Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)
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				Title: <strong>Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geek Lover 64</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 15:42:56</strong>
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				Harador, as he was called, pushed himself back from his desk and closed his eyes. The sunlight could barely penetrate the haze of smoke that rolled by his window and the din from the slave pits filled his ears. He took a deep breath, then leaned back over his parchments, studying the notes he had taken on the first generation of his creations. Try as he might, though, he just couldn't figure out why 2-777 had turned out so differently from the rest of her kind.<br><br>After an hour of scanning sheets he had been over countless times before, Harador shook his head wearily and stood. He looked in the mirror (a true luxury and evidence of his standing as chief researcher) and was not at all pleased with what he saw. It was Sevvie's 18th birthday and he couldn't be more aware of his age. His black hair was graying slightly at the temples and his dusky skin and slight beard only barely hid the lines next to his mouth. He was still thin, but this was due more to his near-ascetic style of living than to any particular level of physical fitness. He kept his unruly hair short, but this had the unfortunate side effect of emphasizing the size of his ears.<br><br>He sighed and walked to his bed, searching his trunk for the "present" he had made for Sevvie. She was fascinated by his pipe, you see, and he had been working on a type of leaf that would have very interesting effects, given her nature. He had tested it on numbers 2-563 through 2-582 and only one of them had an adverse reaction. The rest behaved quite satisfactorily. He pocketed the birthday present and stepped our of his room. Harador made his way down the tower's curving stairwell and strode across the grounds, descending into the pits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 00:04:46</strong>
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				Sevvie leaned back against the rock formation of the pit, cleaning herself with the help of a saucer of water and clothe. She was unaware of what linage of middle earth creatures she came from, except for the small clues left behind on her form. Dipping the clothe in the water she started with her dainty bare feet, creeping higher up her long honey colored legs over the curve of her knee to the flair of her firm thighs. In form certainly she had an elf woman's height, nearly five foot and eight inches but the flare of her hips and pert D cup breasts were certainly a mortal woman's. Cleaning around the rough brown green toga, held in place by the leather straps knotted tightly around her slim waist. Stopping her cleaning just below where her garmet started a few inches from the junction between her thighs, she replaced the rag in the water and wrung it out.<br><br>Starting against the washed her slender elven arms, then her neck and so on up to her face. Sevvies face was smooth and oval, her lips were curiously red and eloquently shaped with a perfect cupid's bow pout. She traced the damp clothe carefully around her Orc like, deep set and wide eyes framed by thick black lashes with irises which hearken a likeness to those of great eagles. Wetting the cloth again until it dripped with water, she dragged it through her waist length wild black tendrils of hair. Careful to only rub the few eagle like feathers which sprouted from her scalp and appeared to be ornately placed to frame and decorate her. <br><br>Finished she set the clothe and water aside, tucking her slightly damp hair behind her pointed and slightly curved ears and waited anxiously. Rocking back and forth on her heels, for the approaching footsteps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geek Lover 64</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 03:11:35</strong>
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				As Harador descended on the wooden lift, he ran through the litany of indoctrination which he had taught Sevvie during her youth. In addition to the slaves' unique breeding, they were raised with beliefs suitable to their station. Among these were the following ideas: that their elven and human blood makes them evil and inferior to other races, that they can only redeem themselves by serving Saruman's aims, and that Saruman loves each and every one of them. He smiled to himself, always amazed at how easily these creatures accepted these oppressive claims.<br><br>The lift shuddered to a halt at the next to bottom level of the pits and Harador stepped off. Ignoring the goblin operator, he walked by memory past the various pens to those housing the 2-700 line of dolls, as he called them. He stood at the door to their pen and waited as one of the dolls went to fetch Sevvie. He straightened his robes and rubbed at the ink on his fingers while he ran through the list of tests he'd need to perform on her today.<br><br>The dolls always had very special birthdays, that is, if undergoing a series of highly intrusive, exhausting, and degrading (to any being with an appropriate sense of its own worth) tests can be considered having a special birthday. On Sevvie's 18th birthday, Harador would check her general health, take blood from her to check for signs of the unraveling, probe her acceptance of her indoctrination, send her to the tents, and use her himself. While he had, at this point in his service, become bored of the dolls and rarely checked them out himself, he had always been more than eager to test Sevvie. When he saw her approaching through the pen, he remembered why.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 03:51:30</strong>
