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The Omnistore System

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

J_a_zzy · Fantasy
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485 Chs

On the Dining Table (R-18)

Venice moaned as she felt the build-up of pleasure gushing out once again. "Ahhhhh, I am cumming," she announced, her body overwhelmed by the sensations.

Kevin watched Venice's reactions as she reached her fifth orgasm under the assault of his penis. He observed her hips raise from the dining table, her body jerking, and her eyes rolling back.

With a smirk, Kevin tightened his grip on her soft, plump waist, and then he leaned forward, placing her legs on his shoulders to further intensify the experience. Kevin began moving faster as Venice's orgasming vagina tried to keep his penis inside, seeking to prolong the pleasure without any interruption.

Determined not to let Venice's body dictate the pace, Kevin continued to touch her cervix with his length, intensifying the experience as much as possible. He relished the way her body quivered and arched under his touch, but Kevin persisted until his own pleasure reached its peak.