the loud house fiona

“All you had to do was ask,” I chuckled to myself, shaking my head. She had no idea how those words applied to her, too. Maggie was never going to believe this, when I told her. Our regular girl, Isabella, wasn't half as feminine looking and hot as Rachel was, and her dick was even smaller than mine! Here we'd been paying for it all this time, and if I'd only known Rachel was out there somewhere, we might have been getting it for free! I wondered, did Rachel swing both ways? I knew Maggie would absolutely love that huge, thick cock of hers, every bit as much as I just had! I'd have to be careful, though... right now, Rachel thought she was doing this to me against my will, and punishing me was clearly her primary motivation for doing it. Not her only one, though... no, that kiss she'd given me at the end there had proven that! I'd just have to wait until she'd worked out most of her anger on me, first, before I could admit how much I'd truly been enjoying what she'd been doing, and I could ask her if she'd allow Maggie to come watch, or maybe even join in! I wriggled a little on the table, trying to stretch as much as I could in my restraints. I wasn't sure how long Rachel was planning to keep me tonight, and I didn't want to develop a cramp! I passed the time looking at her extensive collection of toys on the walls, imagining all the fun we might have. I was already anxious for her to get back, so we could get started on round two! I wondered, would she maybe make me suck her cock this time? I would love that, but probably not, I thought. Not until she was certain I was thoroughly under her control would she let that big, beautiful cock of hers anywhere near my teeth! But that was okay—taking it up my ass again was definitely fine by me!

“That’s funny, considering you look kind of like his wanted posters,” the bounty hunter replied, showing a flier with a sketch of Noah in his hat and coat.Noah, who had taken a seat at the bar and lit a gonlief cigarette, huffed in faux annoyance. “Insult to motherfucking injury. He stole my wife and my look, and now I got little shitheads mistaking me for the guy I plan on skinning alive.”“And who are you?”

Slowly, and with no shortage of effort, he began to pry off his clone, separating centimeter by centimeter. Sitting on the floor, he resembled an animal shedding its skin. Eventually, he and his clone split like dividing cells, but the seal was trying to pull them back together. Moving his clone forward felt like trying to swim upriver, and it was taking everything he had not to be pushed back, let alone advance further. However, he felt himself closing in on something, a sensation, or perhaps it could be called a state of mind. Whatever it was, it seemed to help him project his mana. If he could make this state of awareness easier to access, then his magic would surely grow much more powerful.