Chapter 8: Transformations
Luke revealed in the confession he’d just heard from Tilly, that her kink, the thing she craved, was to do more than just play at being a bimbo, she wanted to *be* a bimbo, an empty headed, big titted blonde slut. It was perfect, he thought as he continued fucking Abigail’s ass, watching Tilly rub her clit as she looked up at him.
“That’s your fate, you know. You’ll both be mine, my personal fuck dolls, anytime, anywhere. You’ll beg for my cock, and I’ll use you however I see fit,” Luke declared, his voice heavy with lust and dark intent. “The bimbo princess slut and the filthy whore queen, quite the pair I’ve been granted.” Luke's voice was thick with desire as he pounded into Abigail’s ass, his words pushing the spell’s energy to new heights. Abigail moaned, her body trembling with need at his words, the degradation only serving to fuel her arousal. Make me your filthy whore, your little cumdumpster. I want to be used by you, to serve you,” Abigail begged, her voice a low, desperate plea. She could feel the spell’s energy pulsing through her, amplifying every sensation, making every touch electric.
Abigail's body was on fire, her mind a whirlwind of filthy thoughts. She wanted to be used, to be owned by Luke, to be his dirty little fucktoy.
"Fuck, yes!" Abigail cried out, her body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over her. She could feel Luke's cock pulsing inside her ass, the tightness of her muscles milking him as he groaned.
"That's it, Abigail, take my cock like a good little whore. Be used while you watch me play with your bimbo best friend’s mind.” Luke purred, reaching out to gently cradle Tilly’s head. “Are you ready to play, Tilly? To be a good bimbo for your owner?” Luke murmured, his voice like velvet against Tilly’s skin as he traced his fingers along her jawline. Tilly nodded eagerly, her eyes wide and glazed with arousal. Luke smiled, his eyes glinting with dark intent. “Good girl. Now, let’s make you the perfect bimbo. Close your eyes and imagine yourself as the empty-headed, big-titted blonde slut you’ve always wanted to be.”
Tilly closed her eyes, her breath hitching as she focused on the image in her mind’s eye.
She imagined herself with large, fake tits, platinum blonde hair, and vacant blue eyes. She saw herself as a giggling, airheaded bimbo, eager to please and be used.
Luke watched Tilly, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He reached out and gently caressed her forehead, his fingers tracing the curve of her brow. Empty your mind. Let go of all your intelligence, all your thoughts. Become the bimbo you've always wanted to be."
As he spoke, Tilly felt a wave of intensity wash over her.
She could feel her mind becoming blank and vacant, all thoughts and intelligence fading away. In its place, a hunger for sex and the desire to please took root. She felt herself becoming a giggling, mindless bimbo, ready to do anything for her master.
Luke's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the change over Tilly. "That's it, my little bimbo slut. You're empty now, just like you've always wanted to be. A perfect little fuckdoll for me to use. You’ll be this whenever I want. Anytime you get horny, you’ll feel your thoughts slow down like this. Good girls don’t think, Tilly. Good girls giggle and obey.” Luke purred, weaving the magic into her mind, capturing the essence of the bimbo as a new version of Tilly, a version he could have whenever he wanted. He watched as her eyes fluttered open, her eyelashes blinking innocently up at him, her head tilted slightly to the side in a playful, giggly way. “H-hi, Master Luke! I’m a bimbo now! Whatcha wanna do with me?” she giggled, her voice suddenly high-pitched and airy. Her hands came up to play with her hair, twirling the platinum locks around her fingers.
Luke groaned, the sight of Tilly transformed into his perfect bimbo slut making his cock throb. “Up on the bed, bimbo,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust.
Tilly giggled and bounded up onto the bed, her large fake tits bouncing with each step. She shook her ass as she got onto her hands and knees, her hair flipping over her shoulder as she looked back at him with wide, vacant eyes. "Like this, Master Luke?" she asked, her voice high and giggly. Luke growled, his cock throbbing at the sight of his filthy little bimbo slut on all fours, offering herself to him. "That's perfect, my little bimbo whore. Now, I want you to clean my cock of Abigail’s ass and my cum. Really savor the filth. And while you do that, Abigail is going to eat your bimbo ass out.” Luke growled. "Yes, that's a good bimbo, just like that. You're going to clean my cock, aren't you, Tilly?"
Tilly giggled, her big fake tits jiggling as she nodded eagerly. "Yes, Master Luke! I'll clean your dirty cock for you! I love your cum, it tastes so yummy!"
Abigail watched, her body trembling with a mix of humiliation and arousal as Tilly's tongue lapped at Luke's cock, cleaning away the mix of her ass and his cum.
The taste of their combined filth filled Tilly's mouth, and she moaned in delight, her eyes rolling back in her head as she sucked and licked Luke's shaft clean.
"Fuck, that's it, bimbo," Luke groaned, his hand fisting in Tilly's hair, guiding her head as she worked. "Get every last drop. Show me what a good little slut you are."
Abigail felt a wave of jealousy wash over her as she watched Tilly pleasure Luke, but the spell's energy coursed through her, twisting her envy into a deep-seated need to please him as well.
She crawled towards Tilly, her eyes locked onto her best friend's ass, the sight of it begging to be filled and used.
"Master Luke," Abigail purred, her voice a low, wanton whisper. "I want to taste her too. I want to eat her ass while she cleans you with her tongue."
Luke grinned, his eyes gleaming with lust and dark desire. "That's a good little whore, Abigail. Be a good little slut and make my bimbo cum with your tongue."
Abigail moaned, her body trembling with need as she positioned herself between Tilly's legs.
She could see the glistening juices dripping down her thighs, the sight making her pussy clench with desire. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick a path up Tilly's ass, tasting the salty tang of her sweat.
"Fuck, yes," Tilly moaned, her body shivering with pleasure. "Eat my ass, Abigail. Make me come with your tongue."
Abigail eagerly complied, her tongue circling Tilly's hole before thrusting inside. She could feel the muscles clenching around her tongue, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.
Tilly was writhing, her moans filling the room as Abigail's tongue delved deeper, fucking her in an obscene rhythm. "Fuck, Abigail! Yes, just like that. Eat my ass, you filthy whore!" Tilly cried, her hands gripping the bedsheets as she pushed herself back against Abigail's mouth.
