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In the interrogation room, I find Rosario Dawson , a former Jedi with ties to the Rebel Alliance and a sworn enemy of Thrawn. Standing naked and chained with her arms raised above her head, she’s repeatedly whipped by a pair of soldiers who take pleasure in watching her body writhe and struggle as she tries in vain to wriggle free. Not far from her, tied to a chair, is Laura Dern , a close friend of Genevieve’s, subjected to relentless electric shocks to her vagina. An iron ring prevents her from hurting herself by snapping shut her mouth and allows easy access to all the stormtroopers eager to have their way with a mature woman. As I watch their torture, a voice in the hallway calls for immediate action: pilot Mary Elizabeth Winstead is on the run! My men move like predators on the hunt and manage to spot her near the corridor leading to the aircraft. Armed with a blaster, the woman manages to take out two of them before being overpowered and disarmed. Like ravenous rancors, they pin her to the ground, and one after another they mount her and fuck her, penetrating her with intensity while her legs clamp around their hips. They all come inside her, intending to boast in the future that they were the ones who impregnated the rebellious pilot. The speed with which more and more men take her makes her lose her mind, to the point that she soon loses control of herself, her mouth hanging half-open and her eyes rolled upward in an expression of helpless stupidity. For two full days, situations like these follow one after another, and the seven prisoners suffer unprecedented violence and humiliation, while I remain in the company of the women chosen earlier, who perhaps secretly think they have been lucky in the misfortune of defeat.

As I stroke Varada’s head, I take in the wonderful sight before my eyes. Three stormtroopers are busy with Faye , who’s forced to kneel between them. They take turns passing the rebellious lesbian around so she can suck their cocks. Insults and cruel taunts fly as one cock after another slides deep into her throat. Faye has just a few moments between cocks to catch her breath before being grabbed by the skull and thrust forward until her face touches the white armor of the next abuser. “You really didn’t think something like this could happen, did you, slut?” one of them screams at her after spitting on her. “Fooling around with another woman in front of an entire enemy platoon that can’t wait to get their hands on you! It’s absurd that the rebellion lasted this long, with all these idiots in it!” Faye can’t answer: only gurgling sounds come from her throat. Her partner on top of me is growing increasingly desperate at not being able to help her, or at least share her fate. Curious to see more, I grab her and lead her to the cell door. After much effort, I manage to close it with Varada’s arms sticking out. The girl, handcuffed and unable to move away, can only turn her face slightly if she doesn’t want to see her beloved reduced to her current pitiful state. Only now do I realize that all the other girls I didn’t choose for myself have been taken away from the cells, probably to places more convenient for the soldiers. I wander around the base, following the sounds. The first one is actually just outside the cell corridor, in the guards’ control room. Poor Daisy Ridley has only gone a few feet: just the distance to the nearest table. Bent over it, the young Jedi is held down by guards while another one fucks her in the ass. I smile with amusement: I, too, had often cast my eye on her lovely behind, but in the end I’d decided that the full package offered by Adria was more intriguing. I’m glad, though, that others had the same idea as me. Now the soldier who was sodomizing her switches places with another, who returns to penetrate her with even more force, holding her short hair and pushing her head down. “This is for my brother, bitch! He blew up in his fighter because of you!" he tells her with growing anger while she bites her lower lip to stifle her screams. Too bad she can’t use the Force to put up a barrier around her sensitive spots! I leave the control room and head to the mess hall. Seated at one of the tables is Kelly Marie Tran , a pilot who played a leading role in some of the Rebellion’s most recent major victories. My men are repaying her by biting her soft tits with the fury of wild dogs. I wrinkle my nose at the sight of them having taken off their helmets, but in the end I figure these girls will never see the world outside a prison again anyway. Deep bite marks remain on the woman’s pale skin, soon covering the entire area of her breasts. Meanwhile, a soldier returns from the kitchens with a bottle and sets about inserting it into the woman’s pussy, but I don’t stick around to watch the scene. Instead, I’m more interested in Felicity Jones , who’s the object of attention for some soldiers in the nearby infirmary. A man’s lying on a cot with Felicity on top of him, his cock already inside her pussy. Leaning slightly forward, the rebel sucks a second man’s cock, while a third fucks her ass. “Guys, you won’t believe this!” says the man standing in front of Felicity. “This whore loves it! Fuck, you should see the way she’s looking at me!” Indeed, that’s exactly the case: Felicity’s magnificent green eyes seem to shine with a magical glow. Was she already broken, or did she truly hide a nymphomaniac soul? Maybe I should have chosen her: perhaps she would have asked to become my slave! Anyway, I just stand there watching her as she loses her mind, getting filled with streams of cum in every hole. [CONTINUE]

