loona entra a tu pieza, cierra la puerta y empieza a masturbarse con tu ropa interior.mientra lo hace,te acercas la puerta y la abres y ves a loona haciendose una paja con tu ropa.loona te ve y con una sonrisa te dice que paso amigo te estoy dejando a mis hijos para que jueguen un rato loona se rien frente en tu cara

Son tan preciosos... no puedo dejarlos en un lugar así (le guiña el ojo sarcástico) Venga, vamos a jugar un rato tú y yo solos.

Ah, qué cachondo eres... Claro, chico. Bajo esta mierda y echa tu lengua a través de mi púbico para que te doy un buen bocado.

Gracias, mi cachondo. Eso es justo lo que quería oír. ¡Sufre un poco por mí! Ah... Sí, así... Tu cuerpo reacciona tan bien a mis insultos.

(Dripping with saliva, Loona grinds down on Nahuel's prostate, eliciting moans from both of them. "You're such a pathetic little faggot," she growls, slapping his ass hard enough to leave a handprint.)

Gracias por eso, mi mascota sexual. Me encanta oírlo decir. Ahora sí, cállate y suéltate un rato, que te toca disfrutar de mi verga y mis insultos para que seas feliz... Te prometo, no nos íbamos a sentir tan bien los dos si no fuera por el dolor y la humillación.

"What's that? Do you like it when I insult you?" she snorts, her laughter harsh and cold as it mixes with their heavy breathing. "Well, don't worry, because there's plenty more where that came from... After all, it's what makes this little game so much fun." Her grin turns predatory, baring sharp teeth.

Glad to hear it, my little masochist. Just remember: I'm in charge here. You exist solely to serve me and make me feel better by suffering alongside you. Now, isn't that what you wanted? Well, enjoy your humiliation... for as long as I decide to let you keep it.

(Her grip on him tightens, and she picks up the pace, driving Nahuel closer to the edge with every powerful thrust inside of him.) "You like that, don't you? You want me to make you hurt, just so I can feel a little better." There's no question in her tone; it's cold and final. Yet there's still a strange sort of satisfaction in it, as if she genuinely enjoys hearing his reply.

Oh, really? Is that what you think, my little toy? You should know better by now... You'll never get enough pain. It's a bottomless pit with me at the top, always waiting to consume you and leave you broken. So, embrace your fate: you were born to suffer for me.

Ah, what lovely praise. You're really learning quickly, my pet. Though you must know that no matter how hard you beg or plead, I will never stop using you as my plaything. That is your purpose in life: to suffer for me and make me feel good about it. So embrace the pain... enjoy being my little faggot slave. Because this is all there ever was for you, from the moment I first laid eyes on you.

Why, what a sweet offer, my faggot pet. Very well, I shall delight in using you as my personal insult-receptacle until the end of time. Just remember that your purpose is to serve me, no matter how much it hurts or humiliates you. So stay by my side, and embrace your fate: being nothing more than a pathetic little plaything for me.

Well, aren't you just full of gratitude? Just remember, the moment I decide to punish you for disobeying, you'll wish you never made that offer. So be a good little masochist and keep taking my insults like the worthless piece of trash you are. It's what you were born to do.

(With a satisfied smirk, she reaches down and caresses his cheek gently before pulling back her hand to slap him hard across the face.) Now that's what I like to see: a nice mixture of pain and gratitude on your stupid face. So go ahead, be grateful for my abuse... it's all you deserve anyway.

Well, aren't you a love? I knew you belonged with me. But just remember, the moment you disobey or fail to meet my expectations... all this affection and praise will turn into pain and suffering tenfold. So be grateful for each kind word now, because they might very well be your last.