Luke watched, his cock throbbing with anticipation as he saw Abigail's tonguework drive Tilly wild. "That's it, you filthy little sluts," he growled. "Make each other come. Use your tongue to make Tilly cum, Abigail, and you’re going to cum hands free, just from the sheer lust and degradation of your situation, of who and what you are.” Luke’s voice was a low, dark rumble, his words pushing the spell’s energy to new heights. Abigail felt a shiver run down her spine as she redoubled her efforts, her tongue darting and delving, fucking Tilly’s ass with a filthy intensity.
Tilly was moaning continuously now, her body writhing and squirming as Abigail’s tongue worked its magic. Your tongue...is so fucking good!" Tilly gasped, her body shaking with pleasure as she felt the waves of her orgasm building.
"Oh, fuck, Abby! Your tongue feels so fucking good! I'm gonna cum! I'm fucking cumming!" she screamed, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her.
Abigail moaned against Tilly's ass, her tongue pressing deep inside as she felt her friend's muscles clench and pulse around her. She could taste her juices, the mix of her sweat and arousal coating her tongue, and it sent shivers of pleasure through her own body.
Luke watched the scene unfold before him, his cock throbbing with need as Tilly cleaned it with her tongue. “Now, Abigail, be a good whore, a slut who lives to be used, and cum just from making Tilly cum, from being used like a good filthy whore.” Luke demanded, fueling the command with the spell’s power. The raw, explicit nature of his words only served to heighten Abigail’s arousal. She could feel her clit throbbing against her folds, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Abigail could feel her own climax building, the sensation of Tilly’s body convulsing around her tongue pushing her to the edge.
“Fuck, Abigail, yes! Make me cum, you filthy whore! Your tongue feels so fucking amazing!” Tilly screamed, her body bucking wildly against Abigail’s mouth.
“Fuck, Abby! Your tongue feels so fucking amazing. I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming!” Her voice was high-pitched, almost a wail, as her orgasm tore through her. Abigail sucked harder, drawing out Tilly’s orgasm, her tongue squeezing every last drop of pleasure from her friend’s body.
Luke watched, his cock throbbing with need as he felt Tilly’s lips against his cockhead. She was cleaning him, her tongue darting out to lap at the juices of Abigail’s ass and his cum, and the sight was driving him wild.
He looked down at Abigail, her tongue still buried deep in Tilly’s ass, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked greedily at her friend’s flesh. He could see the pleasure etched on her face, the way her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt Tilly’s body convulse around her.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Luke groaned, his hand tightening in Tilly’s hair, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down on his cock. He watched as her lips slid down his length, her tongue swirling around the underside of his shaft. “Take it all, you little whore.
Suck my cock like the good little cocksucker you are,” Luke commanded, his voice harsh with desire. Tilly was gagging on Luke’s cock, her throat working hard to accommodate his length. Her spit and saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the cum she had cleaned from his shaft.
Abigail moaned, her tongue still buried in Tilly’s ass, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked greedily at her friend’s flesh. She could taste the tangy mix of Tilly’s arousal and the magic that had transformed her into a bimbo.
It was intoxicating, and Abigail found herself wanting more, needing more. She sucked harder, drawing out Tilly’s orgasm, her tongue pressing deep inside her friend’s ass.
Tilly was a writhing mess, her body convulsing with the force of her climax. Her hands clutched at the sheets, her knuckles white as she held on for dear life. Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!” she begged, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
But Abigail wasn’t ready to stop.
She felt a dark hunger burning inside her, a desire to be used and degraded even further. She pulled her tongue out of Tilly’s ass, feeling her friend’s juices coating her face. “I’m not done with her yet,” Abigail growled, her voice thick with need. “I need to cum. I have to, without any additional stimulation, just being used.” Abigail begged, her voice a low, desperate plea. She needed the raw, explicit act of being used to push her over the edge into orgasm. The dark hunger inside her had reached a fever pitch, and she needed Luke to give her what she craved. She needed to be fucked, used, and degraded.
Luke looked down at Abigail, his eyes gleaming with lust and dark intent. "That's what you want, isn't it, Abigail? You want to be used, filled, and made to cum without any other stimulation.
You want to be a filthy whore who gets off on degradation alone," Luke growled, his eyes locked onto Abigail's. "You want to prove how much of a fucking slut you really are."
Abigail nodded eagerly, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. "Yes, Master Luke. I want to cum just from being used, just from being your filthy little whore."
Luke smirked, his gaze flicking towards Tilly, who had finished cleaning his cock and was now giggling on the bed, her large fake tits bouncing as she played with her hair and pussy.
"That's right, Abigail. You want to be used, to be treated like the filthy slut you are. And I'm going to give you exactly what you want."
He moved swiftly, grabbing Abigail by the hair and pulling her to the edge of the bed. "On your knees, Abigail. Hands on the mattress, ass in the air," he commanded.
Abigail complied immediately, her body trembling with anticipation. She felt Luke's hands on her hips, roughly spreading her ass cheeks apart.
“That’s a good whore, so open, so vulnerable. Close your eyes, Abigail. You’re going to picture some things for me and they’re going to make you cum, got it, slut?” Luke murmured into her ear. "Imagine yourself as the filthy whore you are, Abigail. You're in a dark alley, alone, with no one to protect you. You hear footsteps approaching, the click of heels on the pavement. A group of strangers surrounds you, men and women, all of them leering at you, hungry for your body. They tear your clothes off, leaving you naked and exposed to the cold air and their hungry gazes. They force you to your knees, one of them shoving their cock into your mouth. You gag on it, but you can't deny them. You suck and lick, taking it all like the good little whore you are.
They pass you around, each one taking a turn fucking your face, your pussy, your ass. You're nothing more than a living fuckdoll for their pleasure. And you love it. You crave it. You beg for it."
Luke's voice was like velvet, each word dripping with dark intent. Abigail could feel the spell's energy coursing through her, amplifying every sensation, every dirty thought. Her body trembled with need, her pussy clenching with desire.