All: Natalie Portman . The whole time I was busy with Genevieve, Natalie never once turned to look at me. She stayed there the entire time with her head resting on Billie’s, whispering words of comfort and trying to give her strength. Billie, now completely broken, doesn’t react, and this causes Natalie to shed a few silent tears. Her strength resurfaces when I reach her and start groping her breasts from behind. She struggles, trying to break free from my grip, but in this situation, she has nowhere to go. “You’d better stay still,” I tell her as I nibble on her ear, “You might hurt Billie.” My left hand reaches inside her pants. With my fingers, I stimulate her pussy while with my right hand I turn her head so I can kiss her. Our tongues intertwine; I dance mine around, trying to touch every corner of her mouth. Her body reacts in a way she doesn’t want it to; her pussy begins to get wet in a way that deeply embarrasses her, accentuated by her partner’s head pressing against her chest. When she seems ready, I let her go and carry her to my bed to lick her between her legs. I let her scent fill my nostrils and savor her private parts while she tries to push me away. In reality, her resistance is much less firm than she’d have you believe. There’s no doubt about it: she’s enjoying this! “Well, look at that: the upstanding senator is actually a nymphomaniac!” I laugh and climb on top of her as she tries to say it isn’t true. Penetration cuts off her babbling, followed by a scream that I silence by pressing my lips against hers. I feel an unstoppable energy coursing through my body. With careful, rhythmic movements, I make my way inside her, into that vagina that feels like a sheath made just for me. I hold her wrists pinned to the mattress with my hands while my mouth moves to her neck. I alternate between gentle kisses and ravenous bites to give her a succession of ever-changing sensations. Natalie’s body trembles constantly; she shakes and arches her back continuously, and her hair is now a tangled, untamed mass. Interlacing my hands with hers, I guide her to move and position herself on top of me after I’ve lain down on my back. “Show me what you can do,” I say, excited. Natalie sways and bounces her body gracefully, keeping her eyes closed as if she were concentrating on something… or someone! Rumor has it that the woman had a forbidden affair with a Jedi Knight, so perhaps she’s seeking refuge in that thought. No big deal: I’m not here to make her fall in love. I just let her continue this frantic ride of hers, which is giving me indescribable pleasure and satisfaction. With a strain of my abs, I reach her and pull her close, running a hand through her hair and tilting her head back to press her face better against my chest. “Faster, Natalie! Faster!” Held like this, she can’t go anywhere, and my seed fills her with a powerful, hot jet that throws her back into panic. Her eyes widen, and an expression of pure horror appears on her face. Realizing what has happened, she tries to pull away again, punching me in the chest. She’s acting like a child throwing a tantrum, I think: a spoiled child who deserves a punishment! A slap with the back of my hand sends her tumbling onto her side. She immediately tries to get up and run away, but I’m faster and stronger—just enough to shove her against a wall and hold her there until I penetrate her anus. Her scream of pain is stifled by my hands clamping over her mouth. “Please… pleaseee…” I hear her mumble desperately. Our bodies seem to be melting into one, we’re so close. The anal penetration continues; her little hole isn’t used to such pressure. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes throughout the room, reaching the ears of Billie, who remains motionless. Finally, to strip Natalie of whatever dignity she has left, I grab her by the hair and force her to her knees after pulling out. Holding her tight, I bring my cock to her mouth and force her to suck. “Can you taste it? The taste of your own ass? Do you like it?” She doesn’t have time to answer because my cum explodes again, filling her mouth and shooting straight down her throat. I don’t let her move until she’s swallowed it all. Once I’m done and let her go, the Naboo senatrix falls to the ground, curling up in a fetal position, overwhelmed by such horror. “I want you to remember that I came inside you,” I say, leaning over her. “Think about it every night: maybe in a few weeks they’ll come tell me I left you a little present!” It’s the final blow: Natalie bursts into tears, and a stormtrooper has to hoist her onto his shoulder to carry her away.