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				She followed eagerly behind the one who had come to get her, with a grunt and forward motion from her pen. This one was formed from what appeared to be goblin and human, she stood about a foot shorter than Sevvie and did not really warrant her attention. She found that each day with the others made her feel increasingly isolated, the ones who could speak did not do so with the same ease she did. So to belong she rarely spoke and made as little interaction with the others as possible, it was not required for her to 'bond' with them. Which left her with him and only him, the one who loved her miserable and ugly self to a level only dwarfed by Sermon's love for her kind.<br><br>Fast approaching she saw him, on the outside of the gate at which point the other doll left her. Moving forward she immediately shrank to her crouching position raising her palms up beside her head, to show her weakness beside him. Waiting for further instruction, despite being happy to see him she made no motion to show it out of respect for tradition.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geek Lover 64</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 04:34:49</strong>
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				"I wish you well in your service to Saruman," Harador said softly, reciting the standard greeting at Orthanc. Not waiting for a reply, he turned on his heel and began walking back to the lift. He motioned for the operator to take him to the seventh level from the bottom, then stood as silently as Sevvie beside him. He smiled to himself, admiring his own kindness in preparing Sevvie a birthday surprise, in addition to that which fulfilled the needs of his study.<br><br>As he stepped off the lift, he turned to Sevvie and looked at her outfit, deciding that she could be allowed some tiny acknowledgement of her slight superiority over the other dolls, perhaps a pair of shoes or a real skirt. That would have to come another time, though. Today there was far too much work to be done to spend lavishing the doll with presents she didn't truly deserve. He chided himself at his sentimentality and took a more forceful posture as he stepped into the doorless examination room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 05:15:26</strong>
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				Upon hearing his reply she watched his feet, when they turned she counted two steps and then followed after him. In the lift she held her hands together tightly, the lift was such a rare treat it could not be helped that a smile small spread over her face. Showing off her straight, white, and slightly pointed teeth under her plump red lips. When they did reach the appointed level she was little disappointed, the way the upward pull of the lift made her feel like she was flying felt so oddly right to her. Like some part of her yearned to be free from the confines of the earths pull, but that was silly. Idly she ran a hand through her dark tresses, stroking over her soft feathers with featherlight touches.<br><br>She was about to follow him when he turned and looked upon her form, so she cocked hip to the side and looked down at the grey trickling through his beard. Standing still under his gaze, feeling the small pricks of excitement up her spine as he appraised her hopefully in a good light. Following him again she went in after him, the room was doorless but it did not bother her in the least. Turning to him Sevvie twisted her fingers anxiously, waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geek Lover 64</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 05:54:27</strong>
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				"Disrobe," he said simply, not allowing himself the slightest hint of a smile. Ashamed by the way his heart races when he looks upon her naked body and by the ignorant smile he has brought to Sevvie's lips, he goes out of his way to make the physical exam rough. Without consideration for her feelings, he grabs her lips and spreads them, checking her gums and teeth, nodding to himself once. He squeezes various points on her arms and legs, then nods again. Without warning, he slides two fingers inside her vagina, nodding a third time.<br><br>He steps back and turns to a desk, retrieving a knife from one of its drawers. He motioned out toward the circular floor which ran around the circumference of the pit. "Go run five laps, let's see how your heart is working." He began sharpening the knife and turned away from her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 06:07:26</strong>
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				The cheap piece of clothe that is her clothing hits the floor almost as soon as the words leave his lips. Standing in her bare skin, she does her best to be still but cannot help but watch him as he goes about his tasks. The thrill of his hands on her golden skin is hard to ignore, even the two digits he so rudely inserts into her tight and warm core makes her feel so cherished. Though a soft whimper escapes her lips when his fingers draw back.<br><br>&nbsp;His nods lead her to believe maybe she has not pleased him as well as she could have so for her next task she goes out of her way to excel. Racing around the track, her feet barely touch the ground as she makes perfect arced strides around the circular pit. Each lap is easier than the last and when she comes to her final lap only a very brief time later, Sevvie is barely winded. Her breasts rise and fall rhythmical, covered in only a thin sheet of sweat which gives her golden skin a light glow in the dim light. Eagerly she waits for him to speak to her again, his voice and language so melodic to her ears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geek Lover 64</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 06:27:25</strong>
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				"Give me your hand, doll," he said when she stepped in the door. He took her hand, swallowing as he did so, and checked her pulse. her heart beat strong and slow, more like a wild beast's than a woman's. Not letting go of her wrist, he took his knife and sliced her thumb swiftly, collecting the blood that dripped from it in a small vial. He put a piece of cotton on it and placed her index finger so that it would hold the compress in place. "Tightly," he said, looking carefully away form her.<br><br>"Now, answer three questions for me. What would you change about yourself, if you could? What would you change about your life? What would you change about others?" He sat at the desk, took up a quill and parchment, dipped the quill in a bottle of ink, and looked directly into her striking eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 06:41:39</strong>