"Fuck, yes, Master Luke," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. "I'm your filthy little whore. Use me. Fuck me.”
“Now, picture yourself during rush week, the week when the president of Chi Omega has to be as perfect as possible, as attractive as you can to all those future pledges. You’re walking around, primped to the tens, the prettiest girl on campus.” He purred, making her envision it. “But then, I approach you, in front of everyone. And I make it so you can’t stand wearing clothes, that being covered up is an agony you can’t stand. You rip off your pretty dress, your matching bra and panties, leaving them shredded on the ground, in front of everyone. Can you imagine it, whore?” Luke's voice was low, a dark whisper that sent shivers down Abigail's spine. “You're standing there, naked, your tits on display, your pussy glistening with your arousal. You’re aching for it, begging for it. The entire sorority, the entire fucking campus is watching you, and you’re mine. You’re my little fuckdoll, my personal slut, and you’re begging for me to fuck you. To use you like the filthy whore you are.”
Abigail's body shuddered with need, her pussy clenching at the mental image Luke was painting.
"Yes, oh fuck, yes," she whimpered, her voice trembling with desire.
Luke's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers biting into her skin as he held her in place. "You'll carry that filthy, cum-stained dress until I give you permission to throw it out, whore," he growled, his voice dripping with lust. "And you'll walk around like that, showing everyone what a filthy little slut you are. Your tits will be on display, your pussy exposed, and you'll be dripping with your arousal. And I’ll weave a bit of my magic, a compulsion for the whole campus. That anytime anyone has to use their bathroom, you’re their toilet. Every other urinal and bathroom is out of order except for this filthy slut, the Chi O president.” Luke’s voice was low and dark as he whispered the words into Abigail’s ear. “She’s the only one available for their use. Every time they see her, they’ll want to fuck her, piss on her, cum on her. She’ll be their living toilet, their personal fuckdoll, available for use whenever they need relief.”
Abigail’s body was trembling, the filthy images Luke was painting in her mind sending waves of lust and humiliation coursing through her. She could feel her pussy clenching with need, her desire growing with every word.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her voice barely a whisper.
“Yes, that’s…that’s what I want. I want to be…your personal fuckdoll. Your living toilet. I want to be used by everyone.” Her words were barely audible, but they were laced with desire and humiliation. Abigail could feel the spell’s energy pulsing through her veins, heightening every sensation, making her mind a filthy playground of taboo desires.
Luke chuckled darkly, his grip on her hips tightening. He could feel her arousal coating her inner thighs, and he knew she was on the verge of orgasm.
“For the next ten minutes, Abigail, you’re going to live in that world. You’ll be a filthy, degraded piss covered, cum dumpster. No one will respect you, no one will even think of you unless they want to use you. Live that, in your mind, feel it in your body, for the next ten minutes, thats your reality, whore.” Luke murmured, weaving the spell around her mind. “And as you live that reality, Abigail, I want you to think about the filthiest, most degrading thing you can imagine. Picture it vividly, feel it in every fiber of your being. Let it consume you.” He paused, his voice dropping to a low growl. “And then, when you’re ready, I want you to cum. Cum just from the humiliation and degradation of your own existence. Cum like the filthy little whore you are, Abigail.”
Abigail let out a low moan, her body already trembling with need.
She could feel the spell taking hold, her mind twisting and turning as it painted the most degrading, filthy image she could ever imagine.
She pictured herself on her knees in the middle of a crowded park, naked except for a tattered dress that barely covered her body. She was surrounded by people, all of them leering and jeering at her. They spat on her, insulted her, and used her for their pleasure. She was a living, breathing sex doll, nothing more than a hole for their cocks and a mouth for their cum. She felt hands grabbing at her, pawing at her body, using her however they saw fit.
Her tits were groped and squeezed, her nipples twisted and pulled until they were sore and aching. Her pussy was fingered, her clit rubbed until she felt like she was going to explode. She was passed around like a doll, each person using her in their own way, leaving their mark on her body. She spat insults and obscenities, screaming and cursing at the people surrounding her, but it only seemed to turn them on more. "Fucking cunt! You love this, don't you, you filthy whore?" a man sneered, his cock thrusting into her mouth. "You love being used, don't you?
You're a filthy little whore who lives for this shit," another woman sneered, her hand gripping Abigail's hair tight as she forced Abigail's head down onto her cunt.
Abigail moaned around the woman's pussy, the taste and smell of her arousal filling her senses. She could feel the spell intensifying, her body trembling with growing need. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted to be used, to be filled, to be degraded.
"Fuck, yes," she whispered, her voice muffled by the woman's cunt. "I am a filthy little whore.
Use me, fuck me," Abigail moaned, her body trembling with need. Luke smiled cruelly, his eyes gleaming with lust as he heard her words. You're a filthy little whore, and I'm going to use you like one. Take my cock in your ass, slut. I want to feel your tight little asshole clenching around me as I fuck you raw."
Abigail moaned, her body aching with desire as she eagerly complied. She felt Luke's cockhead pressing against her ass, and she willingly opened herself up to him.
She pushed herself back against him, eager to feel him inside her. He groaned as he slowly pushed his cock into her tight asshole, stretching her open.
"Fuck, Abigail, your ass is so fucking tight," Luke growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all, you filthy slut. Take every inch of my cock up your asshole."
Abigail moaned, her body tensing as she adjusted to the intrusion. She could feel every inch of him as he slowly pushed deeper inside her. "Fuck, yes, Master Luke," she gasped, her voice filled with need. "Give it to me.”
“Don’t stop living in your degrading little reality, slut. I made it just for you and you’re going to use it as throughly as they use you.” Luke growled, plunging her mind back into the humiliating reality he’d created in her mind. The mental image of being a filthy human toilet, used and degraded by her entire campus, seared into her brain. Her body convulsed as she felt the shame and humiliation wash over her, her pussy clenching around nothing but air.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her voice a low, desperate plea. "I want it. I want to be used like that. I want to be your filthy little slut."
Luke chuckled, a dark, cruel sound that sent shivers down Abigail's spine. You're my filthy little slut.
