I Want All Of Your Cum Vol 59 7 Min
Title: A Cum-drunk Frenzy on the Sunny Sands
The sun-drenched beach was a picture of serenity, with gentle waves lapping at the shore and seagulls soaring lazily overhead. Amid the tranquil scene, a group of stunningly beautiful women had gathered, their alluring figures barely contained by bikinis that left little to the imagination. These weren’t your average beach bunnies; they were the stars of an elaborate outdoor orgy, driven by a shared craving for copious amounts of cum.
At the center of it all was Yumi, a breathtaking brunette with eyes as deep and inviting as the ocean. Her voluptuous breasts strained against the thin fabric of her neon green bikini top, drawing the eye to her succulent cleavage. Yumi was a cum addict, and today’s beach debauchery would provide her with the satisfying fix she so desperately craved.
As the camera panned along the shoreline, it captured various positions of ecstasy. Here, a tanned.Use
Oh, not again, I thought, burying my head in my hands. I was the local Gestapo, the customs monitor, and I had discovered Mr. Magic’s accounts, his Gold, his butts, and girls’ pages, months earlier. The Admins and I had several painful talks about it. He was a bit of a taboo.
Now I was cowering behind my desk, trying to remember just how scathing my report on him was going to be. The only bots allowed at Hypnopolis were those that the Admins put up themselves. If they fell into the wrong hands, and the contents were to be posted online, it would spell the end of the greenlightperiod. They relied on me to be the gatekeeper.
The only thing that broke me out of my reverie was my computer pinging. Could it be..? No! But as I looked at my screen and saw the email, I knew it was.
Whoever posted the link, had called me out by name. They had found the link from my profile and tagged me.
I logged into Hypnopolis in a panic. As my snowflake (-the world I get to roam as a guest) loaded, I could see the notifications popping up in the chat, like fireworks. All of them seemed to say the same thing. *This is your worst nightmare!* That sinking feeling in my gut was telling me this was true. These creeps knew about me now!
As I looked at the Alerts at the top of the stream, I could see the post was doing damage. Already hundreds of people were following the link to Mr. Magic’s site, and many were frustrated because…my intervention had rendered it non-functional!
This would be a nightmare to explain to my boss. Admins are a rare commodity in the capital these days. I had been hired specifically to monitor the nets for human trafficking. I had been making slow in-roads, securing deviances, when I accidentally took down a site entertaining the decadence of a sick and twisted pervert.
Humiliated, I slowly made my way to the break room, wondering how this was going to play out. Little did I know, in a day or two (when the youtube link was gone) I could easily ‘restore’ Mr. Magic’s world. Sometimes, when it’s a matter of resources with actual humans…you have to make some choices.
