ami hinata e ëmbël japoneze nxënëse part6

When you are plugged in for recharging overnight, any damage readings will be logged and repairs made before your next wake cycle.” “Recharge? Like my phone? So I don’t eat?” “You can if you want to,” he said. “You can even enjoy a quiet dinner with your owner, but it is all just reduced to ash and removed during the nightly cleaning cycle.” We stood babe looking at each other for a long time, and then he said softly, “So Barbie Doll, do you want to go back to the bridge and destroy yourself or become the doll you have always been?” I hadn’t realized that I was still barefoot from the bridge until I went to kick off my sandals and they weren’t there. I lifted my dress up over my head and dropped it on the floor. “I assume you need me naked for this?” I said flatly. “The machines could have handled that,” he replied, “but this is probably better.” He led me over to a small desk. There was strange-looking monitor and a large, weirdly-colored keyboard. There were a bunch of keys with weird symbols in asian two small pads on either side, but it appeared to have the right arrangement of letters in the center section. “You said you wanted to make a record of this night,” he said, gesturing toward the chair. So here I am typing everything up so my friends– and my parents– will know what happened to me. I’ve got it all down, and double-checked. Mr. Alien is gesturing for me to come over to his machine, so I guess it’s time to save this. Hopefully he will be true to his word and teen post it. Wow! He had me lie back on a big table and then taped some sort of probe thingie right at the base of my skull. I can see on a monitor that it is recording my thoughts. He says that he will edit the raw thought stream before he posts it. I expected to be connected to something that pumped everything out of me and then filled me back up, but this is just a soft, warm, light that keeps going up and down my body like it is scanning me. I am starting to feel strange. There is a mirror or something directly above me so I can see what is happening to my body. My skin is starting to take on what my mom would call a “more healthy glow.” Actually, it starting to look a lot like the plastic skin on my Barbie dolls when I was growing up. There is no pain, but there is a pressure against my chest as my breasts swell. They are well past D cup and still growing. They also have that slightly conical shape that Barbie has... the doll, I mean, not me... well me, now, but now I am the doll... or at least a doll with really big tits. My vagina... cunt– for some reason I want to call it a cunt now– my cunt also seems to be swelling slightly. It’s like it gets when I am really turned on, only more so. It is gaping open just a little and I can see moisture gather on my labia. Mom would probably not like it because her Barbie dolls don’t even have a slit. They are smooth between the legs. I keep thinking of a prick sliding into my cunt... or maybe my mouth. My mouth is actually getting wet thinking about that. I tried it once and was so scared that my mouth was dry. I had to take a big swig amateur of Coke in order to do anything and then my mouth Big Boobs fizzed up and I almost choked. The boy liked it, but I swore I would never try it again. I knew he didn't enjoy dancing, so I also knew all the effort he put into this was just for me, and I appreciated it. They ravaged me with brutal avarice, each man trying to tear his piece from me. I screamed and gagged, my body convulsed and thrashed, the men gripped me in my supple places, squeezing until it hurt. We ordered room service. He emailed me about a month ago and said he was heading back over here (he went back to uni in Perth) for the winter and had a couple of weeks to kill and I offered him somewhere to crash. Her body shook all over from the fierce Big Boobs vibrating in her crotch. “Does that hurt?” he said, then, “something’s shaking in there, are you sure you feel okay?” She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly asian chest fully crush her full breasts. babe A small group of volunteers emerged from the crowd and not much later she was sucking cock, bouncing up and down in another guy’s lap teen while a third guy fucked her ass. I drove home. Is a good girl. "You're kidding, right!" "How do you feel about your Mistresses?" “Take it, Melody!” As she bent to take cloths from bucket her splendid boobs amateur almost popped out. James complained, "Ugh... yeah, I guess Ash could crash on my couch. Yuka crawled over to Jim, reached up and undid his pants releasing his hard cock.