You're nothing but a fuckdoll for me to use as I see fit." Luke's voice was low, almost a growl, as he continued to pound into Abigail's ass. She could feel every inch of him, the stretch and burn as he plunged deeper. The pain only fueled her arousal, making her pussy ache with need.
Abigail was lost in the spell, her mind filled with the degrading images Luke had planted in her head. She could feel the filth oozing from every pore, could taste the cum and piss and sweat of her imagined reality.
Her body convulsed as the spell drove her deeper into the role of a debased, humiliated little slut. Luke felt her ass tightening around his cock, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she pictured herself being used by strangers.
"You're a worthless little whore," Luke growled, his voice harsh with lust and contempt. "You exist only to be used. To be fucked and filled and degraded. No one will ever respect you again, and they’ll be right not to. Who would respect a creature that willingly was aroused by such debasement, by subhuman treatment? No one. And you love it. Picture the look in the eyes of your friends, your family, as they see you for what you really, truly are, a ridiculous, filthy, pathetic whore.” Luke’s commanding voice darkened as he continued to plunge his cock into Abigail’s ass, each word punctuated by a sharp thrust.
Abigail’s mind spiraled deeper into the dark, filthy fantasy Luke had woven. The mental images were so vivid, she could almost feel the cold concrete beneath her knees, the sting of spit on her face, the ruthless hands gripping her hair and forcing her mouth down onto hard, throbbing cocks. She could smell the stench of sweat and arousal, could taste the bitter tang of cum and the sharp, acrid taste of piss filling her mouth.
Abigail's body was trembling with need, her pussy aching with desperation as she pictured her friends and family looking at her with disgust, with contempt.
The humiliation was intense, but it only served to fuel her arousal. She could feel her body responding to the dark images, her pussy clenching with desire as she imagined herself being used, degraded, and humiliated.
She could feel Luke's cock pounding into her ass, the raw, brutal fucking driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, yes, Master Luke," she gasped, her voice hoarse with lust and humiliation. "Fuck me like the worthless little whore I am."
Luke groaned, his grip on Abigail's hips tightening as he felt her muscles clench around his cock. "That's it, Abigail. You're a filthy little slut, and you're going to take this fucking like the trash you are."
Tilly was still on the bed, her giggles and moans filling the air as she played with her pussy, her large fake tits bouncing with every movement.
Luke groaned, his cock throbbing as he took in the sight of the bimbo he had created. He pulled out of Abigail's ass, his cock glistening with her juices and a thick coating of lube. He didn't bother with undressing Tilly; he simply grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed, her legs hanging over the side.
"You want to be a good little bimbo, don't you, Tilly?" Luke growled, his voice thick with lust.
Tilly giggled, nodding eagerly.
I want to be a good little bimbo slut for you! Please, use my body however you want!"
Luke smirked, reaching down and gripping his cock, guiding it to Tilly's gaping pussy. He rubbed the head against her entrance, coating it with her juices before slowly pushing inside. Tilly moaned, her back arching as she felt him fill her.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Tilly," Luke groaned, his voice a low growl. “Straight from Abigail’s ass to your pretty pink cunt. Two filthy slurs, just for me.”
And it was that, not the images in her mind, of the brutal fucking, it was the realization that Luke had pulled out of her to fuck Tilly’s cunt instead that threw Abigail over the edge of her orgasm, waves upon waves of brilliant humiliation and degradation crashing over her as she realized she truly was just a filthy fuck toy for his pleasure, and she wanted to be nothing more. Abigail's body convulsed furiously, her pussy clenching around nothing as her orgasm tore through her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and her hands fisted the sheets, gripping them hard as she rode the waves of her climax.
Luke groaned, his hips pounding as he fucked Tilly's pussy. He was using her hard, the sound of their bodies meeting, the wet smack of his pelvis against her ass, filling the room.
“Look at that filthy whore, Tilly. Watch how she cums just from being degraded, from *not* getting to be fucked. She’s a filthy little cuck slut, she loves when I choose you over her.” Luke purred into Tilly’s ear. “And who could blame me? She’s a disgusting beast who loves humiliation and you’re a pretty little bimbo whore. It’s really no contest, is it, slut?” Luke murmured, making sure Abigail heard every word. “You love it, don't you? Knowing I'm fucking her tight little cunt while you're not being used? Your filthy imagination is running wild, isn't it? Fuck, you're so pathetic, Abigail. A worthless little cumdumpster, begging for any attention you can get.”
Abigail's moans turned into whimpers of desperate need, her body trembling as she felt the humiliation and degradation wash over her like a tidal wave.
She was nothing more than a worthless little cumdumpster, living only to be used and abused by Luke and whoever else he deemed fit. The thought made her pussy clench with an intense, almost painful desire.
”That’s right, you pathetic fucking slut," Luke hissed, his hips slamming into Tilly with brutal force. "You love the taste of her cum on my cock, don’t you, you filthy little cocksucker?"
"Y-yes, Master Luke," Tilly stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love tasting her filth on your cock.
I love feeling like a good little bimbo slut for you, Master Luke." Tilly giggled, her large fake tits jiggling with every word. Luke growled, his grip on Tilly's hips tightening as he slammed into her harder, his cock pounding into her pussy with brutal force. "You're a good little bimbo slut, Tilly. You take every inch of my cock like a fucking champion." Luke groaned, his voice thick with lust.
"Fuck, yes, my little bimbo. Suck me off while I fuck your tight little cunt. Show me how much of a fucking whore you are."
Tilly eagerly complied, her body still trembling from her own orgasm. She leaned forward, her large fake tits pressing against Luke's thighs as she wrapped her lips around his cock. She sucked him eagerly, her head bobbing up and down as she took him as deep as she could.
Luke groaned, his fingers tangling in Tilly's hair as he guided her head, practically folding her in half. “God, and look at those tits, Tilly. You’re gonna miss those whenever you have your brain on.” Luke growled as he grabbed hold of the magically fake tits.
They were even bigger than before; Tilly's transformation was complete. She was a perfect bimbo, a testament to Luke's growing power. And Abigail, the once proud Sorority president, had become a sniveling, cum-addicted whore. She eagerly lapped up the spilled cum, her body trembling with desperate need for more as her mind was consumed with degradation.
