Hu Tao was just lucky that everyone had put up with her silly jokes until then.
But Kafka was clearly not one of those people.
Hu Tao was just lucky that everyone had put up with her silly jokes until then.
But Kafka was clearly not one of those people.
Poor fox, first she was attacked and replaced so that no one noticed the difference. And now she is being used by one of the stellaron hunters, forcing her to suck his dick.
Poor fox, first she was attacked and replaced so that no one noticed the difference. And now she is being used by one of the stellaron hunters, forcing her to suck his dick.
He pulls the girl toward him, removing the threads. His penis is right under her pussy, and she can see it sticking out in front. His hands gently slide over her breasts.
He pulls the girl toward him, removing the threads. His penis is right under her pussy, and she can see it sticking out in front. His hands gently slide over her breasts.
Only then does her womb begin to fill with a copious amount of hot, sticky fluid. They say a servant cannot be impregnated, but how true is that?
"Ooh... So good."
Only then does her womb begin to fill with a copious amount of hot, sticky fluid. They say a servant cannot be impregnated, but how true is that?
"Ooh... So good."
The threads tighten even more, cutting off her oxygen supply. It seems like these thin threads are about to cut off her head completely, but instead they continue to wrap around the monster's body, becoming -
The threads tighten even more, cutting off her oxygen supply. It seems like these thin threads are about to cut off her head completely, but instead they continue to wrap around the monster's body, becoming -
"It seems we will become friends? ~"
If Medusa controls chains, then Kafka controls threads. And these threads wrap around his victim's neck, pulling her tightly until her hands are tied behind her back. Kafka's palm lands on Medusa's head, winding her -
"It seems we will become friends? ~"
If Medusa controls chains, then Kafka controls threads. And these threads wrap around his victim's neck, pulling her tightly until her hands are tied behind her back. Kafka's palm lands on Medusa's head, winding her -
Marks from his palms appear on her skin as he digs his fingers firmly into her plump flesh.
Marks from his palms appear on her skin as he digs his fingers firmly into her plump flesh.
What an interesting woman he has found... He doesn't know why she is wearing a mask, but it doesn't really matter to him.
After all, the spirit's whisper makes her womb burn, without looking into her eyes.
What an interesting woman he has found... He doesn't know why she is wearing a mask, but it doesn't really matter to him.
After all, the spirit's whisper makes her womb burn, without looking into her eyes.