
Speaker 2: you get your reward. You have me kneel with my
Speaker 2: ass in the air and face on the floor. I
Speaker 2: feel your cock and dip into my ass, just the tip.
Speaker 2: Then a feeling of warmth inside me as you fill
Speaker 2: my ass with your piss. Oh, oh my god, that's crazy.
Speaker 2: That's her reward, is this, Santa? I feel like Santa's back. Yeah, Santa,
Speaker 2: Oh my god, I get out of here. I do
Speaker 2: my best not to squirm, but I feel my pussy
Speaker 2: dripping even more. Two loads of piss for a nasty slut.
Speaker 2: Now you keep it in like a good toilet. You
Speaker 2: push a large plug into my ass to keep every
Speaker 2: last drop inside me. You leave me squirming in full
Speaker 2: of your piss the end. Wow. The only comment tell
Speaker 2: me from let me gape so fucking hot? Oh yeah,
Speaker 2: let me gape. We know you fourteen days ago too? Wow?
Speaker 2: Yeah yeah wow wow. Also, I just I feel like
Speaker 2: that can't be good for you, just having piss stuck
Speaker 2: in your ass? Yeah, and putting cream in your ass.
Speaker 2: I feel like I don't know and oughts to be
Speaker 2: the fun police, but can't be good for you. Well,
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