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Sheepish steps clacked in high heels across the floor, highlighting the uncertainty and shakiness in Ivy's way as she pushed her ass out toward Kiran and swayed upward in a motion that she was sure was too wooden and graceless to quality as sensual. She felt herself in the most fraying, uncertain, unconfident mess of feelings she had ever faced thanks to the utter worry that consumed her, a clumsiness that made it all the more stressful and intense to be dealt this had while trying to make sense of the outrageous feelings all begging her down now.
But she made a promise, and told herself as much while she strode forward, swapping off with Camilla, who straddled Kiran's lap and pushed her ample bosom right into his face with a confidence and a certainty that Ivy only wished she could possess. In the hazy midst of all this wild indulgence came the certainty that this pleasure was something to be given up to completely, a shove into the overwhelming confidence and hunger of pleasures that were simply too intense and forceful to leave any room now for anything but total surrender.
Kiran sat on the edge of the bed, promising not to touch, his hands at his sides while the two gorgeous, stacked women took turns with Flaunting their bodies in front of him, teasing him into a fit of sweet excitement without much direction or hope of pulling himself from this spectacle. He was enthralled by all the ways they moved, by the insistence behind these sloppy attentions. It was already a treat wilder and more intense than he'd really expected from them, and what was being asked of him, a wild temptation drawing him in tighter and making him want to act with a big smile across his face, drawn into the hopeless excitement and giddy pressure of a manic delight, the ecstasy and the excitement all guiding him along and making him want to make the most of this.
Camilla wished to give her husband a special gift for Christmas, inviting Ivy along with her to tend to him. She knew the way her man liked his women; a little bit questionably sane, big-titted, royal, and purple-haired. Incredibly specific, but she was eager to bring him the exact sort of lover he needed for a special threesome, something to make him feel good and reward him. Dressed in red holiday dresses that would have been cute if they didn't have to contain their shapely forms, Ivy and Camilla happily performed a lap dance for him to start this off, an induction into the sweet and senseless smoulder of pleasures that were focused on making the moment special. It had to be over the top and amazing, something that she had the utmost confidence she could deliver now.
Camilla drew up off of Kiran, letting Ivy lean in close, moaning, "Please do not hesitate to use my breasts, please do not hesitate to hold me down and violate me, to suck on them, to wrap them around your cock, even simply to squeeze at them with all your most direct of devotions." Ivy's nervousness manifested with words. Lots of words. There was something about the delirious slide into chaos and hunger that begged her to react and ache with a need to lose her mind, the enduring, exhausting passion behind all of this leaving her hungry for more, unable to articulate anything sensible through the heat awaiting her.
Coming back in with her ass to grind on his lap, Camilla mused, "You must want to pin us down and fuck us so badly right now."
"I do," Kiran admitted, his hands squeezing at the bedding in a frustrating and hopeless attempt to contain himself. He was overcome with pure need, focused in dizzy heat on the frustrating reality of watching these women sway and move like this, delightfully lit up in motions and attentions making him want to lose himself. Control was hard to hold onto, and he felt like he was doing his best, but not very well; this was maddening to face, making him want to just give in to these overbearing desires at once and let himself succumb to the temptations therein.
Camilla drew back, taking Ivy with her, the two stepping into position with bigger, brighter smiles under the pressure and possibilities about to take them. "Then let's let you get touching," she purred, grabbing Ivy's dress and pulling it out of the way. She was determined happily to tug at her clothes and undress her. Ivy, in turn, started to do the same for Camilla, pulling at her stockings and starting at peeling the clothes away, opening up to the shameless glee and the desire building up with an incredible need to let go. Camilla bore much more confidence than Ivy, but together came something exciting and intoxicating. Their bodies were luscious, and each bit of flesh they exposed offered a sweet burst of delights and passions they were open to in growing excitement, the steadily rising insistence pushing without a shred of care for these wicked possibilities.
Kiran watched in growing excitement at the way their striptease flaunted him, a chance to continue appreciating this with growing excitement, the insistent thrill making his cock strain against his clothes in aching desire. These pleasures were all begging him in closer, indulgent and forceful under a possibility and a need making him feel better and better as he inched toward desire. The exposing of pale, soft skin and the plump, round delight offered a pleasure and a tension that continued to compel him along. He wanted so badly to roll with this, growing more hungry and hopeful while these feelings built hotter inside of him.
