She clenched her asshole when I was slipping out and bucked her ass wildly back to me when I rammed back in. Still standing on her toes as I fucked he... roughly, she was screaming like a vixen being slaughtered, in a hot way. “God, you’re ripping me apart,” she screamed in pain and pleasure. “Pretty sure that’s what you wanted, whore,” I grunted, seeing the little vixen bent over like this, looking so vulnerable. I felt her rectum finally adapt somewhat to my thickness as I was firmly embedded. It just wouldn’t have been the place for them.The stud stallion groaned deep in the back of his throat, the fox’s tail swirling around the head of his cock, pressing into the slit at the tip. He didn’t need to thrust, not when he was getting his cock serviced so wonderfully, the vulpine gulping and swallowing hard as he tried to take as much of his dick as possible down his throat. It was a failing mission, however, for the stud-horse was simply too thick and meaty for something like that to be. A man came up to the bar on her right and said, "How's the table tonight?" She gave him a sly smile and replied seductively, “It’s been so hard, but that’s how I like it.” Her hand caressed the large, heavy pair of dice she was holding and every so slightly she bit her lower lip. Every eye was on her hand as she pumped it toward herself, rhythmically jostling the pair against her palm. She started to chant, “Come on, come on,” as her voice rose in voluptuous intensity. “Oh yeah! Give it to me,”. Standish's cheeks stained slightly. "It's not, is it? You're passing them off as AI's. How many of them are there?" Becky whispered, feeling slightly sick. Mrs. Standish shook her head, "Only Chloe. Chloe is the only one that...survived." "What do you mean?" Chloe asked softly, sitting up, her hands in fists. The woman got off the desk, putting it between her and them as she rounded it. "There were ten of you. 3 didn't make it to birth due to complications, 5 died during the acceleration.