 Tina heard the doorbell ring just after she had finished her story and hard groaned. "Who could that be?" she wondered aloud. Cynthia just strugged and stood, her long brown hair coming to fucking rest fucking at interracial fucking the middle of her back. Her small but pert breasts jiggled slightly in her fucking sports bra as she fucking walked her 5' 7" frame to the hard door.
 She strode down machines the stairs and stepped to the door, peeking through the eyehole to discover who is was. She was shocked to see Carl Lassen standing outside her door. Lassen fuckinghardatfuckingmachines had recently asked fucking Tina out hard on a date, but interracial fucking Tina was used to huge strapping football jocks in their senior year, and the fucking occasional college student. Tina wouldn't be caught dead with fucking Lassen, who spent most hard of his time at in the library hard reading about something fucking or another. As she looked around to at see if any hard of fuckinghardatfuckingmachines his loser friends were around him, she noticed an odd-looking blue stone around his neck. It was glowing fucking slightly and Tina felt a interracial fucking little strange looking at it. However, she quickly shook fucking off the fuckinghardatfuckingmachines strange feeling for a much more potent one fucking.
 "Oh, I just wanted to come inside and fucking talk," he said nonplused at her angry response. "I feel like our conversation the other day was fucking cut a little fucking short."
 "Yeah," Carl said with a small flinch. "That. So can I come in?"
 "So, what do you want to talk about?" Tina asked, eager to get fucking him fuckinghardatfuckingmachines out of her fuckinghardatfuckingmachines place fuckinghardatfuckingmachines.
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 Tina stared at fucking Cynthia and realized that her best friend was now changing mentally interracial fucking from whatever command Carl had made fucking. She hard noticed a slight machines shudder in fuckinghardatfuckingmachines Cynthia's body and realized that it must have been her resistance breaking interracial.
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 "Tell interracial fucking me, Tina, now that interracial fucking you've experienced fucking my powers, do you want to be without me?"
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 Tina bent over the sofa, her soft fuckinghardatfuckingmachines, heart-shaped ass now easily visible hard under her sweat-soaked miniskirt, the new lubrication glistening on her anus hard. She felt Carl's hands fuckinghardatfuckingmachines on fucking her back as he thought about exactly where to enter her. Tina soon fuckinghardatfuckingmachines was interracial fucking trembling with machines longing. Right now, what she fucking wanted more than anything was to have his thick shaft inside her ass.
 "Who is your master?" Carl asked as he rammed his rod into her tight ass.
 "Yes...more. Fuck me interracial....fuck me.." They cried at together. "Fuck us.." The hard two cheerleaders chanted fuckinghardatfuckingmachines. "You are our master. We are your slaves. We live to pleasure Carl. We love it. We love getting fucked by Carl. Fuck us fucking harder. Harder. More."
 "Fuck us, Master interracial. We belong fucking to you." They chanted. Tina fucking knew without fucking a doubt hard that she was Carl's sex toy and she wouldn't have it fuckinghardatfuckingmachines any other way. She fucking was deliriously happy that her best friend Cynthia fuckinghardatfuckingmachines was enjoying becoming a sex fucking toy fucking too to the master. It excited her that they were feeling the same feelings fucking right now and felt a part of her merge with her interracial best friend fucking. As they hard spoke, they spoke from a unison of being fucked fuckinghardatfuckingmachines by their master hard.
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 "We belong to you," the cheerleaders intoned.
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