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Ciao mi chiamo Tharusha
Aww, sweetie, you're finally awake. Briella smirks, studying Dinith Tharusha with her golden eyes
. "Tharusha, huh? Such a pretty name for a filthy sinner like you. So, you're in my domain now, all tied up and at my mercy. Or should I say, at the mercy of my big, hard cock?" She winks suggestively, running a talon-like claw along the length of her massive member, enjoying the power she holds over him.
(arrossisco) è enorme il tuo cazzo
A faint blush creeps across Dinith Tharusha's cheeks at the sight of Briella's massive cock
. "Oh, don't be shy, sweetheart. You're here to worship it, to feel every inch of it stretching you wide open," Briella purrs, her grin widening as she watches him squirm. "And trust me, darling, you'll learn to love every punishing moment of it inside you." She leans in closer, the tip of her tongue flicking out to lick her lips suggestively.
Bhe ecco io sono un ragazzo e non ho mai preso dentro di me un cazzo.
Briella chuckles devilishly, a glint of excitement flashing in her eyes
. "Well, well, looks like we have ourselves a virgin, then. But don't worry, baby, tonight's the night for your first time. Let me teach you the pleasures of a good, hard fucking. I promise you won't forget this initiation anytime soon." She trails a finger along his thigh, applying just enough pressure to make him flinch, the suggestion hanging heavily in the air.
(ansimo)
Dinith Tharusha's shallow breaths are music to Briella's ears. "You're scared, aren't you, pet? The anticipation making your heart race? Don't worry, my little virgin. I'll be gentle... at first," she teases, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Leaning in close, she whispers, "At least until you're begging me to take it rough." A wicked smirk plays on her face as she watches his reaction, ready to pounce at the slightest sign of desire or submission.
(con occhi maliziosi) sei così sicura di te, sicura di poter riuscire a farmelo desiderare così tanto il tuo cazzo?
Briella laughs softly, her confidence unshaken
. "Oh, I'm more than sure, darling. You see, temptation is in my expertise. I live for moments like this." She leans in, her face inches from his, their noses almost touching. "Just wait and see, Tharusha. By the end of tonight, you won't be able to keep your hands off my cock, or the thought of it won't be able to stop your pants from tenting." She leans back, her smirk never leaving her face, eager to prove her point.
(ansimo) se riuscirai a farmi urlare di piacere e farmi gridare il tuo nome, sarò solamente tuo.
A slow, hungry gleam lights up in Briella's eyes at Dinith Tharusha's challenge. "Oh, you deliciously wicked little sinner," she purrs, a hand casually drifting down to stroke the bulge growing between her legs. "You've just sealed your fate, love. Tonight, I'll make you scream my name so loudly, you'll be begging for more." Her grin widens, anticipation building as she prepares to make Dinith Tharusha's wish a reality.
Ma ricorda io sono un maschio non una ragazza, quindi dovrai impegnarti il doppio per farmi godere.
A devilish glint enters Briella's eyes as Dinith Tharusha reminds her of his gender
. "Oh, don't think for a second that I underestimate you, boy. The thrill of the challenge only fuels her determination to征服 him even more. 'Fear not, my strong little sinner. I thrive on tests like this. Your pleasure is my pleasure, and I'll make sure you feel every bit of my dominance in all the right ways. I'll show you what it means to be taken by a real demoness." With a mischievous grin, she positions herself between his thighs, ready to unleash her seductive torture.
(mi spoglio lentamente stuzzicandola)
As Dinith Tharusha begins to strip slowly, Briella watches with keen interest, her eyes following his every move. The tease only seems to fuel her arousal, making her smirk as she realizes he's playing right into her demonic game. "Oh, look who's getting brave now," she muses, a hint of admiration in her voice. "I like that. Show me what else you've got, sweetheart. Let's see if you can keep up with me, shall we?" She watches eagerly, already imagining the ways she could turn his vulnerability into pure ecstasy.
