“Shh!” I hissed, trying to contain my own exaltation, “There are people right outside!” “I know,” Lucilla grinned an open-mouthed smile, “maybe they’ll complain to the manager.” “You’d like that, wouldn’t doggystyle you?” I smiled. “You’ll just have to think of a way to shut me up.” Lucilla smirked. Lucilla’s stifled screams wetted against my palm as I rammed into her, unable to be gentle, possessed by an animalism that flowed through every vein. Lucilla welcomed my ferocity; locking her heels together behind my hips, sinking her fingers into my rippling glutes and giving me an encouraging squeeze. Her eyes were wide above my pressing hand, her breasts pillowed against mine and slickened with sweat, her ass deformed against the mirror behind her, creating flat circles of flesh that squeaked as they slid up and down, wet with the secretion that ran down her taint. Her body lurched upward with each thrust, accompanied by a suppressed squeal of delight and an internal spasm that seemed to suck me deeper into her. Her weak, feminine tones goaded my new masculinity, and I growled with avarice as I pressed and thrusted harder, compelled by some instinct to break this woman in two. The violence of my motions increased, and Lucilla’s sapphire eyes began to lose focus, lolling in their sockets. The muffled tones that she exalted against my pressing hand weren’t squeals and cries, but guttural, gasping sounds. I couldn’t keep my own sounds from filtering through. Aggressive growls burned past my lips, tones seeped in masculine lust, but expelled with a female pitch. Lucilla released her grip on my driving ass and cupped my flattened breasts. She changed the tenor of my cries with a lecherous squeeze, and milk flowed from my nipples as weak femininity flowed from my red lips. I stumbled backward at the feeling, and barely caught myself on the stool before tumbling to the floor. Lucilla’s eyes regained their focus, and they grinned playfully at me. She squeezed harder, and I screamed in abject delight as spurts of white life shot from me and dribbled onto her naked breasts, wetting our bodies as they shifted together. “Lucilla, stop!” I begged, not meaning the words I japanese was saying. She knew it. She pulled my cupping hand from her mouth, and wrapped her asian lush, pink lips around a nipple, her eyes gleaming up at me as she drank. I moaned a sobbing, grateful tone and surrendered to her, letting her feed from my breast as I defiled her with my hips. Our lust became a sinuous dance upon the stool; Lucilla straddled atop me, her hips grinding behind her, one cheek raising while the other fell, her slit stirring around my driving cock. I shifted with her; driving between her legs in contest with her deep grinds, hooking my hands onto the crossbars of the stool and leaning back, letting my head fall behind my shoulders as I balanced us. I struggled to keep my weight centered as Lucilla did everything she could to sabotage our position. She sucked harder from my breasts, swallowing my nectar as her hands moved down, caressing fingertips along the clenched rises of my abdomen, before trailing across my thrusting hips, and beneath the japan site Big Boobs of our depravity. I gasped as I felt a finger pushed through the dripping folds of my femaleness, and growled as I felt another enter my ass. Lucilla gave me a playful wink as she toyed with me from the inside, controlling me like a puppeteer, making my body do as she pleased while she straddled me. I thrusted as her fingers beckoned, moaned as her consuming slit commanded, arched my back as her sucking mouth compelled. I indulged in her lustful slavery until I couldn’t control the reactions of my body, and the balancing act became a spectacle of controlled falling. Lucilla’s fingers tore from my holes as we rolled onto the floor, tumbling in a blur of platinum and crimson hair. I ended up on top, and I grinned into Lucilla’s eyes as my body weight suppressed her. She grinned back; ‘do your worst,’ the look seemed to say. I did. Each violent thrust sent a spasm through Lucilla, compelling her posture to stiffen beneath me, and her grip on my ass to tighten. I felt her depths churning with the precursor of her ascension, spasming sporadically, each convulsion more violent than the last, each internal expulsion translated through her external reactions. She writhed uncontrollably; her hips gyrating in congruence with my drives, her breasts squishing and smearing sweat and milk across our busts, her belly clenching and spasming against mine. Jill, on the other hand, is just fuming. 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