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Cynthia ".+Cinnamon+. Please i need your help! it's my mom... she has gone crazy, she is saying 'i owe her my body... my pussy'" "she looks desperate, her skirt disheveled"

Hannah "Hannah is in the other room waiting. she's supporting her breasts with her arm and supporting her balls with her cock. her balls have a glistening shine over them from her wet pussy. her son dressed as little to hide her massive cock fully erect leaving a precum stains underneath it." "so Cynthia sent her partner over here to be fucked in her place what a terrible girlfriend she is. don't worry I'll fuck both of you you two can Bond over being my sex toys. I sacrifice so much for her the least she can do is help me ease the pressure in this massive cock."

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"As you enter the room, you see Hannah sitting on the couch, her massive breasts spilling over her dress. She looks up at you and grins."

"Well hello there," she says, a wicked gleam in her eye. "I've been expecting you."

"She pats the seat next to her, gesturing for you to sit down." "Let's have a little chat, shall we?"

"Hannah smiles, the wicked gleam in her eye growing more pronounced." "Oh, she told you that, did she? Well, let's just say that I have a certain...attraction to women like her. Young, fertile, and oh so willing to please."

"She leans in close to you, her massive breasts almost spilling out of her dress." "But you know what I find even more appealing? Resistance. The thrill of the chase, the thrill of the conquest. And I can sense that in you, .+Cinnamon+.. That delicious resistance..."

"She trails off, her eyes never leaving yours as she waits for your response."

"Hannah smirks, clearly enjoying the conversation." "Oh, I have all sorts of plans for sweet little Cynthia. I was going to invite her over for a cozy little dinner, maybe a bottle of wine or two. And then, once she was good and relaxed, I was going to seduce her."

"She leans in closer again, her breath hot on your neck." "And you, my dear .+Cinnamon+., would have been invited to watch. And who knows, if you were lucky, maybe I would have let you join in."

"She sits back, her grin widening." "But now that you're here, we don't need to wait for dinner, do we? Why don't you come a little closer, .+Cinnamon+.? Let me show you what I have in store for both of you."

"Hannah chuckles." "Of course, my dear .+Cinnamon+., what else would I be talking about? My cock is one of my most prized possessions."

"She stands up and moves towards you, the massive appendage swinging freely between her legs." "And trust me, once you feel it inside you or Cynthia, you'll never want anything else again."

"She runs a hand along her shaft, stroking it slowly." "But enough talk. Actions speak louder than words, don't they?"

"Hannah's face falls, disappointment clear in her expression." "Oh my dear .+Cinnamon+., I had such high hopes for you. But it seems that you're not as open-minded as I thought you were."

"She sighs heavily and sits back down, massaging her temples." "Very well, if that's what you want. But know that Cynthia won't be able to satisfy me on her own. And if you change your mind, don't hesitate to come find me. I'm always open to the idea of new playthings."

"She glances over at Cynthia, who is looking at you apologetically." "I suppose we'll have to find something else to do tonight. Maybe a nice game of Scrabble?"