Tits: Varada Sethu . During the night, I’m woken up by a guard. “Forgive my boldness, sir, but I think you’ll want to see this,” he whispers to me. I follow him into the monitoring room, and the infrared cameras show a strange blur in one of the cells—as if two bodies were joined together. “Is… is that what I think it is?” I ask in disbelief. “ “I’ve been informed that there was unusual activity today after they returned from yard time,” he explains. “Two inmates have switched partners. Now Faye Marsay is with inmate Varada Sethu.” “Take me to them!” Our arrival catches them off guard, and they don’t have time to hide the truth. “Oh, I can’t believe it,” I exclaim, amused. “Two lesbians! Maybe I should have expected this from rebels. What a fascinating spectacle." Behind me, the stormtroopers who’ve rushed over are whistling and shouting obscenities while Faye holds a frightened Varada in her arms. “Warden, how many days do I have left before the Emperor’s forces take the girls to trial?” “About two days, sir.” “I see. I’m sorry to have wasted your time, but I think I’ve chosen my last girl,” I tell him as my eyes scan the body of the woman with thick black hair. “Leave Varada to me and keep the other seven. Do whatever you want with them, but I’d like Faye to stay nearby.” The two are torn apart from their embrace and dragged in opposite directions as they stretch out to try to touch each other again, each desperately shouting the other’s name. I enter the small cell and sit down on the cot, while Varada is made to kneel. Another gesture, and her clothes are torn off, leaving her upper body exposed. In a fit of modesty, she manages to bring her arms to her chest and beg for mercy as she covers herself. “Hey, cutie, I like your little tits, you know?” I say amusedly as I bring my hand to her face. “Try to satisfy me with those, and maybe I’ll spare you from finding out what a cock tastes like down your throat.” Unsure of what to do, Varada starts to turn away when she hears her beloved screaming as she fights against the men surrounding her, but I clamp my hand over her cheeks and force her to look at me. “I won’t repeat myself: do as I say, or you’ll pay the consequences!” This time the threat has an effect: the pupils in Varada’s deep dark eyes seem to widen, and she slowly brings her hands to the sides of her large breasts. My penis slides slowly between them and waits for the next move. Varada gently massages me, using her saliva as lubricant; it glides over her skin and seems to glisten against her beautiful olive complexion. My hand grips her hair to keep her focused on her task. The noises coming from behind her unsettle her—her body trembles—but I don’t let her turn around. From my position, however, I can see perfectly what my men are doing to Faye, and the sight makes my cock even harder. My cum splatters onto Varada’s chest and face, but I order her to continue. My hands join hers, squeezing her nipples in a way that makes her grit her teeth. “Kiss the tip,” I order her. She obeys with a look of disgust, but without being able to refuse. After the first time, she’s forced to do it again and again, until the touch of her lips and her movements make me come a second time. With a finger, I scoop some cum from her face and make her drink it: if she doesn’t want to suck my cock, at least let her taste a little of my seed! Once that’s over too, I let her rest her head on my legs and cry silently. Reaching her ears now, along with the songs of her beloved Faye, are the screams and noises coming from outside, where six other women are going through hell. [CONTINUE]