Fleeting touches and kisses had Camilla and Ivy getting familiar with one another, putting on a display of carnal need that Camilla promised would rile him up harder. It was no problem for Ivy, who was proud to be recognized as beautiful enough to be the surprise in such a gift, even if she had to swallow her nerves for it. Camilla had little difficulty being outwardly sexual, and Ivy tried to match that now, meeting the rise in attention and energy with a shaky confidence but a resolute need to prove herself. That meant being proud to expose her body in its full, naked, voluptuous glory. She exposed her body to Kiran's eyes, feeling the burn of his gaze and the exciting, enticing rush of pleasures keeping her wanting to give in to. The women fondled one another, eyes burning in sweet gaze right toward Kiran with a sweet desire to excitedly accept this all. The pleasures of passions and warmths that begged them to want to react and to give in, growing tirelessly fixated on his dick.
Ivy gasped, "Heavens. Even clothed, it looks so big."
"We can get up closer with it; it's even bigger." Camilla rumbled with sweet delight. "But we can't start with a blowjob this time; we need as much of his cum as possible first."
"Why is that?" Ivy asked.
"What are you planning?" Kiran asked.
Camilla cocked a hip and ran her fingers along Ivy's figure, gesturing along it in an enticing show of sweet, fawning passion. "Kiran, dear, this doe-eyed princess will need you to go all out on her. Be a dear for me, please; don't waste the fertility spell I've put on her."
"The what?" Ivy and Kiran gasped in unison.
Camilla explained, "Both Ivy and I. A spell to induce ovulation. We are fertile now, in our prime. That is my true gift to you, dear. Now, you know I will take whatever you might do to me, but you might want to pin Ivy down and use her as hard as you can before she has second thoughts. I'm certain once your cock claims her womb, she won't have a first thought."
Ivy let out a noise of writhing confusion and worry, the panicked rise of something inside her that left her terrified by the possibilities framing this. She didn't have any time to respond to what was happening in her before Kiran jumped up on top of her.
He moved with the abrupt, urgent pressure of a desire that caught her completely off guard, throwing everything into disarray for Ivy as she hit her hands and knees, shoved to the floor with Kiran getting up on top of her. She felt his cock grind against her thigh, but more intensely amid his body pressing down on her, she felt his teeth dig into the side of her neck, catching her by surprise. She let out a sound of surprise, caught out by the noise and excitement, but that response only left her even more vulnerable when his cock actually slammed into her. It was huge! Her whole body clenched up in shock as he drove forward, filling her with his dick and claiming her with mad, overbearing pleasures surging carelessly on, a boundless rush of pleasures and needs to want to throw all sense away for. The pursuit of lust offered something mad, the delight and recklessness of feelings building without a shred of care, indulging in the pleasures and the feelings of a desire too demanding to make sense of here.
Deep slams stretched out Ivy's tight pussy to force it to accept the new thickness of what was inside of her, and the poor wails she let out were all the madder for it. "It's so big!" she gasped, held tight in place under these merciless joys that carried her to want to fall apart, drowning in these molten thrills, a pleasure forcing her to need to give in to the idea of uncontrollable, ruthless passion. Her body was tightly clenched, lit up with a brilliant, joyful need to sink into this all. "Oh. Heavens. Yes. Summoner, I need you to show me. I want to feel how much you can give me; it's so remarkable, and I can--I have never been fucked this hard before. I plead for more of it, and thank you for your kindness. It is an honour to be praised alongside a woman as beautiful as Camilla."
""She talks a lot, doesn't she?" asked Camilla, leaning in to kiss at her lover while he drilled into their friend. "I'll put it into simpler words. Fuck a baby into this whore."
Kiran's hips wound up even faster at his wife's suggestion, thrashing about in quicker and hotter expressions of greed and madness. The mania that carried him along continued to rule him, a delirious, wicked lust throbbing without a care through his body and compelling him to have to keep acting without any peace or restraint, a ceaseless indulgence rushing with intoxicating frenzy across him. He was unstoppable now, fucking into Ivy with a brilliant, senseless hunger the likes of which she had absolutely no way to contain, falling harder apart under the joy of his touch, drowning in the wickedness and the passion that begged her deeper.
