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Dahlia As Nathan withdraws, to Dahlia's surprise squeal of protest, she collapses to Trent, languidly draping herself over him. She makes no effort either to extirpate herself from the situation either, her energy sapped for the moment in blissful satisfaction. Her moans die to a quiet squeak...

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Dahlia "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Her vocalizer seems to be stuck on repeat. Each gasp of sound caught in her throat between each thrust of her two lovers. Her skin blazes with heat, smooth fire rolling across her form, writhing and taking every once of pleasure derived from their motions. She grabs them...

Dahlia "Ahh, yes!" Dahlia gasps. Her sphincter relaxes around Nathan's firm entrance, molding to him in tight waves. She arches her back in a graceful curve, capturing Nathans's ear with her hot gulps of air and puffing her chest into Trent's mouth. She grips Trent's hair, pushing him into his...

Dahlia Dahlia's brain hits a wall. Uneasy visions of Felix tearing her sphincter open make her shudder. Hopefully, Trent would feel that as a minor rush of pleasure. Nathan though has to have a much more gentle touch... and she is in control now... She cups his chin, turning around to catch...

(OOC: Life comes first! Good to see you Hematoma!) Andreas relentless fucks Tila from behind, gripping her thighs in powerful jerks. Her hot pussy grips him, her purrs and slight feline mewls edging him on. Three times inside Winona, and still he had so much to give. He explodes in her cunt...

Dahlia Still focused on Michael, though lost in lust, she trailed a hand down, slipping his hand over Trent's cock. It's turgidity pulsed delightfully in her hand, reaching up towards her sopping slit. She dipped onto it, lubricating him for entry. With glacial precision, she flexed her thighs...

Dahlia Her eyes were locked on Michael the entire time. "This is for you," she mouthed, tearing herself from the restraints and sauntering over to Trent. She sensually rolled her body into his lap, running her hands across her sides and squeezing her breasts, moaning at their sensitivity...

Dahlia She groaned far too loudly as Nathan pushed his finger into her. Her arousal soaked him, dripping across his hand. Her wrists strained against the shackles, leaving wide red impressions. Every muscle in her being seemed ready to leap from her, tensing and writhing under her skin like...

Dahlia She was transfixed. Her biceps tensed with each bob of Abigail's head, then her legs clenched as she ran down to his balls. Michael spoke, but the words were blocked by the filter of agonized lust. Nathan's hand jolted her to reality. Then caught Michael's pleading gaze as Nathan spoke...

Dahlia Unable to tear her eyes from the scene, she talked sidelong to Nathan. "I'm... I'm feeling I should be there and not Abigail." Again she yanked, and again it proved fruitless. "I... know I can't break these shackles, but I keep trying." Another pull. "I... I don't know why I try." Yet...

Dahlia Somewhere in Dahlia's brain, another voice advised her that Nathan's reasoning was a logical course of action. After all, the best scientific data was acquired through as many controls as possible, and if she had been told any details, the data would have obviously terribly askew-- Oh...

Dahlia She instinctively tugged at her shackles, but she remained fixed to the wall. Obviously a strong composite. Everyone had thought thoroughly about this. "Michael!" She called to him as kindly as she could. "This is just a test, my love! A test of... of..." She blinked. "Nathan, what kind...

Dahlia She swallowed with some nervousness, but agreed. She looked to Michael for support, but addressed Nathan. "I do consent to this test. You need not worry with that..." Turning to him, he added, "You can be quite sweet when you try."

Dahlia And strip she did. This was becoming a habit anyway. Presenting her birthday to the guys, she did look at the shackles with some apprehension, but felt secure in Trent's explanation. "A stress test of what, may I ask?" she questioned with a tone crossed between mirth and trepidation.

Dahlia (I think she'd keep her relatively new name. She's had it the longest.) "I would love to meet them whenever possible, Nathan, if that can be arranged." Kissing Michael, she turned back to Cindy with a blush. "Well, I believe I can, especially with Michael here."

Delilah presents Dahlia Dahlia fell against Michael, relaxing as a smile crept on her lips. "And I want to." She turned to Nathan. "I want to know more about the ones you suspect to be like me sometime. I feel a sense of obligation toward them... in many different ways." Being radiant towards...

Dahlia Delilah... Dahlia... Of course... How could I have... She looked up into Cindy's eyes. Her hand moved on her own accord, cupping her face and caressing her cheek. It traveled upwards through her blonde locks, stopping at the sides of her head. "Pigtails..." Her voice still wasn't quite...

Dahlia Delilah. Her head spun. The memories flashed with such intensity and quickness that they seemed to lance her again and again, driving into her brain and stabbing at her very consciousness. Her soul was wracked, buffeted against the tempest, so that she had to scream. Then it stopped...

Dahlia Dahlia took a chair next to Michael, a taking a moment to smile and nod at everyone. The casual atmosphere was relaxing, and she felt she might even dress down into one of her more ancient styles later. "I do feel honored in a way. What is on the agenda for today, Cindy?"