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				She gave her hand and a small shiver went up her wrist, suddenly she had a moment of clarity where she saw what was about to happen. They were always very short and blurry, infrequent too but every now and again she got them. He was going to cut her thumb and collect the blood. Not very important but it was good to know, so when he cut her she hardly flinched and did not act surprised. Holding the cotton in place she enjoyed the whiteness of its color, the way it felt on her was so nice and soft.<br><br>Turning herself to look at him she listened carefully to his questions, her heart racing in her chest as she waited for her chance to speak to him finally. Clearly she began, her voice smooth and soft.<br><br>"I would like wings most of all so I might fly"<br><br>"I would like a way to keep the drawings I make is the dirt, something permanent so i might look at them"<br><br>"I wish that the others would be able to converse like me, the dolls I mean"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geek Lover 64</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 07:00:38</strong>
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				After hearing her answers, a wave of dread washed over him. He shook his head mournfully and looked away from her. "Can you think only of yourself? Do you think Lord Saruman dreams spends his time dreaming of flight and drawings? I can't stand to look at you right now. Get out to the soldiers tents. They're expecting you and know they can do whatever they like to you, as I won't be there to stop them."<br><br>Harador turned back to his parchment, making notes with sharp movements of his quill, clearly upset at the self-absorption of a creature he had raised to be completely focused on others. Perhaps this one's marginal intelligence was a problem, rather than an asset.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 07:16:56</strong>
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				In truth she had picked the lesser of the two evils which dwelled within her heart, since she could not bring herself to ever lie to him she chose what she felt would be least upsetting to him. To want to dwell where moonlight hits your face, to want to know who you are and to want a certain degree of freedom. Not just for herself but everyone were terrible, terrible thoughts to have so she picked the other three answers. Still the look on his face, the way he had reacted made her want to tear herself to pieces.<br><br>"This pathetic one begs your forgiveness for her wicked ways."<br><br>Trembling a little she turned from him and dropped her face into her hands. Was she crying? Several tears streaked from her eyes as she jogged from the room. She quickly whipped them from her eyes, cursing her mind for its constant and prolonged thought processes. The tents would be a redeeming torture for her, in fact she would work extra hard to please him this way and show him that she was not self centered. She did want to give to others but not in the way her race should.
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				Post by: <strong>Geek Lover 64</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 07:37:42</strong>
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				He frowned as he saw her go, noting the genuine remorse in her eyes. He was mistaken about its cause, believing it to be his indoctrination regaining hold of her. Perhaps she's not lost, he thought hopefully, as he bounced her leaf in his pocket. He took out his own pipe and leaf and began to smoke, passing the time until Sevvie returned. She was always so beautiful after going to the tents. It seemed so clear to him that her place in life was to serve. Althought it was in a different capacity, so was his.<br><br>He ripped up his parchment and took a new set of notes, glossing over her answers and writing what he believed to be her true views; representing her true, servile self.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 07:56:34</strong>
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				She stumbled back into the room after completing her tasks, sating every desire the soldiers had desired from her. She had lain with them, pleasured them with her golden body and teased them into orgasm again and again. But in her mind she was elsewhere doing other things, many of them not in the service of her master or the betterment of her lord. So truly her punishment had not been severe enough if she did not forsake any of her prior evil thoughts. How would she look the one who's adoration she lives for, in the eye now? But still she walked into the room after cleaning herself up a little.<br><br>Her dark hair and feathers were a wild halo around her head, falling in dark loosely shaken waves down her back. Savvies face was flushed from the exertion, as was the rest of her body now slick also with sweat. A hand up to where a single Orc had maimed her perfect golden flesh, bitting into the supple flesh leaving an angry red half moon on the side of her left forearm. Brushing a gentle&nbsp; finger over the half moon, she drew her eyes back up to him. A few droplets of crystal like moisture clung to her dark lashes, reflecting the brightness of her remarkable eagle-like eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Geek Lover 64</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 03:30:37</strong>
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				He had a broad smile on his face when she entered. He reached into a pocket on his robes and said, "Are you ready for your present?" He gave Sevvie a small present each year, almost invariably a small morsel of meat, which the dolls were not usually allowed, the reasoning being that the soldiers would need it more. <br><br>"Well, first you have to close those eyes," he said cheerfully, as if he was preparing to surprise a daughter, rather than a slave. Once she had complied, he took his pipe from his pocket, packed it with her special leaf, and touched the mouthpiece to her lips. Once she opened them slightly, he slid the mouthpiece gently in and said, "Surprise! I knew you were fascinated by my pipe, so I grew you some leaf of your own. Would you like to try it now?" He looked at her hopefully, eager to get today's unpleasantness behind him. The smoke from this leaf, you see, had been shown to dull the dolls' mind, rendering them incapable of all but positive emotions. It would surely be a very interesting afternoon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 04:01:59</strong>
