“Futa-cock!” she moaned. “Big futa-cock!” Then she cried out in Japanese. Mr. Osamu laughed. Pleasure coursed through my body. A dizzy delight rippled through me as I stared Office at those small, jiggling breasts bouncing before me. The clothespins flicked up and down. They looked so painful. I grabbed one pinching at the bottom of her right tip and squeezed the ends, freeing her. Her pussy clamped down at me. She gasped, her tits quivering. The pale imprint in her flesh flushed dark as the blood rushed back in. She whimpered, her cunt feeling incredible about my dick. She quivered atop me. “Futa-chan!” she panted, pumping her tight cunt up and down my girl-dick. “More! More! Feel good!” I seized another clothespin from her other breast. I yanked it off. She squealed, her pussy clamping down hard about my girl-dick. The grip of her silky cunt made me tremble. Pleasure spilled down my shaft while the ache built and built at the tip. I wanted to erupt into her silky heaven so badly. I wanted to pump her full of all my jizz. I seized another clothespin and ripped it off her tit. Then a fourth. She gasped and squealed, her nipples bouncing, still pinched. “You get so hot when I take these off,” I groaned. “Your pussy feels amazing. Makes me want to cum in you.” “Yes, yes, cum! Breed! Give me baby! Futa-baby!” Her face contorted in ecstasy. She slammed her japanese cunt down my cock, engulfing every inch of me in her juicy pussy. Was there anything better than a hot pussy fucking up and down my cock? Tight, hot, silky, wet pussy. I loved it. I could feel her building towards her orgasm. She craved it. She wanted my seed pumping into her, craved that explosive release. It would shudder through her. She would ride that wave right to her ecstatic bliss, gasping and moaning, crying out for all the world to hear as she milked my cock, eager for my futa-cum to breed her. My ovaries clenched. These words were formality. I wanna suck dada off, I want his fingers in me or his tongue! It was sweet of him to say sorry and give us that cute figurine though. The girl was sobbing quietly to herself. “Whores get paid Lolita and we’re not offering to pay you.” At least thats how It looked as she was obviously dressed. She tilted up her head to watch what I was doing. Tim was fidgeting with the cage on his cock. I shrugged my shoulders. She would definitely die before she woke up at this rate. The more of the aoi si's cock she took, the more Ealaín groaned and whimpered. My tongue darted out and I sunk it down in between the lips. It hasn’t had the real thing in so long….. “We are. They meandered across her body with perverse sensuality, sliding between her legs, slithering up her japanese torso, wrapping gently around her throat. She swirls her tongue around the bulbous Office head.