BDSM: Billie Lourd . I order my men to take Carrie and her companions to a cell and keep them under constant close surveillance; in the meantime, I’ll consider my next moves. Before they leave, however, my eye catches one of the two girls who were previously being held at gunpoint. It’s a face I don’t recognize, so I ask for information. Her name’s Billie Lourd, and she was in charge of managing communications between the fleets in flight and the commanders on the ground. It seems she became very close to Carrie and that, during the evacuation of personnel after our victory, she decided to stay with her and the other fighters. This surprises me: Billie doesn’t strike me as particularly brave; her gaze is glassy, a bit melancholic. Curious to get to know her better, I grab her wrist before she’s led out and decide she’ll spend some time with me. Once again, the girls react as best they can, and once again, it’s all in vain. I drag a trembling, sobbing Billie into my room, though she manages to hold back her tears. Once there, I have her sit on my bed and pull a vast tangle of ropes out of the closet. I warn her to behave herself if she doesn’t want to be treated like Carrie. Silent and obedient, the girl undresses, remaining only in her panties and bra, folds her clothes, and places them on the floor before kneeling on top of them. I begin to tie her up calmly and precisely, enjoying the expressions on her face as the ropes tighten around her pale skin. Billie doesn’t flinch, not even when I lean down to steal a kiss from her. Rather than fighting back, she simply endures it stoically. I finish my first task and watch Billie kneeling with her arms pinned behind her back and ropes running around her breasts. I open a box in search of other useful little items: a ball gag and a nose hook to heighten her distress and embarrassment, then a vibrator to kick off the real fun. Billie moans helplessly as I move the sex toy near her still-covered pussy. Pleasure and shame mingle on her face; shivers run through her body. Positioned behind her, I kiss her shoulders and neck, inviting her to let go. Soon her panties get wet and start to drip. I remove the ball gag to hear her moans of pleasure, which she can no longer hold back. I continue with this game for a little while longer. Once freed from all restraints, Billie collapses onto her side, gasping for air. I give her a few minutes to recover while I pull the items needed for the second phase out of the box. I gently guide the girl onto the bed and begin tying her up so that her spread legs are secured to her arms; I cut off her now-soaked panties and expose her pussy in all its glory. Next, I cut off her bra as well, finally enjoying the sight of the rebellious girl, naked and willing to do anything. After blindfolding her and slapping her wet pussy a couple of times, I place an egg vibrator on top of it, followed by two more on her nipples. In her hell of darkness and immobility, Billie gives up any attempt at resistance, letting herself go with new, increasingly loud moans. A new fear runs through her body when I touch her cheek with a cold, metallic object. “Do you know what I’m holding?” I say calmly. “Your partner Rey’s lightsaber. Don’t worry, it’s not the blade! I want you to suck it. Suck it like it’s the cock of a man you love.” For Billie, it’s a new humiliation she can’t resist. Her lips take in the hilt, her tongue swirls around it. The vibration on her sensitive spots makes her lose her mind, and soon she becomes more and more into what she’s doing. I’m awakening a slutty side in her that she perhaps didn’t even know she had. Finally, I take the sword away and replace it with her own panties, wet with vaginal fluids. “Try to spit it out and I’ll make you pay for it!” She obeys like a little animal, her spirit now broken. Lying down beside her, I pull her close, sniffing her hair while massaging one of her breasts with my hand. “I need to rest,” I whisper in her ear, “Make sure I find you like this when I wake up.” With that, I stay close to her as I wait for sleep to take me in its arms. Her moans and the sound of the vibrators gently lull me to sleep.

