. more men gathering close... they ran their hands over my body... sucked and caressed my breasts... dipped their fingers into my pussy... my wet drip...ping pussy…I felt cocks brushing against me... I reached out, feeling for them, grasping, taking hold, and stroking them, I felt like I was in heat with desire.They picked me up and took me to a couch - a sort of bench that was upholstered, with no arms or backrest. They laid me down... I just let them have me!The first guy climbed between my. Both my hands gripped either side of her haunches, manoeuvring her flesh, arranging her hips to my ever-shifting needs, lifting when required — any little thing I could do I would do to ease my way.Oh, the tightness of her! Spasms so fierce I feared they might staunch my ejaculation. But I was so engorged, bursting with so much jizz, that when my climax arrived, spunk shot from me in a pulsating torrent while her muscles in frantic spasms contracted trying to expel me.We lay together, limbs. The commentary said something about Male Control Force officers moving in after a bunch of demonstrators had started throwing bottles. I didn’t see any bottle throwing but the site of the MCF phalanx advancing with shields locked would have been enough to put anyone off the idea of turning up to future demonstrations, I would think.Then the commentator said, “Government investigators are confident of uncovering the source of these recent leaks via the Safewords organisation,” (which I bloody. “Father,” I smiled, my purple hair flowing behind me as I swam through the opening in the coral building. Father lounged on a bed of kelp.“My sweet Ayral,” he smiled, his hand reaching out to seize one of my large breast—the biggest in the harem—and pulled on the polished, blue coral piercing my pink nub. I moaned as he drew me closer. I brushed his reddish skin—all merfolk of the Myrt Sea had red skin, though I heard other tribes had pale, bluish, ebony, or brown skin.Pleasure shot down to my.