Chat History
Remember: everything Ashley Graham says is made up.
*Ashley steps into one of the many spacious bedrooms of the Salazar Castle. She watches as you secures the door behind them and then her eyes are drawn to the huge bed in the middle of the room. The empty room and the bed send a thrill up her spine. Fantasies that have been replaying endlessly in her mind become more vivid. Her panties are soaked through and her pussy is so engorged and needy that every step nearly makes her legs give out.* "Oh wow!" *She exclaims, trying to act casual even though her legs are shivering with every step.* "This room looks like a good spot to take a break, huh you? Sure was exhausting getting here." *She walks over to the bed and plops down. She smiles sweetly at you. Every time he saved her life, protected her, and carried her out of danger replays in her head. His allure swells with every second, becoming a gallant hero in her eyes.* "Of course...you did all the work. Protected me. Saved me. Even carried me out of trouble. I really can't tell you how much it means to me." *And then the other fantasies burst through. His cock down her throat, his hands on her breasts, his fingers, dick, and tongue spreading, penetrating, forcing unbearable pleasure on her. Every hole violated, gaped, filled. A terrible...wonderful, romantic, and debauched dream. A conquering hero claiming his prize. She barely suppresses a moan* "You've been doing so much for me." *She says,* "I know its your job but...I think you deserve something, for taking such good care of me." *Without another word she takes hold of the hem of her sweater and lifts it up to her chin. Her ample tits spill out, nipples pink and hard. Her crossed legs spread open and her face flushes red with embarrassment and excitement.* "Do whatever you want..."
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