‘Look, we don’t want to fuck around. Hentai Claire started to cry, softly, so her parents wouldn’t hear. Fuckbags.’ As it talked, the capsule buzzed gently in Claire’s pussy, like a vibrator. Fucktoy. Claire squealed and writhed on the bed. ‘No!’
Michael looked stern. She found herself staring not at Kitten’s eyes, but at her beaver, and Claire’s hand had made its way to press against her own crotch without Claire quite remembering how it got there. Kitten complimented Claire on her newly shaved twat, making Claire blush. ‘No!’
Michael looked stern. ‘I’m not…’ she said. ‘Women are below men. She wanted to. Twat. Twat. She snatched up her shirt again. ===Chapter 6DAY THREE
‘Petite naked redhead slutpig 69ing a big-uddered blonde lezbo,’ wrote Claire, on her third day at Titcage. ‘The earphones go in your ears, obviously, and the capsule goes in your twat.’
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