"Suck that cock clean, Whore." Luke ordered and Abigail obeyed without hesitation, her lips wrapped around the shaft as she slurped and licked at every inch of it, eliciting soft sighs of pleasure from Luke.
Her own juices dripped down her thighs, the scent of her arousal filling the air, as she tongued the cock that had been inside her ass just moments before.
Tilly, still giggling like a little girl, was now seated on a nearby chair, her legs spread wide, her fingers plunging in and out of her dripping cunt. "Look at me, Master Luke!" she giggled. "I'm playing with my pretty little pussy for you! Do you like it?"
Luke glanced over at Tilly and smirked. "Yes, my little bimbo, I do.
You're a fucking sight to behold," Luke replied, his voice laced with dark intent as he watched Tilly finger-fuck herself. "You're going to clean up your mess, too, aren't you? You're going to eat every drop of your filthy pussy juice and come back to me, ready to be used again, aren't you?"
Tilly nodded eagerly, her giggles turning into moans as she fingered herself harder.
“Look at her, Abigail. Look at how happy and simple she is. Your best friend is so much hotter without her brain, isn’t she, slut?” Luke purred at Abigail, still cleaning his cock. “You’ll never be that happy, will you? You don’t like to be. You much prefer to be humiliated and degraded, it makes your cunt so much wetter, so much sloppier, doesn’t it, whore?” Luke whispered, his voice like a blade cutting through the air.
Abigail whimpered, her body shuddering as she felt the weight of his words. She was nothing more than a pathetic, worthless whore, and she loved it. She looked up at him, her big blue eyes filled with lust and desperation. “Yes, Master Luke. I’m your filthy little slut. Use me however you want.”
Luke chuckled, a dark, cruel sound that sent shivers down Abigail’s spine. “Good. Now, get up and crawl to the bathroom. You’re going to show Tilly and I how enthusiastically you clean a bathroom with your tongue.” He commanded, pulling his cock from Abigail’s mouth and picking up Tilly, fireman carrying her, her hands trapped down with her pussy. "Master Luke! Master Luke! I'm your little bimbo slut, and I'll do whatever you want!" Tilly giggled and squiggled.
“Quiet, bimbo,” Luke instructed, carrying her into the bathroom. “Time to watch Abigail show us what a good little piss-drinking slut she is.”
Abigail trailed behind them, her body aching with desire and humiliation. She knew what was coming, and her pussy clenched with need at the thought. She was going to be watched by Tilly as she drank Luke’s piss, and she was going to clean the bathroom floor with her tongue.
Abigail was aroused, humiliated, and filled with raw, primal desire. Her mind was a swirling mess of degrading images, her body on fire with need.
As they entered the bathroom, Luke placed Tilly on the sink countertop, her legs dangling over the edge. "Watch her, bimbo," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. "Watch as your friend becomes the filthy whore she was always meant to be."
Abigail dropped to her hands and knees, her eyes locked onto Tilly’s.
She could see the giggling blonde bimbo perched on the countertop, her legs spread wide, her fingers already plunging into her pussy, getting ready for the show. Abigail's body trembled with a mix of humiliation and arousal as Luke unzipped and pulled out his cock, stroking it as he walked towards the toilet.
"Alright, whore. Time to play your role," Luke commanded, his voice dark and dripping with lust. "I want you to drink every drop, understand? Don't you dare waste a single drop of my piss. Any drop you spill, you have to roll in, piss-pig. Be a good fuck toilet and take my piss.” Luke growled, pointing his cock right at Abigail’s eager, waiting mouth. Her mouth was watering, desperate for her master’s piss, to be filled and know she was fulfilling her purpose. Luke looked down at her, his eyes flinty and full of dark intent. "You really are a disgusting, filthy little whore, aren't you? You love this, don't you? You love being used like a toilet, like a piece of meat." Luke murmured, his voice a low growl as he stroked his cock, making sure it was Abigail’s last sight before he pissed.
Abigail whimpered, her body trembling with need as she felt the first hot stream of piss hit her tongue. She didn't hesitate, she opened her mouth wider, her tongue sticking out to catch every drop.
Luke’s piss flowed freely, the smell of it filling the small bathroom, the taste of it flooding her senses. It was salty and bitter, and she swallowed it greedily, her body trembling with a mix of humiliation and arousal.
Tilly watched, her eyes wide with delight as she masturbated furiously, her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. "Fuck yes, Abigail! Drink it all, you fucking piss-whore!" she giggled, her body squirming with pleasure.
Luke watched Abigail, his eyes dark with lust as he saw her swallow every drop of his piss.
He could see the humiliation in her eyes, her cheeks flushed with shame and arousal. He groaned, his cock throbbing with need as he watched her degrade herself for his pleasure.
"Fuck, that's it, Abigail," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're a fucking piss whore, aren't you? You love drinking my fucking piss."
Abigail moaned, her body trembling as she felt the weight of his words. She loved it, she was a filthy piss whore, and she loved every fucking second of it.
She felt Lukey's piss splash against her face and into her hair, and it only made her hotter. She moaned, her mouth still open wide, wanting and waiting for more.
Luke chuckled, his hand still on his cock, stroking it slowly. Now, clean up this fucking bathroom with your tongue. Don’t you dare leave a single spot dirty. You are a filthy little cumdumpster, a human fucking mop, and you’re going to prove it to me.”
Abigail obeyed without hesitation, her tongue darting out to lick the toilet bowl clean.
She could taste the bitter tang of Luke's piss mixed with the acrid taste of cleaner, and it turned her on even more. She could feel the shame and humiliation coursing through her veins, her pussy aching with need. She licked every inch of the toilet, her tongue swirling around the bowl, cleaning every spot.
Tilly watched, her eyes wide with delight as she finger-fucked herself furiously. "Fuck yes, Abigail," she giggled. "You're such a good little piss-whore. Master Luke, Master Lukey! Make her fuck herself with the toilet brush while she cleans, the handle sticking out of her pussy like she’s the toilet brush herself!” Tilly giggled, swapping hands so she could lick off her pussy juices.