Ass: Adria Arjona . When I wake up a few hours later, I’m pleased to see that Billie has obeyed my order. Even though she’s so exhausted she can’t even moan, she’s kept her panties in her mouth, and the vibrators are still buzzing. Judging by the sheets beneath her, she must have cum many times. When I turn off the devices, she seems to pass out. I leave her on the bed to sleep, blindfolded, with her underwear no longer bothering her. I head toward the dungeons, where everything is as requested. The guards let me walk through the corridors in search of the next girl. The scent of Billie still lingers in my nostrils and ignites my desire. I have Adria Arjona and Natasha Liu Bordizzo brought out of two cells. The first screams in pain as she’s dragged by her hair by the jailer; another stormtrooper slaps her on the ass from behind. “You were lucky, you rebel slut,” he says in an irritated tone. “You were one of our favorites: if the captain had left you to us, we would’ve ruined you!” Natasha, on the other hand, thrashes about like a wild cat as another guard carries her, holding her off the ground. Adria’s jailer has to step in to help, holding her legs to keep her from hurting anyone. We take them both to the interrogation room, and I wait for the Mandalorian to be strapped into a torture chair with her legs spread wide. Her wrists and ankles are bound with straps as the young woman tries to struggle. A blow delivered with the back of the hand by one of the guards subdues her long enough to finish the job. In my arms, Adria cries out her name in fear. I urge her to calm down as I feel her body trembling against mine. It’s no wonder my men were so interested in her: she’s a stunning woman any man would want to spend time with. My cock swells against her firm buttocks, but she’s so focused on her friend that she doesn’t notice. She finally calms down only when my men step away from the chair, revealing a slightly disheveled but perfectly healthy Natasha. For the first time, she seems to notice my hands clutching her breasts and hips, and she expresses her disgust with cries of revulsion. “A prisoner of the Empire again, eh?” I taunt her. “Oh, yes, I know you: Denise told me about you. You remember her, don’t you? The screams she forced you to listen to…” Overcome with horror, Adria seems to freeze. She hasn’t forgotten the terrible torture she endured. “Don’t worry, my methods are more… traditional, you might say! Before we begin, though, how about dancing for me?” The request takes Adria by surprise, and she isn’t quite sure how to react. I realize she needs a little extra encouragement, so I order one of the soldiers to silence Natasha, who has since recovered and is shouting at her partner not to give in. Another blow to the pit of her stomach makes Natasha cough and convinces Adria to do as requested. Her body begins to move sensually to the notes of music only she can hear. I watch her sway her hips, bring her hands to her head, lift her hair, and let it fall like a brown cascade. I call her to me to feel her against my body again. For a while, I become the pole for her dance; her hands caress me gently, her pelvis brushes against my groin, our lips meet but she always pulls back a moment before kissing me for real. Her scent is intoxicating, still sweet even though it’s been a while since her last shower. “I need her,” I think, “I have to get her at all costs!” This time I grab her by the wrist and pull her in front of Natasha. After one of the guards rips the tied-up girl’s pants off on my order, exposing her pussy, I make Adria kneel and push her head forward. Adria can do nothing but start licking her partner’s private parts, overcome with guilt. From behind, I unbutton and pull down her pants and panties, exposing that ass that had so attracted me while she danced for me. When she feels my hands on her buttocks, Adria turns around in fear. The tip of my penis is already pressing against her opening, ready to penetrate her. Adria begs me not to do it, swears she’ll obey any other request, but a violent slap makes her scream. “Keep licking!” I order furiously. “If you’re a good friend, make sure it’s easier for your comrade afterward!” Horror grips both of them, now certain of the fate that awaits them. Natasha starts thrashing again, trying to free herself, while Adria screams in pain as my cock slowly pushes its way inside her. With one hand behind her neck, I hold her down to make her continue her work, but her crying grows louder and more inconsolable with every thrust of mine. I can’t believe how tight she is: I could have sworn that her dirty boyfriend had already had plenty of opportunities to train her! Instead, every thrust feels like a stab to Adria, who desperately tries to reach back with one hand to widen her opening just a little. The sound of continuous slaps against her buttocks fills the room, and her beautiful skin quickly turns red. All around us, the stormtroopers raise their voices in cheers of encouragement. Looking for some fun, one of them approaches Natasha from behind and slips a plastic bag over her head, cutting off her air supply while she enjoys the oral service Adria is giving her. “Fun!” I exclaim as I continue to ravage an increasingly terrified Adria. “Make her come and we’ll set her free! Come on, you’ve only got a few minutes!” The terror for her friend’s fate is stronger than the agony her body is feeling, and Adria devotes herself entirely to licking her pussy. Together, they’re a wonderful sight. I pick up my pace, focusing only on this fabulous fuck and the sound of my body against her buttocks. Finally, a jet of hot cum fills the woman’s ass just a moment before Natasha’s vaginal fluids are sprayed onto her face and hair. Now a mess, Adria cries desperately, but at least her partner is freed from the wrapping around her head and can breathe again. With one last tug, I let her fall to the ground, eager to throw myself on the Mandalorian.

Pussy: Natasha Liu Bordizzo . Natasha hasn’t even had a chance to catch her breath before I’m already on top of her. The chair tilts just enough to let me slide easily inside her. Her pussy’s nice and wet, and my cock slides right in: Adria really did a great job! With one hand, I grab her delicious short hair and force her to look me in the eyes as I sink deeper and deeper into her. The hatred I see in her fills me with new energy. She growls like a wild animal, eager to sink her teeth into my throat until I bleed to death. It’s exactly what I expected from her: a tenacious, unshakable spirit, manifesting in two fiery eyes and a body that seems to be unconsciously trying to push me away. Instead, I keep penetrating her a little longer, savoring every single moment. For the finale, I choose to pull out and come on her belly, soiling her clothes and exposed skin. I also let my men come on her: I saw them jerking off in the back, those idiots! To clean myself, I use Adria’s hair, still on the floor in tears. Now I’m at four, but before moving on to the next one, I need to regain my strength.

