Makima Pose Novels & Stories

“God-damn, can't you see how I hold this? You even put your body in a terrible position. My caddie flinched at my word. Machado just looks at me with puppy eyes. “For God forsaken, I hate this!” I stepped behind him, placed my hands on his waist to position him. He gets it. My hands move to his hands to adjust his grips. Excellent,” I say, glancing at him. Our faces were closer. I backed away Swiftly. This is going to blow up the Internet.

"Uhhh... Just sit back and enjoy, I'll do all the work. Oowwh!" "Sure, no problem, Emma," Makoto shrugged as he replied. "But ride me reverse cowgirl, okay? I wanna see this big juicy ass bounce on my cock!" Smiling genially, the handsome teenager withdrew his butt-cramming shaft from Emma's fabulous ass, chuckling to himself as his overswollen glans vacated her clingy little orifice with a lewd sucking plop. Then, sitting down on the couch, he grabbed his enormous boner at the base with both hands and held it up straight like a meaty totem pole, primed to fill his gorgeous teacher's ass. Hazy and with her legs trembling, Emma took a couple of seconds to breathe deeply and gather herself bef

Enjoyed watching everything I did. "Sit on the ground. Bring up your knees to your chest but leave a space between them." Maverick instructed. Slowly, I slid to the ground and did as told. "Good girl." Ciaran encouraged. I could feel my nipples harden against the thin material covering my chest. "Now open your legs wide enough that another body can fit in the gap." Once again, I did as told.

I was ready to take her again, she was so fucking pretty in her submissive pose. "When I tell you to go to the playroom, and don't specify, this is the pose you should always greet me with. Now, the humble pose is like a low bow. It starts in the nadu position. Please lean forward on your hands, ass up, head down. Breasts touch the floor. Both hands are on the floor in front of you, resting on the floor above your head. Yes, just like that. Raise your ass so your thighs are straight up and down." I grabbed my junk to relieve the pressure, I was getting distracted again. "Sweet girl, you don't know what you are doing to me. We are going to play."

A small hop had me hanging from the frame by my fingertips. “What on earth are you doing?” Kiara asked. “Makya has a board set up by the barn that we use to train for rock climbing.” I pulled my chin up to the frame and slowly lowered myself. “It’s a great way to do pull-ups in a limited area and also trains your fingers to grip small ledges.” I continued the exercise as my muscles screamed at me. I REALLY needed to do this more often. After ten reps, I dropped to the floor, panting. “Your turn.”

He leaned down, sucking hard on my nipples while driving into me. “Too deep— Grandpa!” I sobbed, tears already forming. He only fucked me harder. My legs shook violently. Another orgasm ripped through me and I screamed, squirting around his thick cock. He didn’t stop, pounding me through it until my vision blurred. Uncle Marcus took over next. He chose Bridge. I formed the bridge pose — hips lifted high on my feet and shoulders. He knelt between my spread legs and slammed into my pussy. The position made everything feel tighter and more intense. Gravity helped him drive straight down into me.

I was. Finally, the full offering pose. Forearms on the furs, forehead pressed down, hips tilted impossibly high, thighs spread to their limit. My ass was presented shamelessly, cheeks parted by the angle. My hole winked and fluttered continuously, slick pouring out in visible, wet trails. My cock pressed hard against my abdomen, twitching with every frantic heartbeat. The scouts leaned in slightly, their gazes devouring the shameless display without shame.

Above it, a wide dome glowed with neural sensors that would connect straight to my link. Kai led me over and helped me climb onto the machine. The seat was warm and shaped to tilt my hips up. He fastened thick cuffs around my ankles, spreading my legs wide and locking them in place so my pussy and ass stayed completely open. He pulled my arms back and strapped my wrists high above my head, arching my back so my breasts pushed out. A wide belt went across my waist to hold my lower body still. I could not move more than an inch in any direction.

The obesse man was yelling at someone I couldn't see. He took the clamps and pinned the freshly cut, open and peeled off, flaps of flesh to the metal table's sides. What the fuck was happening. "Like what you see...?" The man looks at me with a proud smile on his face. "Be a good girl and stay quite will you. No more outbursts from you or she will be the one watching you under the knife. " His voice says smugly, making the bile rise up in my throat.

Not now. That’s when it hit me. An idea so ridiculous it just might work. “How about this,” I said, turning to Sienna. “For the next pose, he kneels at my feet while I stand over him. Something… unconventional.” Sienna’s face lit up. “I love it!” I turned to Nate, his jaw tightened his earlier grin nowhere to be found. my sweetest smile in place. “Unless you want to quit now.”