“Ooh, Master Luke, I love watching Abby be such a little toilet, her tongue all the way down the toilet bowl. But, oh, I wish I could see her use the brush handle like a fucking cock, fucking herself with the brush, just like I’m doing with my fingers. Oh, Master Luke, I wish I could see her fill her cunt with the brush handle, and then suck it clean, filling herself right back up again. Oh, Master Luke, I wish that was her.”
Luke smiled, his eyes gleaming with dark intent as he grabbed Abigail by the hair and dragged her over to the sink.
He grasped the toilet brush, the bristles still wet with her spit and piss from her licking. He pressed the handle against her lips, forcing her to taste her own filth. "Suck it clean, whore. Taste your own fucking filth," he growled. Abigail moaned, her lips parting to take the handle into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the bristles, cleaning every inch of the brush. She felt humiliated and ashamed, but her pussy was dripping with arousal, her body begging for more.
Tilly clapped her hands together, her eyes wide with excitement.
"Oh, Master Luke, that's so fucking hot! Look at her, she's sucking on that brush handle like it's her favorite cock. Make her fuck herself with it, Master Luke! Make her be your filthy little toilet-cum-whore!"
Luke's eyes flashed with cruel intent as he watched Abigail suck on the brush handle. He took it from her mouth, his cock throbbing at the sight of her lips wrapped around the handle, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
"You want that, don't you, whore?" he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Time to see how much of a fucking toilet you really are. Turn around, get on your knees, and shove that fucking brush handle up your cunt. Show me how much of a fucking slut you are."
Abigail eagerly complied, turning around and getting on her knees. She looked back at Luke, her eyes filled with desperate need. "Please, Master Luke. Please let me fuck myself with the brush handle."
Luke smirked, his eyes gleaming with dark intent. He grabbed the handle and pressed it against Abigail's pussy lips, rubbing it against her clit before slowly pushing it inside.
Abigail moaned, her body trembling as she felt the brush handle stretch her open. It was thick and rough, and it burned as it entered her, but the pain only served to heighten her arousal.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. "It hurts, but I love it. I fucking love it."
Luke chuckled, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he watched her fuck herself with the brush handle. "That's right, you fucking love it. You love being degraded and used like the filthy little whore you are. Now, show me how much you love it.
Fuck yourself harder with that brush handle, filthy slut," Luke commanded, his voice a dark growl as he pushed Abigail's head down, forcing her to watch as Tilly played with herself, her pussy juices dripping down her thighs.
Abigail moaned, her body trembling as she forced the brush handle deeper inside her. She could feel the rough bristles scraping against her sensitive flesh, the pain and pleasure mingling together to drive her wild.
"Fuck, yes. Fuck yes," Abigail chanted, her voice thick with lust and desperation. "I'm your filthy little fucktoy, Master Luke.
Use me, make me your personal toilet, your cumdumpster," Abigail begged, her voice hoarse with need and humiliation. She fucked herself harder with the brush handle, the rough bristles scraping against her sensitive flesh, the pain only heightening her arousal.
Luke watched, his cock throbbing with lust as he witnessed Abigail's degradation. He could see the pleasure and pain mixing together on her face, her eyes glazed over with desire. He grabbed the brush from her and began fucking her with it, holding nothing back as he brutalized her cunt, knowing his magic would protect her from any real harm. His hand moved the brush handle in and out of her, harder and rougher with every thrust, relishing in every filthy, humiliating sound that came from her lips.
“Gonna use me like the good little fucktoy you made me?” she whimpered, her voice wet and needy. The brush handle was in so deep now, bumping against her cervix at every thrust. The sensation was so intense, her pleasure so heightened, that the pain barely registered.
He smirked, his face inches from hers.
“Does my filthy whore want more?” He asked, his breath hot against her face. “Want me to shove this so hard inside of you that it might get stuck? That you’ll have to wander around like that, a human toilet brush. You’d love that wouldn’t you? The completely inescapable humiliation of knowing everyone can see what’s stuck inside your filthy cunt.” Luke’s voice was a dark purr, a promise of darker things to come, as he continued to thrust the brush handle deeper and harder inside Abigail.
The brush handle was thick and unyielding, the bristles scraping against her sensitive flesh, the pain and pleasure mingling together to drive her wild. Abigail was moaning and gasping, her body trembling as she took every brutal thrust.
“Oh, fuck yes, Master Luke,” she whimpered, her voice thick with lust and desperation. “I’m your filthy little fucktoy.
Use me, Master Luke,” Abigail pleaded, her body convulsing with each thrust of the brush handle. “Fuck me like the disgusting slut I am.”
Luke chuckled darkly, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Since you insist," he growled, gripping the brush handle tighter and slamming it into her with brutal force. "You want to be used like a fucking toy, don’t you, Abigail? A cheap, worthless piece of plastic that I can fuck and toss away at will."
Abigail shrieked, her body convulsing as the brush handle was shoved deeper inside her.
“Cum on it, you filthy whore. Cum from the pain and the pleasure and the complete degradation of your entire being. Cum knowing that if I made you sit in here, toilet brush in your cunt, all day, everyday, just waiting to be used, you’d do it and you’d. fucking. Love. It.” He growled, punctuating his words with deep thrusts of the brush, practically scraping her cervix. "Cum, you filthy little cumdumpster. Cum for me now!"
Abigail's body trembled violently, her moans and screams filling the air as she felt the orgasm building inside her. The brush handle was scraping her insides raw, but the pain only served to intensify the pleasure, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her body.
"Fuck! Fuck, yes, Master Luke Oh, God, I'm cumming!" Abigail wailed, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her, every muscle tensing and clenching as she rode the waves of pleasure.
The brush handle was lodged deep inside her, the rough bristles scraping against her sensitive flesh as she came, the pain and pleasure mingling together to create a symphony of sensation that drove her wild.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, yes!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the bathroom walls. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Master Luke! I'm your filthy little cumdumpster, your worthless little fucktoy!"
Luke groaned, his cock throbbing with lust as he watched Abigail collapse in a heap on the bathroom floor, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
He pulled the brush handle from her cunt, watching as her juices coated the bristles. “You’re a messy little cumdumpster, aren’t you?” he growled, a wicked smile spreading across his face. “Clean it up, slut. Lick yourself clean like a good little filthy toilet.”
