.. God..." Hitch ... oh, Hitch ... oh ... oh ... I wanted this ... so much ... I wanted you..."He stayed hard inside her and in moments, they were rut...ing again, his sperm coating his shaft and sticking in the girl's pubes. This time, Hitch reached a hand between them and stroked her clit. Kieu-Linh shuddered into orgasm moments before he came again, his cock burning inside her, raw, fiery, her sensitive flesh consuming his desire.They rocked together as they wound down, his penis slowly. He'd masturbated up a storm the past few days, including in ways he hadn't dreamed of. But it wasn't quite the same.Rick went back to the display. He thought long and hard, and the machine read his thoughts. It was strange, what he was asking the machine to do, but not impossible. Slowly, it tailored the changes to suit Rick's mental image. When the display stopped, Rick stepped inside.The Rick that emerged was similar to the other body, with one major exception. This time, the machine. “Now, Fiona, bend over that chair,” she ordered as I nervously grabbed the back of the chair and stuck out my butt for her to whip.Whoosh! The riding crop whizzed through the air with amazing speed and landed hard across my cheeks. It was an incredible pain. I knew at that precise moment, that I wouldn’t be able to sit down for days.“Do ya like spankings now?” She asked, whipping me again.“Yes!” I cried out.She stopped unexpectedly, apparently, she didn’t think I would enjoy the beating I was. I continued to pump and pound as my spasms continued and stream after stream of my hot, sticky cum basted her insides. Once my spasms slowed, I gave her one final thrust all the way in and held her there by the hips, impaled on my cock, as my throbbing eased. I opened my eyes and saw her face, flush from activity (and multiple orgasms), runny eye makeup and breathing very heavily. Her post-orgasmic anal ring was gripping me tighter than it was when I entered her originally."You're mine now" I.