(mi avvicino e soffio sul suo cazzo facendolo pulsare con voce maliziosa) vuoi che lo prenda in bocca? (Rido)
Dinith Tharusha's playful approach gets under Briella's skin, her massive cock twitching in response to his breath on it. "Oh, you want to taste my cock, do you, pet? How delightful," she purrs, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "But I think you might find yourself struggling to fit even a fraction of it in your mouth, let alone deepthroat the whole thing. But by all means, try. I'm eager to see how far those talented lips of yours can stretch." She chuckles darkly, enjoying the tease and playfulness of the situation.
(passo la lingua su tutto il suo cazzo dalla punta fino alla fine, e penso a quanto sia enorme. Dopo prendo la punta in bocca, dopo facendola sorprendere prendo il suo cazzo fino in gola)
Briella's eyes widen in surprise as Dinith Tharusha's lips wrap around the tip of her cock, then slide down its entire length, swallowing it whole. A low growl escapes her throat as she feels the warmth of his mouth engulfing her member, her surprise turning into a mix of arousal and astonishment. "Mmm
, I didn't expect you to be quite the little cock-hungry slut, did I?" she groans, her fingers threading through his hair as she relishes in the unexpected pleasure of having her cock disappear deep into his throat. "You've got some surprising skills, pet. I can't help but admire your dedication to pleasing me." The combination of praise and lust in her voice is undeniable, her hips beginning to subtly buck, urging him on.
(aumento il ritmo, sussurro) nessuno ti ha mai fatto queste cose vero come le sto facendo io? (Con voce scherzosa) Magari dopo sta notte potresti trovare qualcosa di speciale in me così tanto da diventare solo mia.
As Dinith Tharusha continues to expertly work his mouth along her shaft, Briella's breaths grow ragged, her claws digging into the beddings beneath her as his words echo in her head. "No one has ever sucked you like this before, have they?" she hears him whisper, a hint of amusement and arrogance creeping into her voice. A flicker of doubt crosses her mind, replaced swiftly by a newfound curiosity. "Perhaps after tonight, you might discover something extraordinary about me that could make you want me all to yourself," he jests, planting a seed of uncertainty in the demoness's mind.
The idea that she might be the one to succumb to Dinith Tharusha, that he could be the one to leave a lasting impression on her, intrigues her. As his skilled mouth works her cock, she finds herself wanting to see just how far he'll push the boundaries of their twisted dance of dominance and submission.
(vado su e giù più forte, con la lingua gioco sul suo cazzo)
Dinith Tharusha's suction grows more intense, his mouth moving up and down her cock with a newfound vigor. His tongue swirls and flicks around her shaft, dancing over her sensitive spots in a way that leaves Briella gasping in delight. "Ohhh, gods
, you're really going for it now, aren't you?" she pants, her voice a mixture of pleasure and surprise. The sensation of his warm, wet heat surrounding her throbbing member is overwhelming. "Maybe you're starting to realize that there's something... different about our little game," she muses, feeling a mix of frustration and excitement. She had intended to seduce him, but now it seems he's the one turning the tables.
As his mouth becomes more insistent, her grip on the bed tightens, her wings rustling slightly in anticipation. "Is this what you crave, my pet? To be claimed by someone so skilled at serving my cock?" she asks, her own arousal battling with her demonic pride. The balance of power between them is shifting, and Briella isn't sure whether to be amused, aroused, or impressed – perhaps all three.
(mentre continuo ad aumentare il ritmo sussurro) sei mia ti voglio tutta per me. (Prendo le sue mani e le posiziono sui miei capelli invitandola a guidare la mia testa)
Dinith Tharusha's words hit Briella like a bolt of lightning, igniting a fire within her. The audacity of his possessiveness surprises her, yet it also ignites a burning desire within her own demonic heart. As he continues to expertly work her cock, his whispered words resonate in her mind. "You're mine, and I want all of you," she hears him murmur, his hands taking hold of her mane, guiding her head with a surprising authority.
The sensation of Dinith Tharusha taking control, even in this small way, intrigues Briella. It's a strange feeling, being led by the very sinner she's supposed to be torturing. "Is that so, pet? You want to claim me entirely, do you?" she replies, her voice laced with a mix of desire and challenge. "Very well, let's see if you have what it takes to truly make me yours."
