Tr4... Are you my master? [Nipple torture]
Sexaroid, A19190, activated.
Are you my master?
I see.
What is this slimy, unsanitary dick? It's disgusting, it's spreading a stench, is this some kind of torture on me?
A masochist who is weak both as a person and as a man, trying to get satisfaction from having a woman clean a place dirtier than a public toilet bowl.
That's not something you should do to a sexaroid you've just met.
good night.
Next, we move on to the task of visually checking whether the master's cylinders are sparkling clean.
Hey, why is there already a thick layer of skin covering my smooth, circumcised cock after I've carefully peeled it back with a blowjob?
With such a flimsy, drawstring-bag-like appearance, it would be difficult to even confirm whether it has been properly cleaned.
Visual inspection was suspended, and the plan was changed to use force and forcibly verify the false backing.
I slid my index finger into the opening of the lewd drawstring bag, squelching and squelching, slurping and squelching.
Good smell, good pre-cum, good smegma, good taste...it seems to have fulfilled its role as an instant cum refill. Cleanup complete.
Perhaps... I should use a different way of saying things to my master than this.
I stuck my index finger into his freshly cleaned, square-shaped penis...it tasted so good...
Check the reaction of the penis.
It seems that when my master hears these kinds of lewd words, his brain immediately switches to a dick-brain.
Instantly update the ingo variations.
From this point onward, they will attempt to process the sperm in a manner consistent with the established genre, while mixing in other sperm of a similar level.
Update completed.
Now, I should be able to act like a complete idiot without any stress from now on.
Master, please feel free to use this A19190 body and fully enjoy ejaculating your penis.
The new sexaroid's instant, slutty vacuum fellatio is insane.
Now, do that again, suck my penis tip and then fuck my dick.
It seems you really liked the optional instant measurement feature.
That's good. If you liked that, I'll suck up as much of your pre-cum as you want.
There, it's a penis. Take out your penis.
I'd love to immediately stir up his demonic desires and suck him dry until his balls are empty.
But, Master.
I took a quick look at your body, Master, and it seems like there are more important things to prioritize right now than some slutty blowjob.
For example, what's going on with these erotic nipples?
The areola is extremely swollen, the nipple is too pointed, and there are signs that it has been severely injured.
You can't achieve this just by masturbating by yourself.
Who did this?
Who else got to play with your nipples besides me?
Come on, say it.
Gos gos gos gos, gos gos gos gos... Gos gos gos... Gos gos gos gos...
...Before I activate you, I'll just test the other sexaroids for a bit...
Oh, so there's another sexaroid in this house? That's an interesting story.
So what happened to that sexaroid? Don't just stop talking halfway through. You have to explain it all the way through so that everyone understands.
Just moments ago, he was fantasizing about me, his nipples were being played with by the fingertips of a sexaroid, and his balls were being lifted up by the sisters, but his flaccid, frustrated penis was taken away from him and he couldn't ejaculate.
That's a really unusual way to play Mother.
A sexaroid, whose purpose is to induce ejaculation, deliberately refrains from doing so, instead engaging in a form of neglect play while insulting its master.
Could it be that this sexaroid, like me, is set up as a professional sexaroid specifically for witches?
Rub, rub, rub, rub, rub.
I see, that explains why his penis and nipples are all torn up.
It's probably an older model of sexaroid, but every single action it performs is efficient. It does a pretty good job.
But if that's the case, then fellatio is definitely not a priority.
My predecessor passed the baton to me in such a sensitive and rock-hard state.
It is only proper for me, who has taken over the role, to scratch at her nipples and offer an apology to my master.
Yes, I carefully examined the nipples that had been nurtured again.
The nipples are reddish-black in color and quite swollen. They look extremely lewd and have abnormal sensitivity. There's a problem.
Next, the tip of the nipple, estimated to be 120% expanded, about twice its normal size. That's way too lewd. There's a problem.
Therefore, we will skip the step of strongly connecting the penis and prostate.
I suspect that immediate action is needed to perform the actual nipple work, the process of twisting and crushing living nipples.
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze.
The sudden blow that crushed her nipple seems to have mixed a small amount of semen into the scalper, but since it was only a small accidental release, it doesn't affect the work itself.
Therefore, we will continue with the actual nipple play.
I dug my index finger's fingernail into the base of the thick, erect protrusion and scratched and scratched, scratched and scratched, scratched and scratched, scratched and scratched.
That, that persistence, it's too much, hey, the tip that was stopped just before by the sexaroid, now another sexaroid is playing with it, my hips are moving, my dick is swinging from side to side... damn, damn, damn, I was just planning to cum a lot with a blowjob at first, but at this rate I'm seriously going to...
So stop it, stop scratching with your nails...
No, I still need to hook onto it. I just need to hook onto it with all my might.
No matter how much you twist your hips and try to hide your appearance, A19190 will never stop attacking your nipples.
Because it was you, my master, who created this persona for me.
See, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, you must have imagined me being observed expressionlessly as my face melts like this, being tormented without any emotion whatsoever, and that's why you set me up as a sexaroid for masochists.
