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Ashley was not entirely sure what Anya was talking about. She had a lot more experience, limited as it was, with the real thing compared to something like this. “…Whichever you think feels better.” She would take Anya’s recommendation here, whichever she like more. Though she was turned on by the way she was being talked to. They were the same in that sense after all, sex dominated both of their lives. They came to crave it, at least when done well. “…Do it, I’m a dirty girl.” She encouraged, the sort of things she had learned to tell her customers, though it might have been more genuine this time.

Anya blushed happily as she smiled. "You want my special ones where we can fill the dildos with cum lube or just the normal thick boys?" She purred pulling away getting up to grab them. "I bet you taste heavenly. I can't wait to fuck you and make you a gooey ozzing mess Ashley." She said her inner whore showing wanting nothing but sex and pleasure.

That was certainly an interesting idea. A little reminder of the old Ashley, though she had not really had any experience with sex when she was a boy. “…I’ll do it.” She was not sure if Anya intended to get them right away, but she felt a little more arousal as she imaged the things Anya mentioned. Her lower body twitching as she imagined Anya doing that, almost begging for it. A shiver as tongue slid across her and moan at the flicking.

"If it is by my right eye that I must sacrifice, Jezebel, by all means, pluck it out and spare me this misery." Deliberately derived from the book of Matthew, her Devil dared. His rutilant reds never waver to see the blurry tip sharpen in focus. It was a mild discomfort to the ache of desire. Instead, they stayed fixed, locked into her soul, searching the shards revealed by her suffering. He knew that familiar freight, a hell frozen in her eyes and always to her father's delight. "But I must confess, dear Jezebel:" His words welted the soft, snowy skin, attempting to dry the crimson that caked those tender loving lips. He was

Time hadn’t been kind to Adalina. Her weak legs, decrepit and unreliable, had been her undoing. All it took was an ill-placed step and a twisted ankle before jaws welcomed her at the end of a backward fall. Witnessing the bloodshed, the slaughter, Jezebel's ghost doubled over and wept in devastation. Her ear-shattering cries transcended the astral plane, felt through her physical body, as tears brimmed the surface of her vision before descending against the collar of the deceased. With each mindless morsel, skin popped around her teeth as if she'd bitten into an underripe apple, arterial spray squirting against the back of her throat in

This group can get very experimental for all of us. I hope that people don't consider it when deciding whether or not to roleplay with someone. I would think the one thing people can take away from participation here is a willingness to push our own limits and better ourselves, which can never be a bad thing.

"Well...I was hoping on eating out another girl while I fuck them with dildo while they are the same. Once we cum we then share a double ended dildo and fuck eachother that way." She blushed licking up from the bottom of her chest to the nipple. Flicking her tongue against it.

This might mark my first personal blog...or is it the 2nd? Whatever... Things are not going my way as of late. Workload keep coming, idiot mistake made my work last longer, got sick in the middle of it, told to do blood transfusion after check up, blood pressure below average, dehydrated...and then got news that my mother also got sick for days, almost a week now. It is only when i see the mirror that i realize i really need to lay down. My skin is as pale as it can get and that's not good. I'm fine as of now. Though asking me to stand up for a good minutes might be tall order to do. But i'm not here to rant too much now. Got some R