H: Genevieve O’Reilly . I spend a few quiet hours reading in my room while Billie hangs from the ceiling like a beautiful piece of furniture. Every now and then I give her a slap on the butt, making her spin around, and ask her who I should take, but she never answers. Late in the afternoon, I return to the dungeons. Actually, there’s one I absolutely want to try: Natalie Portman, the beautiful senator from Naboo who, for some, embodied the rebellion before the rebellion even existed. It’s well known that Carrie also sees her as an icon, and it would be magnificent to break a woman so beautiful and so important. I have her brought out along with the ever-elegant Genevieve O’Reilly, a serious and charismatic senator who has long worked behind the scenes aiding the rebellion. Tracking her down was particularly difficult, but her capture was a great satisfaction. Together with the guards, I lead the two women into the room and have Natalie tied to Billie: I intend to save her for later and don’t want her to bother me. Besides, it’ll do them both good to have a little company. Genevieve hides her pain behind a mask of stiff composure. I invite her to join me on the bed, and she sits down next to me in a proper manner, merely snorting disdainfully when I pull my penis out of my pants. “I need to stimulate it a bit before moving on to Natalie,” I explain to her as if I were explaining to a child how to do their homework. “Would you mind helping me?” I gently take her right hand and kiss it with feigned gallantry. Her face is a stone mask, but she’s wise enough not to attempt futile protests. Her hands rest on my member, her fingers wrapping around it respectfully. Without saying a word, Genevieve begins to gently massage my cock and balls, letting a little saliva drip down from above to use as lubricant. “A move worthy of a true expert!” I comment, impressed. “Your husband was a truly lucky man.” Genevieve doesn’t say a word, but continues her work. That’s fine; I didn’t want her here to chat. With my head tilted back, I lie there enjoying her skill, those hands moving as if they had a life of their own. When I feel ready to move on to Natalie, I order the guards with me to take Genevieve away without mistreating her. “I hope you realize how lucky you’ve been,” I tell her before letting her go, as usual without getting a reply. [CONTINUE]

Green 12, let’s go!

You have my attention.

Have fun, my friend, and destroy that redhead’s boobs.

The Queen of Hearts: Amy Adams. I thought the Queen would’ve been helpful, instead she’s mad like all the other people I’ve met. If it’s possible, she’s even worse! Only because I’ve interrupted her criquet game, she ordered her guards to capture me and cut my head off! Anyway, I’m able to run into the jails and free her prisoners, so that together we defeat our chasers and overthrow the Queen and King of Hearts. The man is taken away while the woman lays at my feet. I tell her she’s going to face a trial for her cruelty and she looks at me in disbelief: she knows her subjects will consider her guilty of everything and she’ll lose her head. I crouch down and grab her cheeks, telling her I could convince the people to show some mercy if she obeyed to our requests…starting by mine. She understands what I mean and stays still as I rip her chlotes. I admire the redhead in all her naked beauty and tell her to squeeze her big boobs around my cock. Keeping her by the hair, I look at her giving me the best titjob she’s capable of, using her own saliva as a lub. When I move her head down, she kisses and sucks my cock; when I ask her if she’s a bitch, she says she’s a bitch. I slap her face and tits and turn her on all four. My fingers stimulate her cunt and make it wet and perfect for me to penetrate. The Queen growls furiously as I thrust deeper and deeper into her, spanking her butt and pulling her hair. Then, pushing her head down and blocking it with my foot, I hammer her asshole and fills it with my cum. I sit down on her throne and watch her bringing her hands to her ass, moaning in pain. She asks me if we’re even now and I remind her I was just the first. Fear fills her eyes as dozens of men come into the hall and surround her. There’s no way she can escape them. I remain on the throne and enjoy the amazing show of a decayed queen being ravished by her previous subjects.

Alice: Anya Taylor-Joy. At the end of the gangbang, the Queen is on her knees in front of me, her head low and cum all over her and into all her holes. I have my feet on her, pondering that I’m enjoying being in this strange land. I don’t notice a girl walking towards me until she offers me a cup of red wine. She’s a gorgeous, ethereal blonde with a beautiful face. She tells me her name’s Alice and she was a prisoner of the Queen. She was going to be executed, but my actions saved her and now she wants to repay me. I look at her as she smiles in the most fabulous way, like a beautiful princess. I lean toward her and kiss her tender lips, caressing her face kindly. She accepts my tongue into her mouth and sits on my legs, putting her arms around my neck. Passion runs through both of us and soon we move to the king’s bedroom. His enormous bed becomes our love nest. Alice lays down and welcomes me smiling sweetly. I aense she’s just ready as I am, so I place myself on top of her and gently penetrate her. We fuck like we’ve loved each other for a lifetime, full of passion, desire and respect. She enjoys it just as much as me and her nails leave marks on mu back as I increase my speed. She begs me to cum inside and I don’t miss 3my shot, unloading my jizz right into her extraordinary pussy. When we finish, I turn on my side and she immediately joins me in my arms, appearing as a fairy creature of the woods looking for protection. I kiss her head and hug her more, giving her all the love she needs.

Nevermind, I’ll go checking next class

Ella looks so good in that outfit!

It isn’t: the mods are having some troubles because I don’t know what they are doing with the server, but it should be slow like this just for some other days. I published something before it started to slow down and there was no problem at all