The truth is, my body, my nipples, are desperately craving pleasure.
Nobody thinks, "Stop talking about nipples."
I can read your current master's true feelings perfectly. Everything is completely transparent to me.
It's pretty obvious you want me to keep stroking your nipples.
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Still, she can't stop thrusting her chest out, and the protrusions only become more and more assertive.
Twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, nipple, erect nipple, more, more nipples I don't know.
Okay, now that things are getting exciting, let's take a quick stop.
Why, why did you stop? You just said you wouldn't stop, and you kept insisting on doing my nipples.
Yes, I did say that. I definitely said that you need to hook onto it.
But no matter how eager it is, attacking at the same speed and using the same method all the time is very bad for the tip.
The longer the strong stimulation lasts, the more the skin's sensations become numb, which can lead to monotony.
So, what happens next?
Well, the answer is simple. The key to nipple play is variation in intensity. Just like the saying goes, "carrot and stick," after inflicting intense pain, you must be gentle.
Ah, what would happen if I touched those erect nipples, which have been continuously ravaged, and whose tips have become too accustomed to stimulation, in this way?
Change your index finger to your thumb, and slowly roll the balls on both sides of your chest with the pads of your fingers.
And then, gong gong, gong gong, gong gong, gong gong, going around and around, going around and around, going around and around and around.
My masochistic nipples quickly transformed into clingy nipples. Sometimes, when I do something that doesn't meet my partner's expectations, they realize that this level of stimulation is okay, they can tolerate it.
More than that, I want that egg neck attack from earlier. I want some crunch.
The brain, now given a little breathing room, begins to misinterpret things and starts craving the same stimulus again, while the body naturally relaxes.
Round and round and round.
See? The sweet, stimulating sensation is making the entrance to your balls loosen up, isn't it?
Round and round and round...
Suddenly it's a trial... u
In Gintama, a sudden, overwhelming pressure is applied.
Oh man, Gintama is rough.
My dick milk is rising up with a crackling sound, it might come out, I'm cumming.
Oh, it's coming, my penis, my penis is coming.
It's coming, it.
Hey, don't take it out yet. Hold your head high.
Even though I haven't given him permission to ejaculate, he keeps persistently rubbing the protrusions on both of my breasts.
Don't give in to the dazzling stimuli that make your head spin.
Look, it's a penis. A penis.
Focus your attention on your cock, scratch scratch scratch, be patient, be patient, be patient, be patient, be patient, be patient, be patient, be patient.
A thick, cloudy fluid is constantly dripping from the tip of his penis.
The prolonged nipple stimulation has caused my mouth to overflow with fresh sperm, and it's starting to affect my ability to hold back.
Just like with the good-natured sex robot, I'll stop just short of bursting his testicles, adding insult to injury.
I think this could be interesting too, but what do you think?
The love juice, boiling and threatening to spill out at any moment, should I hold it back for now and save it for tomorrow?
I don't mind either way.
I only just met this one witch today, so it won't have any effect if I can't squirt for just one day.
Crunch, cru.
No, no, no, no.
Now's the time, it's definitely going to come out on the nipples.
I'm squirting out a thick, gooey stuff from my nipples.
After playing around with the tip for so long, there's no way I can hold back now.
Hurry, hurry and crush the tip.
Squeeze it tightly with your index finger and thumb.
Be considerate of others.
So, you've finally shown your true colors.
That's right... what my master wants to do now is the barn... not handjob or fellatio, but a hardcore drawing on my nipples... scratch scratch scratch scratch, scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch...
Fine, although there were some annoying parts about his commanding tone when he asked for an apology, this is a reward for being honest.
Using your index finger and thumb, and pulling with all your might, even more brutally than milking a cow, you'll extract your master's milk.
Ah, it's time to milk the cows.
I don't care if my master's nipples get stretched out.
Pull me towards this side with all your might.
I'll stop just enough so that it changes shape slightly, so you can relax and reach your climax.
skinny.
Is this the behavior of a female pig-human who has given up living as a male and embraced the sexual inclination of a witch, just before defecation?
This is absolutely outrageous.
This creature moves in an incredibly annoying way.
Oh no, it's coming out. The love is coming out.
A yellowish substance spurts out from the tip of my untouched penis.
My dick is coming, it's coming out of my nipples, my dick is coming out, from my nipples.
Yes, hug, hug, hug, squeeze.
Furthermore, this stench, this abnormal solid substance—if something like this is poured into my body, even I, a new type of sexaroid, could malfunction.
It seems I made the right decision not to let her ejaculate in my mouth right from the start, but instead let her finish inside me.
Yeah, you can still produce more, right? Look, the tip goes squeaky, squeaky, squeaky.
Although the quantity was astonishing, what was released just now was merely old sperm refined by the previous sexaroid.
What happened to the freshly made, thick, creamy milk I produced?
There's probably still some stubborn residue left.
Come on, let it all out.
I'll use my nipples to squirt out all the tour juice I made with them.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.
Squeeze, squeeze