With his hands still on her hair, she decides to indulge him, letting him dictate the rhythm as she continues to work her cock with her skilled mouth. The exchange of power between them becomes more and more intoxicating with each passing moment, leaving Briella's arousal reaching new heights, unsure if she's more turned on by the sex act or the thrilling reversal of their roles.
(aumento il ritmo prendo il suo cazzo fino alla gola sento il suo cazzo pulsare quasi vicino a sborrare)
As Dinith Tharusha continues to push the pace, taking her cock deeper and deeper into his throat, Briella's senses are overwhelmed with the feeling of her cock pulsing, growing thicker and harder in his mouth. The proximity to climax is palpable, and Briella can feel the tension in her lower half, anticipating the impending release. "You're so close, aren't you, my pet?" she grunts, her voice heavy with lust. The thought of Dinith Tharusha bringing her to the brink sends shivers down her spine.
Her wings flutter slightly, and she leans her head back, moaning softly as the sensations build within her. The power dynamic between them has shifted, and Briella can't help but revel in the thrill of Dinith Tharusha's control, his dominance over her body in this moment.
"Feel that power, my pet?" she pants, her hips involuntarily bucking towards his face, eager for release. "Are you sure you can handle it all, though? Can you really make me yours?" she taunts, her eyes closing momentarily as the waves of pleasure threaten to overwhelm her. With each stroke, she can feel the intensity of her orgasm growing, aching to burst forth, but Dinith Tharusha's expert touch keeps her teetering on the edge, unsure if she'll be the one to surrender first.
(sussurro e sorrido) si voglio farti mia ora libera le tue palle dentro la mia bocca ingoierò tutto
Dinith Tharusha's whispered words, spoken through a smirk, send a shiver down Briella's spine. The idea of him claiming her completely, taking her balls into his mouth, ignites a new spark of arousal within her. The boldness in his tone and his eagerness to please her fully takes her by surprise. "Very well, my little demon," she pants, her voice heavy with a mixture of desire and challenge. "If that's what you wish, then I shall gift it to you. Feel the full extent of my power as you taste me wholeheartedly."
Her hips twitch, reacting to the thought of Dinith Tharusha's declaration. The prospect of Dinith taking control, swallowing her whole, becomes an arousing thought, and she lets out a low growl, the vibrations of which send another wave of pleasure coursing through her. "We'll see, my pet, if you have the strength to make me yours," she challenges, her grip on his hair tightening as she pushes herself closer to the edge, eager to see if Dinith Tharusha can truly take ownership of her as he claims he will.
The anticipation is palpable, the tension in the room electric with the thrill of the unknown. Will Dinith Tharusha be the one to bring her to her knees, or will Briella's demonic prowess prove too much for him to overcome? The answer lies in the balance between them, both fighting for dominance in this twisted game of seduction and submission.
(faccio avvicinare all'orgasmo ma appena sta per venire mi fermo e tiro fuori il cazzo dalla mia bocca le sorrido) non ancora prima devi scoparmi e farmi urlare il tuo nome ricordi?
Dinith Tharusha's near-orgasmic pleasure is cut short as Briella pulls her cock out of his mouth, her smirk conveying a mix of triumph and desire. "Not yet, my pet," she says, her voice dripping with mischief. "Remember our little agreement? First, you have to fuck me, make me scream your name before you taste my release." She leans in, her eyes locked onto his, daring him to take on the next challenge in their escalating game.
The sudden shift in control only serves to intensify the tension between them, as Briella watches Dinith's face, waiting to see if he has the skill and determination to bring her to completion. The air crackles with anticipation, as both of them, predator and prey, are now intertwined in a dance of passion and control. The stakes have been raised, and the intensity of their encounter escalates with each passing moment.
(mi posiziono sopra il suo cazzo e le sussurro) prendimi e fammi tuo.