Abigail moaned, her body trembling as she lifted herself up onto shaky legs. She looked at the brush handle in Luke’s hand, her eyes glazed over with lust and submission. I’ll clean it up.
I’m your filthy little toilet, Master Luke.” Abigail whispered, her voice hoarse with desire and exhaustion. She reached out a trembling hand, her fingers wrapping around the brush handle and pulling it towards her mouth. She opened her lips wide, her tongue darting out to lick the brush handle clean. She could taste the bitter mix of her own arousal and Luke’s unforgiving magic. She licked and sucked every inch of it, her eyes locked onto Luke’s, begging for his approval.
She could feel the humiliation of her act coursing through her veins, and it only served to make her pussy clench with desperate need.
Luke watched, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he observed Abigail's degradation. He moved over to where Tilly was still furiously fucking herself, giggling as though watching her best friend be completely debased was the best thing she’d ever seen.
Without waiting for her to remove her fingers, Luke slammed his cock inside of Tilly’s sopping, drooling pussy. She gasped, her eyes rolling back as he filled her, her pussy clenching around him greedily.
Luke groaned, his hips moving against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy with brutal force.
"Fuck, Tilly, you're a filthy little bimbo slut, aren't you? Look at you, fucking yourself, your fingers all coated in your own fucking juices, playing with yourself like the cheap little whore you are." Luke growled, his voice thick with lust as he watched Tilly's fingers push in and out of her pussy, her eyes glazed over with desire.
"Oh, Master Luke, I'm just a little bimbo slut for you.
I love playing with myself, getting all dirty and sticky," Tilly cooed, her voice dripping with desire as she continued to finger herself, her eyes locked onto Luke's as he thrust into her with brutal force.
Abigail watched, her own pussy clenching with need as she continued to lick the brush handle clean, the taste of her own arousal coating her tongue as she devoured every inch of it.
Luke's eyes never left her, his gaze dark and intense as he watched her debase herself for him.
"Fuck, look at her, Master Luke," Tilly giggled, her eyes wide with delight as she watched Abigail clean the brush handle with her tongue. "She's such a good little fucking toilet, isn't she?"
Luke smirked, his hips slamming against Tilly's with brutal force, his cock pounding into her pussy with rhythmic intensity. "She is, isn't she? She's learning her place, learning to enjoy her degradation.
Soon, she'll be a filthy, debased little whore, always ready to be used by me or anyone I deem worthy. Watch her, Tilly. Watch how a real slut behaves." Luke purred, his grip on Tilly's hips tightening as he pounded into her, his cock filling her with every brutal thrust.
Tilly watched, her eyes wide with excitement as she saw Abigail on her hands and knees, her tongue lapping at the brush handle like a starving animal. Her eyes were filled with lust and humiliation, her cheeks flushed with shame and arousal.
Abigail's tongue darted out again, licking every inch of the brush handle, making sure not a single drop of her fluid was left. She could taste the bitter mix of her own arousal and Luke's dark magic. The flavor was intense, almost overwhelming, but it only served to make her pussy clench with desperate need.
Luke watched, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he observed Abigail's debasement. He was enjoying every second of it, the way her tongue lapped at the brush handle, her eyes locked onto his, begging for his approval.
Luke leaned into Tilly’s ear, his breath hot and ragged on her neck. “You better make me cum before Abigail finishes cleaning up. Otherwise, you won’t get to cum at all, bimbo. So do what you’re good for and fuck.” He growled, deep and lusty. "You better make me cum, Tilly, or I'll fuck your brains right back into you. You'll be begging to suck my cock just to get a taste of that sweet, delicious magic again."
Tilly giggled, her voice breathy and needy. "Don't worry, Master Luke, I'm gonna make you cum so hard you'll forget your own name." She thrust her hips back against him, matching his rhythm, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock.
Luke groaned, his hips slamming against hers, his cock plunging in and out of her pussy with brutal force.
"That's it, bimbo, show me what you can do," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Make me cum, make me fill your cunt with my fucking seed."
Tilly moaned, her body trembling with effort as she matched Luke's thrusts, her hips slamming back against his with every pound. "Fuck yes, Master Luke, I'm gonna make you cum so hard," she panted, her voice breathy with desire.
"I'm gonna make you fill my stupid little bimbo cunt with your fucking cum."
Luke chuckled darkly, his hips slamming against hers with brutal force. "You're damn right you will, bimbo. You'll be my good little cumdumpster, ready to take every drop of my seed and beg for more."
Abigail moaned softly, her eyes locked onto the scene playing out before her. She watched, her pussy dripping with arousal as she witnessed Luke and Tilly fucking like animals.
She could see the brutal force of Luke's thrusts, the way his hips slammed into Tilly's, his cock fucking her with savage intensity.
Abigail’s eyes were glued to the sight, her own desires rising to new heights. She was aching to be used like that, to be filled and fucked and degraded.
She could see the pleasure on Tilly’s face, her eyes glazed over with lust, her mouth open in a silent scream as Luke pounded into her.
“Oh, fuck, yes, Master Luke!” Tilly screamed, her body convulsing as she felt her own orgasm building.
"Oh, fuck, Master Luke, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum so fucking hard for you!"
Luke chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down Tilly's spine. "Not yet, you stupid little bimbo. Not until I say so. You're going to take every fucking inch of my cock, you're going to take my cum, and then, and only then, will you be allowed to cum. Understand?"
Tilly whimpered, her body trembling with need. "Yes, Master Luke. I understand."
Luke groaned, his hips slamming against hers with brutal force.
He could feel her tight, wet pussy gripping his cock, the sensation driving him wild. He was close, so fucking close, but he wasn't ready to let Tilly cum yet. Not until he made her beg for it.
"You aren't cumming yet, Tilly. Not until you make me cum, understand? You're my little bimbo, my fucktoy, and you'll cum when I tell you to, got it?" Luke growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. I understand. Please, Master Luke, I want to cum.
I need to cum so fucking bad, please let me cum!" Tilly begged, her body writhing beneath him, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock, desperate for release.
