General RP The Occultist Club's Stud (Crow)

He blushed. "every single ghost visit...i-i-...was fucking this doll like a wild animal. Using you to masturbate....i- didn't know.the first time. But...I couldn't stop using it afterwards. It-its magic- was so strong." He said as he pumped the doll up and down on his cock moving at a slow, firm pace.
 
"I-i have a stress problem abd a cope with it...with -using a sex sleeve- I think the doll-c-cursed me or attuned to me-" he said as sge glared atvhim...much to his self shame, both of them felt him get a bit harder inside ofvthe doll. He thrusted inti it harder, his cock vanishing deeper as he thrusted up into it.
 
(XD i figured! It worked tho)

Owen shivered as she said she was furious, terror rippling through him, abd shame....and a spoonful of lust. God he was so fucked up. Why did he get off on her glaring and getting mad. He turned himself towards her, pushing the doll, holding it down on the couch, his presence pinning Gwen down as he start trusting faster and faster, rutting it roughly as he tried make it faster for her.
 
He moaned as she urged him on, his thrusts on doll striking deep, his tip stroking her womb as he forced a kiss on her. Jabbing his tongue inti her mouth as his hands roamed her, grabbing her body, abd exploring her curves. "Ill- do - anything-" he mumbled inti her mouth.
 

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