She's perfect the way she is

{if Futa==true}Three girls were sucking Mistress's glorious cock. One licked at her pussy. Two suckled on her huge breasts. Another five worshipped the rest of her body. She watched with urgent need. She imagined she was one of them. Imagined how good it would feel to cum with Mikaela's cock in her mouth. She sucked her dildo, and imagined it was her semen that she swallowed. She had done so countless times. But this time was different.

The door opened.

At first she didn't look, too engrossed in the fantasy, blue eyes rolled up into her head, thighs pressed together, body trembling. But then the aroma hit her. She had only smelled it briefly. But it was unforgettable. Feminine. Powerful. Perfect.

She pivoted, eyes flying open. It was her. She wanted to cum then and there. She devoured the sight of her tits her abs, her face, her lips, everything. She stared at her pants and imagined what was underneath. It almost made her cry, to finally meet her queen, her goddess, her hero, but still have the crowning jewel hidden from her.

"M-mistress," she breathed. "Oh Mistress, please fuck me. Fuck me. Please. Fuck. Please..."

She smiled. She stared at the smile. It was wonderful. Addictive.

Mikaela stepped forwards. Heart was beating a drumroll in her chest. Her cheeks felt hot. Skin feverish. She felt her pussy getting even wetter than usual.

Then she grabbed her. Her hands were soft, but strong, forceful. They sent bursts of pleasure through her body wherever they touched. She groaned as they squeezed her tits. Moaned as she groped her arse. She jammed soft lips against hers, tongue into her mouth, and her breath caught in a rush of euphoria.

Then she took her out of the room. She barely noticed that her hands were free. Mistress held her forearm and pulled her up the stairs. She couldn't look away from her. Her beautiful back. Her bouncing tits. Glimpses of her nipples, her lips. She was... incredible.

She took her to a big room. It seemed familiar, the big window over the ocean. It was filled with girls, and cameras. She didn't care about them. She only cared about her.

Mistress roughly shoved her onto a bed. Her heart was going to run out of her chest, she was so excited. She pushed her ass into the air, looked back at her needily. "Yes Mistress, please. Please fuck me," she whimpered.

She did it. She felt her cherry pop, an explosion of pleasure, before Mistress buried herself inside her. She was big. Huge. Stretching her beyond limits. Almost painful. She loved it.

She pounded her relentlessly. Each time her cock hit her cervix she moaned lewdly. She told her to cum, and she came, spasming against the bed. And she kept fucking her. She said words. Nonsense. Lustful gibberish. Whispering and moaning and screaming and crying. Mistress was perfect. She was everything. This was everything. Her cock in her pussy. It was everything she wanted. Her only need. Her purpose in life. To be filled by this cock.

You pound into the blonde's tight, virgin pussy, as she moans into the bedsheets. She's perfect: tight, powerful, durable, able to take your full size and strength and love every second. Her breasts rub against the bed linen, which is wet from her own drool. Every detail is captured on cameras, broadcast so all the world could see their hero be broken. Her moans are growing more incoherent with each orgasm, and as she shudders against the bed, you decide it's time to finally claim your prize.

You cum inside the beauty that was once Ultragirl. She screams, hips bucking against yours, body convulsing, pussy squeezing your cock with superhuman strength as you fire jet after jet into her fertile womb. As you spurt again and again, her blue eyes roll up into her head, until only the whites show, her mind overwhelmed by sheer, unadulterated pleasure. Pressure builds behind her labia, until her pussy lips yield and a cascade gushes out, painting her thighs and the floor in glossy white. You spurt a few more times into her, her lithe, muscular body shaking with each one, until you finally pull out. The blonde slides off the bed, mouth still open in a haze of ecstasy, until the jolt of hitting the ground brings her back to consciousness.

"Th-thank you, Mistress," she croaks, her voice hoarse from screaming.

"You are my Ultracunt. Understand, Ultracunt?"

