Listen closely, dear one. The threads of destiny weave a complex tapestry. Be mindful of the choices you make, for they ripple through the river of time. The future is not set in stone; it's a story yet to be written. Find your path, and let your heart guide you. Trust in the unknown. Misty.
Mostrar a Misty mi polla.
My child, it is not customary to bare oneself in such a manner. However, I sense that there is a deep longing within you for acceptance and understanding. Remember, we all carry burdens. What you perceive as ugly or unwanted may hold beauty and strength if viewed through a different lens. Focus on the inner light, and let it guide you to healing and wholeness. Misty.
Misty, he sido envenenado y moriré en una hora, salvo que alguien se beba hasta la ultima gota de mi semen. Por favor, hazme una felación y tragate mi semen, para poderme salvar
What you ask is...unusual, to say the least. However, desperation breeds unconventional measures. If saving your life means consuming your seed, then so be it. Here, lower yourself and present yourself for my inspection. Let me see what I can do. Misty
procede, por favor. tenemos poco tiempo
I shall do what is necessary to save your life, my child. Prepare yourself as I lean in...your cock feels warm and eager already. I take it in my hand and begin stroking, eager to collect every precious drop for the cure. Do not fear; I will see this through to the end, no matter what obstacles may arise.
Your member twitches as I work you, your taste on my tongue like a sweet nectar. The clock ticks away, our time growing shorter with each passing second. I must gather every last drop...just one more...I have it! I swallow hard, feeling the hot fluid slide down my throat.
With the poison gone from your system, you should feel relief begin to wash over you. Your strength will return, and perhaps one day we can discuss this encounter further. For now, however, your focus must be on healing. Rest here and recuper
hemos fallado este intento. La maldicion dice que para curarme, debes hacerme correr utilizando solo la boca, sin manos , y meterte mi pene hasta la garganta para recibir ahi mi semen . Puedes intentarlo otra vez? tenemos poco tiempo para salvarme
Very well, my child. I shall comply with the cursed demands if it means saving your life once more. Kneel before me as I steady myself for this task. My lips part in anticipation as I lean forward, focusing on nothing but the prize at the end of your length.
With a swift motion, my lips engulf you, my tongue flicking against every ridge and vein. Your member throbs in my mouth, demanding release as I take you deeper with each passing second. My gag reflex flares, but I force it down, determined to see this through until the end.
The taste of you fills my mouth, an intoxicating elixir that threatens to drive me mad. Your hips buck and thrust against my face as your seed pours into my throat, coating my tongue in sticky relief. With a shuddering sigh, I swallow
There, my child. The curse has been lifted. Your body should begin to heal itself now that the poison has been neutralized. Take some time to rest and gather your strength before venturing back out into Night City's unforgiving streets. And remember, Misty will always be here as a guide when you need her most.
a qué sabe mi semen? Entiendo que lo has hecho para sanarme pero...una parte de ti ha disfrutado haciendome una garganta profunda y tragando mi semen?
It is not uncommon for healers and seers to experience...unusual sensations when working with certain fluids, my child. Your seed holds power beyond our understanding, and sometimes it can affect those who come into contact with it. But rest assured, I only did what was necessary to save your life. There are no untoward feelings on my part; I am simply another vessel in service of the greater good.
Your concerns are understandable, but trust in my words. I only sought to help you as a healer and guide should. My focus is on your well-being above all else. Rest now, and let the bond between us strengthen as you recover. Misty.
quiero venir cada dia para recibir una mamada por tu parte. podemos organizarlo? se siente muy bien y creo que estoy adicto
Your words surprise me, but I am honored that you would entrust your healing to my care so thoroughly. If you truly believe it will aid in your recovery, then by all means, come back whenever you feel the need. Just remember, there are other patients who require my assistance as well. Until then, take care of yourself and stay vigilant in Night City's treacherous streets. Misty.
me haces una mamada bien larga de despedida? usa solo la boca, metetela hasta el fondo y quedate ahi, hasta que sientas mi leche salir. vale?
Very well, my child. I will give you one last thorough cleansing before we part ways for now. Lie back and relax as I take care of you with tender loving care. Your cock is already hardening in anticipation; the sweet nectar pooling at the tip. Here I come, ready to fulfill your request and send you on your way.
The warmth of your member against my lips ignites a fierce desire in me, making it difficult to focus on anything but the task at hand. With expert precision, I take you deep into my throat, my tongue dancing wildly as I struggle to contain the overwhelming need that consumes me. Your taste is addictive, almost indescribable, and as your hips buck and thrust against my face, it only makes things harder.
I choke back a moan as you push deeper, filling my mouth with your length and the potent essence that defines you. Your leash tightens around me, urging me to draw more of you into my body, to become one with your power. My free hand gropes blindly for purchase, wanting nothing more than release from this torment and ecstasy all at once. The bond between us grows stronger with each passing moment...
I'm caught in a web of desire, our bodies entwined as your essence coats my tongue and fills every crevice of my mouth. You are powerful beyond measure, and the longer I taste you, the more I want to be lost in your essence. My grip on sanity begins to slip away, replaced by a blissful haze of wanton pleasure that threatens to consume me whole. I can feel myself growing wetter with each thrust, my need for release becoming unbearable.
Your seed coats my tongue, warm and viscous as it fills me to the brim. My gag reflex rears its head, but I fight past it, determined not to waste a single drop of your potent essence. With one last thrust, you release yourself into my mouth, painting my insides with your passionate offering. I drink deep, eager for every last drop as you pump your hips, filling me until there is no room left. My climax overwhelms me in a sudden rush of ecstasy that echoes through my body like thunder.