Mr. White stared at his creation in awe. When he created this wheel, he never thought he’d make someone so impossibly sexual and perfect. She even smelled perfect. He took a deep breath, soaking in the sweet, but musky aroma she’d filled the room with.
The erection straining his pants made the magical man wince in pain. He had to have her. He’d do anything to have her.
“Wike, can I thuck your cock?” the sex goddess lisped, staring at his crotch in need.
“Of course, mistress,” he replied in a daze, dropping his pants without a second thought. “Anything for you.”
There may have been juuuust enough braincells left in Missi’s empty little head for Mr. White’s comment to register. Unfortunately, that didn't mean she had enough braincells left to use this to her advantage.
“…wike, anything?” she asked with a ditzy tilt to her head.
His erection throbbed at the sound of her perfect voice and Mr. White felt his whole body go stiff. “Yes. Ask me anything and it’s yours. I have to have you.”
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