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				His smile greatly lifted her spirits, the present helped a great deal too. She was so certain that he would despise her after her great failure with the questions, but keeping with tradition her birthday was still on his mind. Nodding eagerly she smiled, clasping her hands together lightly. Lowering her lashes she waited for what she dared to hope was a small hunk of venison or beef, the thin hard apparatus brushing against her teeth however was definitely not beef. Slowly she opened her eyes and saw the protrusion out of her mouth of a pipe? No...the leaf inside which created that beautiful smoke, she could hardly believe it.<br><br>"Oh thank you thank you, I am unworthy of it. Thank you. You knew how a adored watching you release great wafting clouds of smoke from between your lips, oh Thank you. May I? May I try it now please?"<br><br>She was childlike in her adoration of the gift, taking it between her hands briefly to hold it in gentle admiration before her eye and then replace it between her lips. Dropping to her crouching position balanced on her toes, Sevvie clasped her hands together in front of her as she pleaded and thanked him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geek Lover 64</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 04:13:19</strong>
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				He nodded, pleased that some remnant of her innocent adoration of him remained. After instructing her to take a few puffs on the pipe, he snapped his fingers once and a fire sprang to life on his index finger. He held it over the bowl long enough to draw the flame into the leaf, then smiled widely and said, "Enjoy."<br><br>He motioned for her to sit on the exam table, heedless of the fact that she still had not clothed herself. To tell the truth, he was so used to the dolls walking around in the nude that he hardly noticed even his favorite's body after a point. Well, that was with the exception of her very best feature, of course. He sat at the desk and watched her experimenting with the pipe, trying to make it work like it did for him. After she had been smoking in silence for a few minutes, he spoke up. "How was your trip to the tents, Sevvie?"
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				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 06:43:21</strong>
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				His magic usage frightened her a little not that she let it show, the way his fingers brought a flame to the bowl of her pipe made her uneasy and somewhat anxious. Following his instructions she took several puffs of the leaf, inhaling deeply she held her breath for a moment contemplating the taste of it. Then exhaling Evvie blew the smoke out in front of her and coughed a little, remembering herself she went with her pipe in one hand and roughly pulled her toga over her head. Retying the double knot in her sash which kept it in place.<br><br>Hopping up to the exam table, she kicked her legs a little as she took another puff on the pipe. Enjoying the coiling smoke wafting in front of her eyes. It was indeed calming as she had suspected watching him with it, the smoke made her feel kind of tingly all over but not in a physical sense. More of an emotional sense.<br><br>"I did Great Sarumen's will and pleased his brave warriors with my body, seeking affirmation of my pathetic human and Elf blood. I sated 15 men, two fought each other and one was killed over me. Another bit my shoulder while he rode me. I very honored to be of service."<br><br>Turning a little she touched the angry red half moon on her upper left forearm,&nbsp; tracing the angry blemish with the tip of her finger as she showed it to him from her place on the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geek Lover 64</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 07:15:47</strong>
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				He smiled, unsure whether the leaf was working or if she was just telling him what he wanted to hear. In any event, he had one more test for her before she got her true present. He removed his belt and unlaced his trousers, sliding them down. Sevvie was used to this routine and he was a bit disappointed at the bored look on her face.<br><br>He walked over to her, and smiled. "You can smoke your pipe as long as you like, but we'll need to start your final test of the day soon if you don't want to be late for our meeting..." He trailed off, looking up, implying that she might actually leave the pit with a destination other than the tents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Servants of Saruman (Geek Lover 64/Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 01:35:13</strong>
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				In her excitement she had nearly forgotten her last text, it really was an incredible mind blowing event to smoke a pipe on your 18Th Birthday. Inhaling the smoke deeply again into her lungs she held her breath, in this moment life could not have been more perfect if she had in fact grown a pair of wings. Everything that had ever happened to her was so good now for some reason, she could find no flaw with anything she felt truly happy. Turning to him she smiled and hopped down from the table, bringing her pipe with her.<br><br>"I'm sorry, I simply felt so happy I forgot. I will make it up."<br><br>Laying her pipe down on the table top of his desk she came back a stood before him. Slowly she kneeled down in front of him, watching him from beneath her thick lashes. Kneeling down on the floor, she reached up and retrieved his member, gripped it gingerly as it base. Puckering her lips into a pout she kissed the very tip of his member, pressing a little harder into her kiss she let it slip little by little into her moist mouth until his head was fully inside. Lavishing licks on the engorged flesh, she paid special attention to the sensitive hole on top. While lavishing his tip with licks her fingers gripped the shaft, pumping smoothly up and down his length.<br><br><br><br><br>
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