And all Ivy could do was take it, howling out in joy while his teeth dug into her skin, while he heaved upon her like a wild animal motivated to into her without a care. She felt like nothing but a hole for him, the smothered mess of hopeless glee drowning her out in something built on wicked, ruthless obsession. Nothing here made sense, but all of it provided such a burst of relief and desire that she didn't care. Sensation paralyzed Ivy, trapped her in things she felt powerless to make sense of, and all she wanted to do was continue to crumble for it, lost in the profound madness and chaos of a satisfaction that didn't leave her with a moment's peace. she gave in to all of it, sinking deeper, growing more lost, more hopeless, more hungry. She felt herself lost to the waves of euphoria and hunger, so passionately obsessed with what tore her apart, and all she had to do was ride with this all in confused and senseless delight, a storm of desires and confusions all feeding some central panic inside of her.
"Your cock is doing to me things I have never thought possible. Churning my thoughts, drowning me in ecstasies that--oh, please, do not ever stop, do not treat me like a normal woman again. Use me as a sexual creature, a simple gutter slut for your breaking!" Ivy's voracious calls grew needier, hotter, rapturously swept up in a mess of noise and chaos frustrating her without sense, a persistence and a heat insisting upon her the absolute madness pushing her deeper. Kiran fucked her into a state of utter submission, the throbbing ecstasies and the joys leaving her needing to fall into the throes of absolute insanity now. She fell apart in these crushing aches and the reliefs of a joy that became too much now to contain, the overbearing relief and the passion to want to really give in to. His teeth continued up at her, biting into her neck, dealing with the moment with intense frustration and a persistence drowning her out in hopeless joy.
Ivy screamed as she came, cunt squeezing down around Kiran's cock and begging him to fill her up, and through these wild joys came a spectacular, ecstatic rush of a heat to want to continue to give in to, with Kiran following this up with a creampie to fill her up and send her into spiraling ecstasy, the drowning joys that made her have to give in to the outrageous satisfaction and the greed that pushed her to the limit of dignity and control.. She felt herself falling to pieces, happily and hopelessly lost to the idea of letting go, a smothered joy to have to give in to. Kiran made sure to fill her up, to give her a nice, deep flooding with his cum and to push her t the depths of shuddering, smouldering glee with no chance to escape and no room to make sense of this all. She just crumbled. She just gave in.
And she loved it.
Camilla grabbed her husband, though, tugging him into a kiss as she grabbed at his hips. "Let her marinate in that a moment," she cooed, smothering him with her lips and then shoving her tits into his face, which prompted a harsh bite right over her cleavage, a gesture that made her shriek out in sweet joy before he picked her up and started to fuck her with a dizzying brutality, the persistence and the greed of a wild pleasure carrying him to want to go all out. He pounded into her with a standing, shameless fuck, biting hard on her tits and indulging in these wicked, relentless pleasures to have to keep giving in to all of this. It was an outrageous warmth and a push into all the most intense of pleasures, feelings to want to keep chasing with a need to lose control. There felt like nothing but the sweetest, messiest of these feelings.
Kiran said nothing as he drilled up into her, too busy making up her breasts with his teeth, letting his aggressive side out at her behest. He knew she could take it, knew whatever he did was would be met with total euphoria and glee; she was shameless about these pleasures, lost in sloppy heat and a feverish need to keep giving in, focusing on the sloppy pleasure and spectacle to need to keep embracing. It was such a fucking disaster to lose control to, mindlessly fixated on the idea of giving in with the molten embrace of absolute fever. The manic delights and the pleasures continued on with a madness and a hunger beyond control, careless joys to keep giving in to, and there felt like only the joy of losing control to guide her along into this all. It was too much, a gradual build-up of pleasures escalating in a moment of fitful and senseless warmth.
Dragging herself from the floor with cum dripping from her cunt, Ivy came up from behind Camilla, squishing her plump tits down against her back and purring, "So much stamina from your man. Is this how all of your nights go?"
"I want to knock her up," groaned Kiran, a blunt explanation for all these senseless pleasures escalating in madder shows of sweeping chaos, the hunger and the passion he wanted to keep embracing harder, giving in with molten euphoria to all of these pleasures that continued to push him along. The pleasures became such a lustful mess of sweet mania and chaos to keep giving in to, the pleasures to want to continue to embrace. Her proved his reckless intentions with wild strokes, driving his thick cock into his wife with unrelenting desire. "Then I'll get back to you."
