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. I can't." You can and will." She picked up the remote, setting Kinny's gain to10. She maxed out his Recension, his Feedback, and she minimized hisMotor Control."What did you just do?" Kinny felt like he was slipping into a dream."This doesn't feel real." It's VR. AR. Look at the screen."Cookie and Boodles were wrestling. And Cookie was getting stuffed intoher cursed armor again. Boodles was no longer a female half-ogre. Hewas a full-blooded male ogre. Or maybe this was an NPC?Kinny gasped. "Oh fuck. Please stop." You know what you need to do." She pushed his head towards thetentacle.Boodles did something similar to Cookie.The tentacle dildo wiggled and touched his lips.The ogre slapped Cookie on the arse.Kinny yelped. He had no strength. Jazz pushed his head down. Thetentacle wriggled into his open mouth. The armor invaded him. Itmilked his boobs.And whatever he did to the tentacle, or it did inside his mouth, hefelt on his own penis.Kinny had a momentary thought - Not Fair! - then. I went to my dresser and grabbed the vibratortook it out the box pulled my pants and panties down and put the vibrator on to my clit while put one finger in my hole and finger fucked myself feeling more pain but no pleasure i threw the vibrator on the floor and sat there pussy still throbbing. I heard the door open and close and when i turned around Mason looked at my with lust in his eyes. He grabbed me but my hear and slammed me to the wall." What are you doing"! i said trying to push him off. He laughed at me then picked up the vibrator. " I'm about to do something you couldn't do". He kissed me roughly shoving his tongue down my throat i pulled away " Stop please i'm a virgin". tears streamed down my face. He laughed at me and pulled my hair harder. "If you really didn't want me to fuck you you wouldn't be so fucking wet you dirty cunt". i turned my head away and he shoved me to the ground. I looked up at him and shook my head "Please don't make me do this i'm sorry okay i'll do.
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