Art by Oo_Sebastian_oOFive Years After Syndrome's Attack"Honestly, sweetie, if there's ever a type of villain you don't want to go solo against, it's ... mind controller."The villainess Mezmerella leaned against the top of a classic ball chair as she spoke. The smooth white plastic of the chair was a half-sphere sliced at a steep angle, the inside filled with red cashmere and soft red cushions.Mezmerella was in full costume, the figure-hugging white catsuit and her long flame-red hair. "Beautiful," I said. Their new guitar amp was small and mostly suited just for practice, but it didn't sound bad. "Do you have the whammy bar?" I asked."Yeah, it's in the case. I've learned that the one on Jeff's guitar messes up the tuning." 'Tis the price of cool," I said. Terry passed me their bass. It, too, was a handsome instrument, but not as flashy as the guitar. It had a double-cutaway body painted reddish brown, lighter in the center and darkening toward the edge. A pickup was near the. Nothing was being said as I, first of all, moved my hands up her neck a little before moving down to her shoulders. I could tell by the sighs that she was loving itAfter maybe five minutes I asked her if she liked it and nodding at the same time she said it was lovely. Then I told her that if she liked that then she could imagine just how good a full massage would be. I whispered that after having a full head to toe, front and back, massage I always felt like I could conquer the world.Then. Aaaahhh … yeah.. Fuck it… aaaaseee.. Mo bia re paseide.. Toh banda ku aane… ( comee… fuck my pussy.. Bring your dick ) .. Choddd .. Madar chod.. .Aaaahhh …These were the words I could hear.. I felt like m the luckiest person in the world.. I was cuming.. Aah… I was cuming.. Shit.. I poured it all on the door knob… my sperm was dripping from my dick as well has the door knob…Aaaaahhh… yeaaah… dats it.. Yeaaah.. She was giving her loudest moans.. And she cummed.. I could know she it.. She was.
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