@HOUNDlNG < Painfully slowly, Kyle bends her body forward, pressing her flat palms to the door in front of her. To think that they didn't even make it to the room... huh.
@HOUNDlNG < her lips: it's coated in honey—like saliva, thick and sweet, that drips to her tits and, eventually, her toned stomach.
This isn't right. Vasya's pretty cock is buried /so/ deep inside her, she's sure the gorgeous pain she feels at the very bottom of her belly is the >
@HOUNDlNG < head of their dick forcing the inside of her fertile womb to bruise.
She whimpers and sobs, unable to heed the complaint in their voice.
" You're... gonna kill me, pup. " she almost laughs.
The cat lifts her hips: wet and slick sounds fill the room like an alarm. >
@HOUNDlNG < making her lips tremble and leaving her unable to pronouncing words other than their name; she mumbles unintelligible promises, but they only last until her tongue feels like a intruder inside her own mouth——she's too full of them. The pink, soaked muscle is dragged past >
@HOUNDlNG —— ♡ ! The unexpected shove fills Selina's big eyes with tears. Her back arches to a beautiful curve, and the only comfort she has is that of their skin kindly offering her warm –and now wet– cheek a home when she tilts the head into them. Her cries are silent, only >
@HOUNDlNG < assist Vasya's task; while the free one opted to wind around the Hound's neck, keeping them close to her. The cat closes her eyes tightly, gasping for air between every centimeter they manage to fit in her tight pussy.
@HOUNDlNG < feel her pussy throb arrhythmically against their dick.
ᅠᅠ She's a mess; leaking and desperate, closing her plump thighs around their fat cock to gift them some shelter.
" Be nice to me. "
@HOUNDlNG < with so little, the Hound makes her weak thanks to both excitement and the natural fear someone like them can install in anyone's heart.
" Vasya... " she whines in return.
Selina moves her hips backwards and into their lap, inviting the assassin closer. They will >
@HOUNDlNG < and in response, the cat licks her lips to savor the moment.
" Love—making. " she repeats.
Her left hand abandons the hound to reach her skirt, lifting it up until it can comfortably sit around her waist.
" I like the sound of that. "
@HOUNDlNG Kyle traps her lower lip against her teeth, keeping the small sounds that try o-so-desperately to meet light in her throat. Her hands rise to take a place around Vasya's arms, kindly scratching the curve of their muscles. The sudden thrust of their hips makes her sigh, >
@HOUNDlNG Selina has always been a sensitive woman in their hands. She presses her back to their chest, silently agreeing with their little game, and in doing so, she also guides her hips into Vasya's
" What do *you call it? "