Some of you have criticized these articles for having too little eroticism, so I’ve made an effort to add a little this time. However, it seems that this kind of article itself is not based on erotic descriptions, so–you can make do with what you have. ^_^* Fate is something that is predetermined before a person is born. For the children and grandchildren of nobles, the future is one of enjoyment and enjoyment and enjoyment. And for the children of slaves, it can only be labor labor and labor again. Those who are born as meat animals can only accept the end of being slaughtered and cooked, and even if they are dissatisfied, they can’t change it.
So, when Erin was selected from, there was no lack of protest or struggle on her part. She obediently lay down on her back on the table with her legs as far apart as possible, exposing her, sixteen year old, private parts that were just beginning to grow pubic hair.
At the nape of Erin’s neck, a belt was strung. It was so tight that Erin could barely breathe. But she didn’t say anything–it would be redundant to say anything, the purpose of the belt was to immobilize Erin’s head, not to allow her to breathe freely.
The same straps secured Erin’s stomach, hands and feet to the table, forming a strange “earth” shape.
The feel of a cold blade swam across her teenage pussy. Irene knew that this was shaving off Irene’s pubic hair – vaginal flesh was precious and delicious, who would want to have appetizing pubic hair attached to it? The work was done very carefully, and in addition to shaving the top of Erin’s pubic mound cleanly, the hair on her labia was also shaved off very carefully.
It’s time for the puncture, right? But why hasn’t it started yet? Doubt roiled in the mind. Within moments, the question was answered. A pair, no, more than one pair of hands began to roam over Erin’s body, caressing her delicate, smooth skin, rubbing her breasts, perhaps intent on satisfying their lust before satisfying their appetites!
There was a little resistance at first, but within moments Erin was still enthralled; it was the last of the erotic pleasures anyway, so why not let go and have a good time?
The nipples hardened, and the hand’s stroking changed, after a gentle pinch, it rubbed around in circles with its palm. And the other pair shifted the battlefield to Erin’s lower body. The stroking of the fingers on her labia came to give Erin’s infinite pleasure, and her mind began to get a little confused, especially as Erin felt a hard, warm object slowly push its way through the labia and into the mysterious cavern.
Of course, in Erin’s current position, anyone could make love to her as they pleased. A thick, somewhat overgrown cock suddenly slammed into Erin’s cunt, and at once a rush of pleasure washed over her Vagina, which had grown to withstand this stimulation.
Comfort filled her entire soul and Erin opened her mouth, moaning obliviously until a cock filled her mouth to overflowing.
As her cock pumped back and forth more and more vigorously, Erin clamped down on the muscles inside her pussy, and her mouth didn’t sit still – she’d been taught the art of making love ever since she’d known how to make love, and she was sure that she was doing it exactly as her teacher had taught her. She had practiced it many times, she knew.
Breathing harder and harder, Erin’s and the cock owner’s, Erin’s muscles twitching with the violent strokes, it was fantastic! Her clit was engorged and swollen from the back and forth strokes and the sudden violent stroking with her fingers. Erin’s whole body squirmed and erupted in violent pleasure as the fiery jets of cum shot through her cunt and mouth.
After the fire came the cold, the hard, sharp piercing rod filling Erin’s cunt instead of the penis. The lower body was completely stretched out, the tip of the rod going all the way up to Erin’s cervix, and her body was being constantly stimulated, her breasts rising and falling violently from the pleasure.
Without any obstruction, the piercing rod entered her smoothly. Starting from the uterus, the tip of the rod kept moving forward and the cool piercing rod kept sliding over Erin’s clitoris, a marvelous and wonderful sensation that was indescribable.
Another wave of pleasure swept through Erin’s body as the sharp tip poked through her esophagus and out of her mouth, from her abdomen to her chest, from her chest to her throat. She squirmed, squirming around the piercing rod that was her center, around which she was spinning-indeed, for which she could only spin, having been destined to do so since birth.
Pain, snapped Erin back from her orgasm. Her abdomen had been opened by a knife and a hose had been inserted through her anus, the water flowing out of the opening in her stomach and also taking her insides out at the same time. Erin had no words, quietly experiencing the subtle sensation of an empty, wild abdomen.
In moments, Erin was racked up to the fire pit, and at once the heat began to pound her naked body.
It was agonizing at first, as if being stabbed with a million tiny needles, and Erin felt the loss of her life.
After ten minutes, the pain seemed to start moving away from Erin. She couldn’t feel any pain or discomfort, instead, she could smell an aroma. Maybe it was the smell of her own flesh? With what little consciousness she had left, Irene thought…