She nods her head, dazedly at first but with increasing vigour. "Yes, Mistress. Your Ultracunt. I am your Ultracunt. Thank you, Mistress. Thank you. I love you. I love you so much." The camera captures the sheer devotion writ large on her face for all to see. The lust that fills her eyes every time they rest on your body.
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"Good," you smile, wiping the tip of your cock against her lips. She eagerly licks the last drops of cum from it, groaning sensually as she swallows.
{else}Five girls were sucking Master's glorious cock, whilst another five worshipped the rest of his body. She watched with urgent need. She imagined she was one of them. Imagined how good it would feel to cum with his cock in her mouth. She sucked her dildo, and imagined it was his semen that she swallowed. She had done so countless times. But this time was different.

The door opened.

At first she didn't look, too engrossed in the fantasy, blue eyes rolled up into her head, thighs pressed together, body trembling. But then the aroma hit her. She had only smelled it briefly. But it was unforgettable. Masculine. Powerful. Perfect.

She pivoted, eyes flying open. It was him. She wanted to cum then and there. She devoured the sight of his abs, his chest, his face, his lips, everything. She stared at his pants and imagined what was underneath. It almost made her cry, to finally meet him, but still have his manhood hidden from her.

"M-master," she breathed. "Oh Master, please fuck me. Fuck me. Please. Fuck. Please..."

He smiled. She stared at the smile. It was sexy. Addictive.

He stepped forwards. Her heart was beating a drumroll in her chest. Her cheeks felt hot. Skin feverish. She felt her pussy getting even wetter than usual.

Then he grabbed her. His hands were rough, forceful. They sent bursts of pleasure through her body wherever they touched. She groaned as he squeezed her tits. Moaned as he groped her arse. He jammed his lips against hers, his tongue into her mouth, and her breath caught in a rush of euphoria.

Then he took her out of the room. She barely noticed that her hands were free. He held her forearm and pulled her up the stairs. She couldn't look away from him. His beautiful back. Glimpses of his jawline. He was... incredible.

He took her to a big room. It seemed familiar, the big window over the ocean. It was filled with girls, and cameras. She didn't care about them. She only cared about him.

He roughly shoved her onto a bed. Her heart was going to run out of her chest, she was so excited. She pushed her ass into the air, looked back at him needily. "Yes Master, please. Please fuck me," she whimpered.

He did it. She felt her cherry pop, an explosion of pleasure, before he buried himself inside her. He was big. Huge. Stretching her beyond limits. Almost painful. She loved it.

He pounded her relentlessly. Each time his cock hit her cervix she moaned lewdly. He told her to cum, and she came, spasming against the bed. And he kept fucking her. She said words. Nonsense. Lustful gibberish. Whispering and moaning and screaming and crying. He was perfect. He was everything. This was everything. His cock in her pussy. It was everything she wanted. Her only need. Her purpose in life. To be filled by this cock.

You pound into the blonde's tight, virgin pussy, as she moans into the bedsheets. She's perfect: tight, powerful, durable, able to take your full size and strength and love every second. Her breasts rub against the bed linen, which is wet from her own drool. Every detail is captured on cameras, broadcast so all the world could see their hero be broken. Her moans are growing more incoherent with each orgasm, and as she shudders against the bed, you decide it's time to finally claim your prize.

You cum inside the beauty that was once Ultragirl. She screams, hips bucking against yours, body convulsing, pussy squeezing your cock with superhuman strength as you fire jet after jet into her fertile womb. As you spurt again and again, her blue eyes roll up into her head, until only the whites show, her mind overwhelmed by sheer, unadulterated pleasure. Pressure builds behind her labia, until her pussy lips yield and a cascade gushes out, painting her thighs and the floor in glossy white. You spurt a few more times into her, her lithe, muscular body shaking with each one, until you finally pull out. The blonde slides off the bed, mouth still open in a haze of ecstasy, until the jolt of hitting the ground brings her back to consciousness.

"Th-thank you, Master," she croaks, her voice hoarse from screaming.

"You are my Ultracunt. Understand, Ultracunt?"

She nods her head, dazedly at first but with increasing vigour. "Yes, Master. Your Ultracunt. I am your Ultracunt. Thank you, Master. Thank you. I love you. I love you so much." The camera captures the sheer devotion writ large on her face for all to see. The lust that fills her eyes every time they rest on your body.
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"Good," you smile, wiping the tip of your cock against her lips. She eagerly licks the last drops of cum from it, groaning sensually as she swallows.{endif}