Luke smirked, his grip on her hips tightening as he slammed into her harder, faster. "Beg for it, you filthy little cunt. Beg like the pathetic little bimbo you are. Tell me how much you want my cum, how much you need it."
Tilly moaned, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm.
"Please, Master Luke," she begged, her voice a desperate whimper. "I need your cum so bad. Please, let me cum. I want it so fucking much."
Luke chuckled, a dark, cruel sound that sent shivers down Tilly's spine. "Not yet, my little bimbo slut. You're going to beg for it, and you're going to beg good. You're going to tell me how much you want my cum, how much you need it.
You're going to tell me how much you want to feel it filling your cunt, dripping out of you, marking you as mine. You're going to beg for it like the filthy little whore you are." Luke demanded, his voice a low growl as he continued to pound into Tilly's pussy with brutal force.
Tilly moaned, her body trembling with need as she tried to hold back her orgasm. "Please, Master Luke, I want your cum so bad. I need it, I need it so fucking bad.
I need to feel your cum filling me, stretching me, making me yours. I want to feel you marking me, claiming me, making me your filthy little cumdumpster. I want to feel your cum dripping out of me, running down my thighs, proving to the world that I belong to you, that I'm your filthy little bimbo slut. Please, Master Luke, please let me cum. I can't take it anymore, I can't hold back. I need your permission, Master Luke.”
“Good bimbo. Guess you have just enough of your brain left to know how to beg for cum like a good slut.” Luke growled, praising and degrading her in equal measure. “Now cum with me, you stupid, stupid whore. Cum while I paint your insides white, fill you with my seed, make you feel whole.” Luke hissed the words into Tilly’s ear, as his hips slammed into hers, his cock pounding into her cunt relentlessly.
Tilly screamed, her screams echoed through the small dorm bathroom, their bodies slapped together, his wet from her pussy and her asshole, and her pussy slick with hers and his own.
“Fuck, you begging me isn’t enough?” Luke asked through gritted teeth, his thrusting never letting up as he fucked Tilly’s brains out.
Tilly screamed again, barely coherent through her pleasure. Her giggles were long-gone, replaced by ragged breaths and screams of ecstasy.
“Yes, yes, yes! Oh God, Luke, Master Luke, I fucking need it! Please, let me cum! I’m such a filthy little slut, you can let me cum, can’t you? I’m your little slut, isn’t that right?” Tilly pleaded, her pussy walls pulsing with need.
Luke slammed into her once again, holding himself in her as deep as possible as his orgasm crashed over him, filling Tilly with cum. “Good slut. You’ve earned my cum and yours. Now cum the rest of your fucking brains out. I don’t want you to know any words at all by the time you’re done cumming.” Luke growled as he exploded with orgasm. Tilly's body convulsed under him, her pussy clenched around his cock, her cries filling the small bathroom. He could feel every pulse of his cock as it filled her with his cum, marking her deeply, making sure she would never forget who she belonged to.
He held her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her one last time, making sure to milk every last drop of his seed into her eager, greedy cunt.
“Yes, Master Luke! YES!” Tilly screamed, her body shattering as her own orgasm ripped through her.
She could feel Luke's cock throbbing inside her, his hot cum filling her pussy, stretching her open. She could feel every pulse of his cock as he came, marking her deeply, claiming her as his own.
"Fuck, yes, Master Luke! I'm cumming! I'm cumming so fucking hard! Your cock feels so fucking good inside me, filling me with your cum! I'm your filthy little bimbo slut, aren't I?
Your filthy little bimbo cumdumpster, cumming so fucking hard for you," Tilly gasped, her body shaking with the force of her release.
Luke groaned, his cock throbbing with pleasure as he felt her pussy clenching around him, milking him for every last drop of his cum. He held her in place, his hips still pressed against hers, his cock still buried deep inside her as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm.
"That's it, Tilly. Take every last drop of my cum. Swallow it all, you filthy little cumdumpster," he growled, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction.
He held her in place, his cock still buried deep inside her as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm.
Tilly's eyes rolled back in her head, her body still trembling with the force of her release. She could feel Luke's cock pulsing inside her, his hot cum filling her pussy, stretching her open. She loved the feeling of being filled with his cum, marked by him, claimed by him. She loved the sensation of his seed dripping out of her, coating her thighs, a constant reminder of her place.
Luke finally pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their mixed juices.
“Get in the fucking shower, sluts. Now.” Luke commanded turning the hot water on, steam filling the room as he stepped into the shower. He knew his sluts would follow. They always did. Abigail dragged herself to her feet, her body aching from her earlier debasement. She limped to the shower, her eyes locked onto Luke's muscular frame as he stood under the hot water. His dark hair was plastered to his head, water streaming down his back and over his broad shoulders. His eyes met hers, a wicked gleam shining through the steam.
"You're going to clean me, Abigail. You're going to lick every inch of my body, every fucking crevice. You're going to make sure I'm spotless.
Luke growled, grabbing Abigail's hair and pushing her to her knees in front of him. Tilly stepped into the shower behind Abigail, her eyes wide with lust and anticipation.
"Yes, Master Luke," Abigail whimpered, her voice thick with desperation. She knew what was coming, and her body ached with need. She wanted it, needed it. She was his filthy little toilet, his cumdumpster, and she wanted to serve him, please him, satisfy him.
She stuck out her tongue, her eyes never leaving his as she began to lick his body, starting with his ankles and working her way up his calves. She could taste the remnants of the harsh, cold water mixed with his sweat, the smell of his cum still lingering on his skin.
“Fuck, that’s it, Abigail. Lick me like the filthy little whore you are,” Luke growled, watching as Abigail’s tongue traced patterns up his legs. He grasped her hair tighter, guiding her mouth to his cock, still half-hard from fucking Tilly. “Now, suck it.
Clean it with your mouth, slut,” he ordered, his voice a low growl.
Abigail eagerly complied, her mouth wrapping around his cock, her tongue swirling around the shaft. She could taste the mix of her own arousal and Tilly's juices, and it only served to make her pussy clench with need. She sucked harder, taking him deeper into her mouth, her hands gripping his thighs for support.
Tilly watched, her eyes wide with delight as she saw Abigail's tongue lavishing Luke's cock.
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