you seem to really like the toy

"OH MY!!
OHHHHHH!!
Squirming a little,
realizing my feet are no longer on the cold concrete floor,
my back pressed against the cold steel bars,
Your thick shaft inside me,
deep
It feels much bigger than it looked

(wink)

World Breakers HQ
"Why don't you tell them what Militech, the FIA will do with this information, the way leverage is always used?!"

Once again intercepted, Celestine whirled toward your approach, bringing the flamberge up diagonally across as a means of mechanical advantage rather than a weapon, necessarily.

And with you in melee, those wings retreated from Victoria Forsythe and hovered overhead, hesitating as it couldn't find a good angle by which to affect the struggle productively.

"You add words to their profane vocabulary, when the language of corruption must be silenced once and for all!"

It made no sense for her to be able to test your strength, it was like she contained an unconventional power source within her that groaned within her mechanized joints, suffused a blue glow across her body and she didn't even appear as though she was looking at you in specific. Like she just stared straight ahead, like she wasn't even using her own eyes to see.

World Breakers HQ
It's their insurance policy.

Vasquez, the dutiful spider-bot, starts twitching and flickering as the mag-bomb is attached to their underside. The magnetism just from the repulsor cores is affecting their systems.

"Stay on the target. Within 15 feet. Strike when I order." He gives the bot its command structure. And it awkwardly skitters away with the payload.

Echo rises back up to his feet. Too close quarters for the last incendiary, black foam, or the gallium/magnetite shells. So the M-79 hangs by its strap at his side.

Instead...the circular forearm shield unfolds and extends from his left bracer. Bending outward like an umbrella caught in the wind.

Waiting for his moment on Celestine...

Sorry, still here. It's like standing cats, trying to get the dogs to do what they need to

(step)mom?

Uummm
I guess...
still touching it...
just looking up at you...

World Breakers HQ
Almost... we're almost... Then you fell over. She flinched. Oh dude!

You seemed fine. The good news was... nothing bounced the brain! YAY!! She had a sort of strange obsession to shake him, like she was trying to get jelly out of a jar. She sort of had to keep telling herself. "Don't shake it. Don't shake it."

NPC Overseer

She gently used a probe to keep the black box nestled against the brain. She had to go slow. If she tore any if the internal tissue you'd die so fast she could do nothing. It was a strange moment. She doesn't usually wish she could pray.

EMBED took on the strain. Cupping the brain like it's own little skull. She was testing the blood leaving the brain, making sure that it was where she wanted it. She adjusted Miguel to force more oxygen into his body. She watched as EMBED started to link up with the brain and take over it's medical needs.

So cluse.

while engaged with the passionate kiss, my hands roam over your exquisite body, enjoying you with my touch
either your body is betraying you, or you are one hell of an actress after all
forcing you against your bars, large hands grip your small ass cheeks and lift you
when at the right angle, my hard shaft penetrates you

Sad to hear

welp... the fish aren't biting here... must be the mayfly hatch

nope. :(

no one around tonight

i really should put the prize back i guess

someone in a grass skirt "is not available"

incoming

Rising up onto my toes,
and wrapping my arms around You,
kissing You on the lips,
my breasts pushed against your chest
as my lips meet Yours in a deep passionate kiss...
my tongue dancing with Yours

*blushes and laughs*.

thank you as well for keeping me company as well

I would do you in a grass skirt... just saying

that would be nice.. thanks for chating