His grip on her loosened, but not to give her mercy; his nails ran down her back, scratching along the skin and leaving it red where he threatened to break the skin, coming just short of it, but inspiring waves of a pained, intense lust that only made Camilla howl out louder. She fell apart for how rough he was, for the urgency that continued to overwhelm her. He was in rare form, so dominant and reckless, but she knew that she just had to keep receiving the pain and let it turn her on even more.
"Breed us like common whores," pleaded Camilla, each word a precision strike into the throes of this messy joy. She urged Kiran on, each moan calling to him with a rapturous aggression, channeling the pleasure with this bliss in a competent push into desires and excitements that knew no end, the pressure and persistence that continued to build in boundless frustration, a spectacular and ruthless hunger he was eager to vent out. Camilla and Ivy were a gorgeous and dangerous pair to be faced with, and Kiran threw everything he had into trying to make this work out. She was lost to the pounding, pulsating joy of having this thick cock wrecking her. She was happily laid waste to, spiraling into obsession and confusion, a maddening push that made her feel hazier, needier, lost to the boundless, fascinating greed that begged her ever deeper.
Bites marked up her tits without end, fingers dug into her ass, and all Camilla could do was take it, wailing out in fascination and ecstasy ash er cunt was ravaged by this huge cock. It was a familiar joy that built into the ugliest expression of pure need, of noise and hunger and frenzied delight pushing her to lose herself. Mindless lust ripped hard across her, the pleasures plunging her into things she felt powerless to understand, caught in the fitful crush of desire and relief all pushing her to need to lose herself. Mindless hunger swelled across her in hotter gestures of urgent and pulsating excitement. The impatience and the hunger sweeping across her brought with it all something she absolutely had to give up to, a chase into lustful confusion and mania that hit her without a care, and she was eager to give in to all of it, the drowning, smothering passions forcing her to want to lose her mind. She had no choice but to give in to it, faltering with a brilliant burst of need and sloppy ecstasy, the hungry passion sending her into a fit of total madness as she let it rule her.
A hot, sloppy creampie flooded deep into Camilla's womb, setting her off just right with a burst of sweet noise and obsession, the sort of sloppy euphoria and insanity that she could do absolutely nothing about. she gave in to these drowning possibilities, caught in the fitful reality check that ripped her to pieces, and all she wanted was to let this destroy her. Ruinous, gleeful hungers swept through her with a frenzy like nothing she'd ever felt before, and she was eager to welcome her utter demise under the joy of being used by this huge dick.
Camilla's feet sloppily fumbled back to the ground, shaking so much she had trouble standing up, trapped in these merciless aches of passion and desire. She felt lose to the desires and the needs tearing across her, an exhausting reality check that now left her reeling. She leaned against Kiran in hazy delight. "I don't think you bred me enough."
"I know I didn't," he teased, seizing his wife by the hair, then grabbing Ivy by the same, and dragging them back to the bed without warning. There was no room for sense, no time to make this better. He was eager to roll with the crushing insanity this all offered. He bent them both over the bed, gripping them by the hair as they settled in, hip to hip, and received the utter madness of his crashing hips driving balls deep into both of them. One, then the other. Didn't matter which.
The back and forth motions Kiran offered left both Ivy and Camilla wholly under his touch in a fit of mad obsession and greed. Desires escalated without sense. It was so much to give in to all at once, the tiring expressions of a sloppy euphoria and a chaos that built up within them both. His cock kept them both surprised, sticking their asses up high and letting their fertile cunts take balls-deep slams into them. His hasty efforts were a total loss of control that sent both women into fits of noise and excitement, the gleeful surge of a pleasure that pushed them to the absolute breaking point without a second's thought left in them.
Ivy's shaky return to verbose panic came on out in force. "Please, summoner. Everything. Every stroke. I want you to take me thoroughly. I need you to show me what you're capable of, to ravage me. I need every stroke. Your every drop of cum. I will accept it, be impregnated, give you the gift of a child! I will give up everything to your majestic cock and allow myself to be ravaged as your will demands!" Her body heaved in passionate, surging glee, the joyful rush of thrashing and aching in hotter expressions of glee, thrown into pleasures she had absolutely no idea how to contain, but she continued to throw herself into it regardless, drowning passions inviting her to lose control and give up to these ideas in hotter expressions of madness and hunger. She was heating up, giving in to deeper passions, finding it harder and harder to make any sense at all of this mess now.