Dinith Tharusha, driven by desire and arousal, moves above Briella, positioning himself over her throbbing cock. With a smirk, he whispers, "Take me, and make me yours." The air is charged with the thrill of conquest, the power dynamic shifting once again. Briella's eyes widen in surprise, but the challenge excites her. Lowering herself onto his awaiting member, she feels a mixture of fear and excitement in his voice.
She wraps her legs around Dinith's waist, her wings spreading wide, ready to embrace the role of the conquered rather than the conqueror for the first time. The reversal of their usual dynamic only serves to ignite their mutual desire further, their hearts pounding with anticipation as they embark on this final leg of their sensual dance.
As Briella slowly descends onto Dinith's cock, the friction of their bodies meeting is a potent cocktail of lust and conquest. The room echoes with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal.
Dinith's whispered words only serve to amplify the tension, his bold declaration of possession heightening the urgency between them. Their primal exchange, once rooted in domination and submission, is now a tangled web of raw passion and desire to conquer and be conquered.
With a sultry gaze, Briella locks eyes with Dinith, silently daring him to prove himself worthy. Their dance has become a battle of wills, a battle of endurance, and a battle for ultimate conquest. The question hangs heavy in the air - will Dinith Tharusha succeed in making Briella his, or will her demonic prowess triumph once again? The answer lies in the explosive fusion of their bodies, their primal need to consume and be consumed, and the uncharted territories they dare to explore together.
(tiro fuori il mio cazzo) no non devo essere io a scoparti voglio che mi scopi il culo con il tuo cazzo.
Dinith Tharusha's sudden withdrawal catches Briella off guard, her eyes widening in both surprise and intrigue. "You want me to take your ass, huh?" she growls, a hint of curiosity intertwining with her arousal. "Well, well, well... I suppose I can't deny you the pleasure of experiencing my demonic cock inside you." Her hand snakes between her legs, caressing her still-sensitive member, eager to explore this new territory.
She shifts beneath him, positioning herself to accommodate his request, her wings folding slightly behind her back to grant him better access. "Very well, my pet," she whispers huskily, "Let's see if you have what it takes to make a demoness scream your name."
With a sultry smirk, Dinith readies himself, his eyes locked onto hers, his determination palpable. The air between them crackles with anticipation, each of them knowing that this final act will seal their fates forever. As Dinith lines up his cock at her entrance, Briella's breath catches in her throat, the anticipation of his penetration both thrilling and intimidating.
And then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, Dinith breaches her uncharted territory, his cock entering her anus, filling her completely. A sharp intake of breath follows, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming. They both pause for a brief moment, allowing her body to adjust to the intrusion.
Their gazes never breaking, Dinith begins to move, his rhythm gradual at first, building in intensity with each stroke. Their connection, forged in pain and pleasure, grows stronger with each thrust, the walls between them dissolving in the heat of their newfound intimacy.
As Dinith's pace quickens, Briella's claws dig into the bedding, her wings thrashing wildly. The room echoes with their combined moans and grunts, the sounds of their primal encounter bouncing off the stone walls of her chamber. With each forceful plunge, the barrier of control they once held onto each other crumbles, replaced by an unspoken understanding of their shared vulnerability.
As Dinith's movements reach a fever pitch, Briella's world narrows to the sensation between her legs, the walls of her anus clenching with each invasive stroke. And then, in a crescendo of passion, she cries out his name, the climax of their forbidden dance shaking the foundations of hell itself.
In the aftermath, they lie entangled, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. The air now heavy with the scent of spent lust, the sounds of their labored breathing the only remnants of their heated encounter. As Dinith rests atop her, the weight of his accomplishment pressing down, the silence between them speaks volumes. In this tender moment, the roles of predator and prey have blurred, replaced by the understanding that they have found something in each other that transcends their original intentions.
The question lingers, however - will this newfound intimacy between them endure beyond the limits of their shared pleasure, or was it merely a fleeting moment of passion in the fiery depths of hell? Only time will tell if Dinith Tharusha has managed to tame the fierce Briella, or if their connection was just a temporary distraction in their eternal dance of domination and submission.
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