She pivoted her weight on that heel to lean over me, and as the bend of her knee increased, the sole of her boot slowly pushed my throbbing cock against my belly. I was terrified, and I’d never been so turned on in my life. Little spurts of precum shot from my tip and pooled into my navel, and before I knew what I was doing, I was moaning again. “My, my, my, aren’t you a little treat?” Lucy chuckled over me, her bulging cleavage practically spilling from her corset. She pet my ,hair as I writhed beneath her pressing sole, the gentleness of her hand juxtaposing the cruelty of her foot. But the pain was no longer something I shied from, for each excruciating addition of weight only heightened the pleasure I garnered from it. She finally pushed her toes down, and I gritted my teeth against the agony and ecstasy. “Your sister, Danny.” Lucy whispered above me, her golden eyes seeped in malice and tenderness alike. I could’ve stayed there forever, stuck in the duality of my newfound perversion. “She’s at my house.” I croaked. “That’s where she died, but that’s not where she is.” Lucy said, and the excruciating weight in my crotch intensified. My hands became claws of tensed fingers, exotic my toes curled, and my legs thrashed below me. Oh, it was good. So, terribly, good. “She’s dead?!” I managed, the revelation filtering through. “Yes,” Lucy said, and now her face was hovering over mine, her body parallel above me, almost all her weight pressing on my throbbing shaft, “but she’s missing.” “She’s japanese in heaven then!” I yelled. “Sorry, Danny-boy,” Lucy said, and she actually did sound genuine, “but Emily didn’t make it.” “I! Don’t! Know! Where! She! Is!” I gasped each word. Lucy tilted her head forward, her black hair drawing a curtain over my face, the strands tickling my forehead and cheeks. “I believe you.” She said softly, and her forked tongue slipped from her black lips to trace the outline of my panting mouth, “Now…” she whispered directly into my ear, “do you want me to stop?” “No.” I breathed. “I asian didn’t think so.” She chuckled, “The safe word is ‘Emily;’ I want to hear you moan her name.” “It was you!” I snarled, “You’re the one who’s been putting those fucked up thoughts in my head!” “Fucked up thoughts?” Lucy cocked her head confusedly, “What are you talking…” Lucy trailed off, and her eyes widened above mine, “Oh Danny-boy,” she grinned, lifting her heel, shifting it forward, and slowly pressing it down, “you belong here, you sick, twisted, fuck.” Her heel pushed into my balls, indenting the mattress beneath them until there was no more give. My chains rattled as I squirmed beneath her, trapped in the pain, a slave to the pleasure, bellowing in hoarse tones as the pressure in my balls increased. My cock elevated with the rise of her foot, and it throbbed excruciatingly, bubbling with the imminence of release. The roiling in my loins escalated, the pain in my crotch was unbearable, but I reveled in it, staring rapturously into the merciless eyes of my mistress. “Say it,” Lucy hissed in my ear, “say her name.” “EMILY!” I screamed, and I erupted. I thrusted as Lucy released the pressure of her heel, and I showered myself with my seed, spilling it across my belly, chest, and chin. I didn’t care. I was in a torrent of ecstasy, my entire being seeming to be sucked out of the end of my cock, pumping japan through my loins like a hose. “There, baby, there.” Lucy cooed softly, trailing her fingers through my hair. She took a dollop of what had spilled on my chin, and brought her finger to her lips. “Mmm.” She hummed hedonistically, drawing the finger through her pursed mouth, “Oh, you are decadent, Danny-boy.” Her slit pupils dilated, and her posture grew languorous. She eased herself pussy downward, her golden eyes watching me. Her breath caressed my shaft, and it twitched alive, curving with unnatural engorgement. Jon took me to the gym and really made me work hard. “Yong!” Futa-Mom groaned. "Erin, fight it!" Some of it spilled from their mouths between kisses and dribbled down Leah’s chest and boobs. Steve was doing a great job at japan getting me ready pussy for someone's cock and I could feel my pussy getting really wet. Ron aims it to a large tv over that asian hangs on the wall behind the bar. "Wow! What are we?” I Finally, it was time. “Enjoy exotic the desire I have stoked in your wives,” japanese I said, grabbing my panties and pulling them up my thighs. from my vantage point only , in the shadows, I had on a white button down shirt and a floral skirt that went down below my knees. GOD!