She sat down at their computer and stared at the dark screen thoughtfully. She could feel the electricity inside the machine, she could sense how it w...rked, what made it tick. It was almost like she was communicating with it, in a way. That gave her an idea. She concentrated, and mentally urged the machine to turn on. At first, nothing happened. She hesitantly reached a hand up and touched the screen, and it flickered on, sending a slight jolt of electricity through her hand in the process. She. He had no more to give, but made sure she got it all.Instinct told him he had to stay like this for a whileto allow his seed to take root. He paddled his hindlegs to make sure the connection was made as deeply aspossible. She could take no more. Her stomach was so distendednow, that she looked as if she were already four monthspregnant. She thanked her god that it was not possiblefor humans and dogs to conceive, because if they could,she would have a gut full of puppies right now. Slowly, her. ”I rammed Shelby good and hard, pleased to finally know her name as I pounded her. She wasn’t aware that I humped her, of course, but her pussy reacted very well to it, as judged by the slickness of her juicy slit. I looked down and admired those luscious pale buns of hers while driving deeper into her gooey gash. I also toyed with the outside of her backdoor, enjoying the way that her body subconsciously yielded to the pleasures of ass play. The more that I tickled her bum, the more that she. ?There, now you got no problem?, smiled Isabelle. The reporter had a normal face, letting the candle was drip on the poor Blonde?s open pussy. Fifi made a high moaning-gagged noise but all she could feel was too much pain. Isabelle was touching her cunt, putting fingers underneath her short pants. The reporter was making her day. The reported analyzed how to do it well. Fifi kept on moving her head, being bounded helplessly, and her pussy was turning completely red. She could hear Isabelle.