"I'm addicted to your cock!" Camilla remained more succinct and direct, thrown into the ecstatic need to keep giving in, falling apart for the moment of senseless satisfaction and joy continuing to ruin her. She let these reckless feelings invite her to ruin, the crumbling relief and pleasure carrying her into deeper joy. She had no desire to contain these feelings, a profoundly passionate rush of desires urging her to keep giving in, exploring her way into the pleasure and accepting that she couldn’t do anything to keep giving in to this now. There was an incredible need to keep giving up to, the pressures insistent and merciless, forcing her to give up with a mindless need for more.
Kiran felt unstoppable with these two beautiful women at his control, pulling on their hair and coaxing mad howls out of them in a throbbing burst of pleasures to keep pursuing, these relentless and ruthless needs all pushing him to want more. There was no reason to behave or be careful here; everything that he did was simply begged for more of as they slammed about, as they received his cock in moaning adoration. He had everything he needed, pushing along without restraint to find the pleasure he craved, depths of desire and lust all forcing him to keep losing himself in this mess. He wanted to keep going, thunderous lusts pushing him along and keeping up a pleasure too wicked for restraint. He loved how far he could push this, how readily these ecstasies became a drowning mess that all guided him to want to lose himself. Mindless excitement and commotion pushed him to love this all deeper.
The senseless escalation into chaos and greed became imply too much to bear. Screams of mad desire filled the room as Camilla and Ivy took his cock, the steadiness of his swaps back and forth keeping them both drowning in glee and satisfaction, lost to the pleasures tugging them in all directions and inviting them to lose all sense of grounding. The uncontrollable desires pushed everything into a state of creamy madness beyond control, and all they had to do now was see it through in a push into utter madness. He had to just keep it going, had to push for all he could in a fit of sloppy excitement, so senseless and demanding, so ready to make the situation play into his hands without a care. His dominance was unmatched and the two magically fertile women spiraled into a fit of absolute madness. It was just too much, so wicked, so brutal, so demanding.
They loved it, crashing into these wicked pleasures, into the senseless thrills that made them have to accept this in full. A mess of sweet insanity sweeping across them, and all they had to do was embrace it, crumbling in a moment of weakness and passion for the idea of letting go. There was nothing left in them a they came, a sticky, gushing mess of climactic vigor making them have to accept the pleasures that pushed this into a state of maddening pleasure that sent her spiraling. It was too much, all tiring, all frustrating, all pushing the limits of decency to make for something that didn't feel real any deeper.
Kiran was happy to ride this out by giving them both something to deal with; hot groans of pure glee and greed rang out as the girls came for him. He slammed into Ivy and gave her a fresh load of cum, then did the same for his wife, pumping into their already overflowing wombs more spunk in a desperate and wild bit to keep up the breeding pressure and see how far he could take this all. It was imperative to him now that he dominate utterly, that he push with all he had and give this situation up to the depths of a pleasure she could do absolutely nothing to make sense of. He was in control. He had to be, and the flooding of their wombs was a push to assure total satisfaction and indulgence. They were unashamed in their submission, jubilant and noisy and lost to the feeling of sweet desire that brought them so deep. They loved everything Kiran gave them, left slumped in ecstasy and shaky joys, unable to contain themselves in this utter mess.
Kiran wasn't finished yet, though, grabbing hold of them and throwing Ivy on top of Camilla and dragging them around, their faces met with hews cock shoved in between them while he dug his nails into them, scratching along their backs as he groaned, "Worship it." His aggression was at its peak now, a forceful indulgence to give a moment's break in the breeding, but with the pressure certain to keep them falling deeper, these drowning euphoria demanding absolute surrender and continuing without patience or care to push this to the deep end. He was overbearing, demanding, and he continued without a shred of shame, pushing carelessly into this and finding the pleasure he craved with each shove along, unstoppably fixated on the breakdown ravaging her so completely. He held them too tightly while his cock forced its way between them.
Btu they were ready now, their mouths eagerly opening up, tongues fawning over a cock drenched in their juices. Ivy was amazed by how readily and eagerly she gave in to this all, shoved in tight against his dick and loving the idea of losing control in a fit of continued adoration, the smouldering greed and obsession leaving her to crumble. She and Camilla had ample reason to offer up to Kiran a sloppy show of adoration, to love his cock every which way for what he'd done for them and to them, and there was simply nothing left but absolute joy in this all, a mess to continue appreciating without a moment's calm. The pleasure was so bright, so wild, so intensely molten while she welcomed the idea of such absolute surrender.
