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“I think I love you too.” “I'm sorry. This is all my fault.” “No. Nothing. No-one couldn't have stopped me going on this mission.” “ENOUGH!” The Dragon King interrupted, both shouting out loud and communicating via the telepathic link. “You two now belong to me.” Hannah turned back to the King: “Maybe you'll corrupt me as you have my friends, but one day, you will lose, you filthy creature. I just hope I'm around to see that day.” That comment brought out a laugh from the King. He got to his feet off of his throne and began walking down the steps towards the female pilot. “This one has spirit. But it won't save you, Hannah Finchley. A powerful Queen you will become.” The dragon said. At twelve feet tall, he towered over Hannah's 5ft 10 frame. His hard cock, was pointing straight at girlfriend her face; it was large and covered in subtle bumps, and ribs. It was a greenish-black, but had a large, lighter green tip - the same colour as the King's eyes. However, James initial impression was that it wasn't as big as some of the other dragon cocks he'd seen. But the telepathic link told him that the King could control the size of his phallus to any extent - it was currently at its smallest erect size at just over a foot. However, it would stretch to almost double that if the beast wished it so. The Dragon King's balls were also now prominent - they had also had the green tinge to them and they were huge. James didn't want to think how much seed they contained. Hannah's face was far too close to the dick for comfort; she tried to turn away but the Dragon King placed a strong hand on desi the top of her head, bringing her closer. James felt here struggle via the link, both physically and mentally but there was no winning. “You're currently a worthless bitch whose weak lover was unable to save you. Open your mouth and become something far greater.” The green tip of the King's cock prodded her face. But Hannah didn't. She refused; a momentary flash of frustration flashed over the telepathic link. Unfortunately the female pilot didn't notice one of the Royal Guards coming up behind her - just a faint scratch from one of his claws was enough to make Hannah gasp, more in surprise than pain. It was the only opening the King needed. The Dragon King's excitement grew exponentially as the tip of his giant phallus slipped into Hannah's mouth. James could tell that she'd tried to bite down on it but it'd had no effect - the beast was too strong and powerful. Her jaw was forced open and inch after inch disappeared into her throat. James knew from experience indian that she could overcome her gag reflex rather well. “Yes, my future Queen. Feel my power. Submit to me.” But judging by the conflict over the telepathic link, Hannah wasn't submitting. Every inch that the King pushed in had to be forced, even as her body began to change from the precum that his cock was already leaking. I haven’t had you in quite a while and I think Fred is willing to share me. What do you say, Fred, are you willing to share me?” She says smiling at Fred. A wave lifted me high and then crashed me back down, I was smashed into something so hard, I thought I might have broken something. An hour later I sat at the table switching on my one indulgence, my radio. She was like a wild animal spitting at me, as she searched for something else to throw. She gasped and cried out softly as she squirmed under the slaps. Deb hesitated for a second not wanting to take her eyes off her son's semi-rigid cock but still holding one hand she walked behind her son, pulled both his arms together and snapped the indian cuffs loud enough for Jeff to hear. We head upstairs and silently hop in the shower together. During the journey I asked Mary why she hadn’t volunteered for either of the events. I felt my world tilt crazily as his tongue shot in and out between my lips. I was gagging before it was half way in. A look of annoyance flashed across Alison's girlfriend face, but it was quickly replaced by her customary smile. I began miming the last one. “DADDY NO!” “I’m just saying, shouldn’t you just ask her if she’s comfortable with being seen like that or something?” Looking around she saw Christina Martinez sitting on a desi love seat wearing a silk light blue dressing gown. Good she thought, moving faster she was pleased when she doubled her speed he not only matched it he moved even faster catching and ripping the shoulder of her gi. "That was amazing." Evidently, Cynthia Davidson wasn’t her real name either because officials could discover no valid driver’s license... or next of kin... or place of birth... or anything else.