Shoot to lose
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| - | The idea of | + | The idea of losing the competition and being such a hunk's slutty, desperate slave is rather hot, and you fire poorly due to the distraction. |
| - | You loose your shoes during round one. After you kick them off, Edward sets them on fire, and you watch them turn to nothing but ashes and a puddle of melted rubber | + | You loose your shoes during round one. After you kick them off, Edward sets them on fire, and you watch them turn to nothing but ashes and a puddle of melted rubber. |
| - | After the second round, you teasingly remove your socks, and look on as Edward reduces them to little scraps | + | After the second round, you teasingly remove your socks, and look on as Edward reduces them to little scraps. |
| - | At the end of round | + | At the end of round three, you go to remove your shirt. Before you can get it off, Edward steps over, shaking his head. You let your hands fall back to your sides. Edward pokes a hole in the flimsy fabric over your left nipple, then flicks and pinches it, before repeating the process with your other nipple. Your nipples quickly stiffen under his affections, and you moan in response. He then tears your shirt down the front, and pulls it off your arms. Your pussy is soaking wet at this point, and any pretense you made at skilled shooting is dribbling down your legs. |
| - | After round four, Edward slowly tears your jeans off, starting with your ass. He cups and squeezes each cheek through the holes in the denim, before tearing the legs of your jeans off. His hand drifts under the remnants of your jeans, stroking your swollen labia through your panties, before he finally yanks the last remains of your jeans down and over your feet. Your panties are | + | After round four, Edward slowly tears your jeans off, starting with your ass. He cups and squeezes each cheek through the holes in the denim, before tearing the legs of your jeans off. His hand drifts under the remnants of your jeans, stroking your swollen labia through your panties, eliciting a moan, before he finally yanks the last remains of your jeans down and over your feet. Your panties are saturated, and your juices are clearly running down your thighs. Edward lightly licks your thighs, tasting your juices, and sending electric bolts of excitement straight to your clit. You're barely able to fire the fifth and final round, seeing as your so busy frigging yourself while you shoot. |
| - | After the final round, Edward simply tears your panties | + | After the final round, Edward simply tears off your panties, heavy with juices, and discards them, finally exposing your box for him to see. At this point you're like a faucet, producing a consistent stream of liquid out of your pussy. Your clit is engorged, and your hand immediately drops to it. He looks at you, a lusty smile crossing his face. |
"Looks like you lost. You put on a good show, however." His dick is threatening to tear through his fly, and your juices are streaming down your legs. | "Looks like you lost. You put on a good show, however." His dick is threatening to tear through his fly, and your juices are streaming down your legs. | ||
Current revision as of 10:42, 12 October 2020
The idea of losing the competition and being such a hunk's slutty, desperate slave is rather hot, and you fire poorly due to the distraction.
You loose your shoes during round one. After you kick them off, Edward sets them on fire, and you watch them turn to nothing but ashes and a puddle of melted rubber.
After the second round, you teasingly remove your socks, and look on as Edward reduces them to little scraps.
At the end of round three, you go to remove your shirt. Before you can get it off, Edward steps over, shaking his head. You let your hands fall back to your sides. Edward pokes a hole in the flimsy fabric over your left nipple, then flicks and pinches it, before repeating the process with your other nipple. Your nipples quickly stiffen under his affections, and you moan in response. He then tears your shirt down the front, and pulls it off your arms. Your pussy is soaking wet at this point, and any pretense you made at skilled shooting is dribbling down your legs.
After round four, Edward slowly tears your jeans off, starting with your ass. He cups and squeezes each cheek through the holes in the denim, before tearing the legs of your jeans off. His hand drifts under the remnants of your jeans, stroking your swollen labia through your panties, eliciting a moan, before he finally yanks the last remains of your jeans down and over your feet. Your panties are saturated, and your juices are clearly running down your thighs. Edward lightly licks your thighs, tasting your juices, and sending electric bolts of excitement straight to your clit. You're barely able to fire the fifth and final round, seeing as your so busy frigging yourself while you shoot.
After the final round, Edward simply tears off your panties, heavy with juices, and discards them, finally exposing your box for him to see. At this point you're like a faucet, producing a consistent stream of liquid out of your pussy. Your clit is engorged, and your hand immediately drops to it. He looks at you, a lusty smile crossing his face.
"Looks like you lost. You put on a good show, however." His dick is threatening to tear through his fly, and your juices are streaming down your legs.
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| Health | Horny & Hormonal | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