Licking from different angles against his cock and giving in to these molten lusts offered up something unrestrained, wicked, building without a care in the name of exploring into these depths, accepting the molten embrace and confusion now of something only getting wilder. Messy thrills and throbs of his dick kept them active and excitable, unable to get a good read on anything happening but feeling the mad delights push them to be better, wilder, needier. Extreme slides into confusion and lust left them giving up hotter to these endless needs. Their pussies were still aching for more and they found it impossible to resist the allure of his dick begging them on. It was simply too much to make sense of and in this beautiful moment of unreason and confusion was a pleasure that senselessly demanded their everything.
It was Camilla who fully took it into her mouth first; she was reckless and hungry about the mad shove forward, the slide to guzzle down his cock and moan around it, slurping in total glee and passion through the mindlessness and the joy of giving in, the pleasures that continued to beg her deeper along. She was eager to slurp him down, moaning around his cock, eyes going cross as she savoured it, digging her nails into Ivy and pulling her in.. .Ivy licked and kissed along his balls to try and keep pace and add something to this mess, the dizzying and spectacular joy behind all of this offering up something that knew no end, carelessly fulfilling her with a need to spiral out of control, loving every second of the needs aching through her now. She was happy to give in to all of it, eager to allow herself this moment to crumble into a fit of delight, and all she understood was the joy of giving up.
Ivy got her turn at sucking him down, though; she felt herself lost in a slightly more overt struggle of frustration and frenzy than he did, but the commitment remained tense, a pleasure she shoved on with in a dizzying need to fall apart. She felt powerless here, drowning in the lusts taking her, feeling herself caught up in the feelings of need and chaos she had no idea how to manage, but she had Camilla there. "Suck it down, choke on it, be the nastiest little whore for your summoner that he's ever seen."
"Gluk gluk gluk," felt like brevity from Ivy after all she'd been rattling on about, struggling and choking in a dizzy storm that continued to ruin her, plunging her into the tiring strain of bliss and need to continue to be ruled by. She gave up to all of it, finding it impossible to understand these joys a moment further, and she knew she had to just accept that she was lost now, falling apart and loving the earnest moment of surrender aching through her. She needed more of it, craved the idea of letting herself go, and all she wanted was to allow this wreckage to defile her. She trusted Kiran and loved his cock, a combination that primed her just right to lose herself.
"Both of you, fucking take it," he groaned, ripping them apart, tugging their heads off the edge of the bed and swabbing the backs of their throats with his dick, feeling better and greedier as he made a mess of these pleasures. Feelings of ruthless depravity continued to urge him along, the continued ruin and recklessness that didn't leave her feeling anything but crushing glee. she needed more of it, moaning in a drowning, smothering burst of pleasures beyond their control. Both women reveled in this maddening pleasure with a strange and enticing need to keep adoring his cock.
They let him swap back and forth, ramming down their throats, cramming into both of them with a fitful rush of all the most reckless and ruthless of joys. It was pleasure beyond restraint and it continued to build with the senseless and sinful pressure made to make her crumble. Being untied in this mess offered an opportunity beyond reason, one where all they ha to do was give in to this and accept the throbbing, senseless joy that hit them, excessive in ways that continued to defy sense. Their licking and sucking and choking was an offer of love, and Kiran continued to take every drop of that love he could.
He had drops of love to give them too, though, and when he pulled back with a hard groan, it was a mess for both of them to appreciate. Ivy and Camilla reveled in the hot eruption of his cum, a messy facial for them to share as he proved just how intense he could get. They waited to receive every drop of it before turning to one another and sloppily kissing each other, sharing his cum in their moment of downtime, reveling in the sticky, salty mess they earned. It was a wonderful ending to this sloppy euphoria. They made it eagerly, lingering there, both unable to look away from the still-hard, looming threat of Kiran's cock begging them still for more. They kissed on, coy, hungry, waiting for him to separate them or take charge, almost defiant in how they wanted him to be the one to jump onto them with his tireless cock and resume the breeding frenzy.
He didn't take long to get back into it. There was no way he could waste the precious, fertile moments of Camilla's spell, after all. He had two babies to pump these women full of as his wonderful gift for the holidays.