He nudges himself closer to me, making it easier for access and I move closer in response. His hands go on an adventure, down my spine, up my stomach,...around my breasts. He gives a quick, hard squeeze and I yelp. I can feel his smile against my mouth as his hands continue, up my neck in my hair, before sliding on either side of my face. He pulls back. We catch our breathing and I take in even more details about this man. Like his brown hair that actually looks closer to black than brown, he has. His strong face, tight with his anger at me, loomed over my shoulder. I felt his strong body pressing into me, his cock against my ass. I deserved to be spanked so hard for being a bad girl. I did it again. I used my powers when I wasn’t supposed to.But it was just so easy. I could do anything with my powers. I could make anyone do anything. I wanted to change everyone. I wanted to give orders. But ... I was Daddy’s sex slave. I shouldn’t do anything without his permission.Tears spilled down my. . mi sto sempre più eccitando...vanno avanti per poco così, poi lui ha deciso di penetrarla e inizia a scoparla, in quella posizione...non vedo la penetrazione, ma il culo di lui che si dimena, che spinge, e vedo chiaramente che si stanno baciando.cavolo pensavo, mia moglie, la madre dei miei figli, la sua lingua che è mia... ma guarda che troiaaaa... e più lo pensavo, più vedevo quello che succedeva, più ero pervaso da una sensazione strana...ora stanno cambiando posizione, lei si mette a. A barely touched cup of coffee laid on the table in front of him. It wasn't unusual for Kaneki to ignore his coffee, but it was usually a book that distracted him from his drink. He had a book with him, as he always did, but today, and for the past several days if he was being honest with himself, it was a girl who distracted him.Or a woman, rather. She was far too well developed to be called a girl. Her breasts visibly strained against the blouse she wore, and her skirt couldn't manage to hide.