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Eggplant 5
🕑 Added 2020-07-25 19:53:18 +0000 UTC
“Are you going… to touch yourself?” Cass asked smugly. “Make yourself come… like you wish I would do?”
Steph wheeled on her. “Fuck you, Cass! I didn’t ask for you to turn me into some weirdo freak who gets off on your freaky dick!”
Cass reared back in surprise. “Couldn’t let you… stay with Tim. Keep being… unsatisfied…”
“Yes, you could’ve!” Steph roared. “You really could’ve! I’m leaving!”
“Then do it… on your hands and knees… like the bitch you are!”
“I’m not your bitch!”
“Then why does your breath… smell like… my cock?”
Steph charged Cass. “You are such a little—”
It was like trying to attack a shadow. Cass simply wasn’t there; instead of hitting her, Steph somersaulted through the air, landing on her back on the bed, her robe slipping off of her in mid-air. She felt the wet spot from Cass’s prick under her shoulders.
“You belong… to me,” Cass said, standing over Steph with fire in her eyes. “I’m not letting… Tim have you… not if he can’t… make you happy…”
“You want to make me happy so bad, then do it! Fuck me! Just go ahead and fuck me! I’m your bitch, right? Why not just take me then?” Steph demanded.
Cass’s face got closer and closer to hers, their eyes burning into each other’s.
“I…” Steph shuddered. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Never said… for you to stop being quiet.”
Then Cass’s erection was back, snaking its way into the moist, waiting sex that had been ready for it for so long. It sunk into Steph without any resistance, except for the spasms Steph gave as the pleasure hit her, her warmly receptive cunt combining with Cass’s resurrected cock like gasoline meeting a match.
Cass held Steph down and made her feel every inch of her prick. Steph fought, if the uncoordinated jerks her body gave could be said to be fighting, but Cass wouldn’t be denied. She held Steph tight, her legs kneeling on Steph’s thighs to force them to stay open. Steph squirmed in vain as Cass penetrated her wet pussy.
Cass closed her almond eyes, body humming with the satisfaction as she planted herself in Steph’s wet cunt. Steph’s groans were like music to her ears, her silken womanhood sheathing Cass’s prick like one of their skintight costumes would fit snugly around their bodies, only Steph’s pussy tightened around Cass’s member with each jagged bolt of pleasure the blonde felt.
Cass moved between her legs, hard and fast, pumping down into Steph to make her feel all the strength of her passion. She felt the wetness of Steph’s pussy, its aroused heat, like it was trying to melt the hard steel of her erection. And Cass gave it every opportunity, fucking Steph with all her power, giving vent to the part of herself that felt insulted by Steph, wanted to hurt her, humiliate her.
She thrust into Steph and made her cry out shamefacedly with new ecstasy every time, moaning in dismay when Cass pulled back, staring moony-eyed up at her as if she couldn’t comprehend what her flesh was telling her it felt.
Cass wanted to beat Steph with her prick, to dominate her, control her, make her a slave forever to the pleasure Cass knew Steph felt with her. And then Steph’s body was rolling up to hers, returning the strokes that gave her such rapture. Cass realized how much she cared for Steph; she loved her so much that she gave Steph the power to enrage her this much.
Their pace quickened, Cass giving more as Steph needed more. The wet smacking of their bodies filled the room, Cass lunging into Steph callously until their bodies were rocking together wildly on the bed. Steph’s splayed thighs jiggled around Cass’s thrusting hips as she blindly writhed and jerked, spewing her orgasmic nectar all around Cass’s raging prick with each thrust.
“Oh, OH, yesss! Cass! Shit!” she cried out. “Shit, Cass, fuck me! Oh God, Cass, I love you!”
Cass froze, staring down at Steph in surprise. “What… did you say… that you loved me… out loud?”
Steph’s stomach muscles flexed as she fruitlessly contorted herself up to Cass’s body. “Don’t stop, Cass! Fuck me… please, Cass… there’s never been anyone who makes me feel like you! Please, just… I admit it… I need it… please, Cass, please!”
Cass drank Steph in. Her anger dissolved away. She remembered full force how much she loved Steph, every part of her, every facet of her appearance and aspect of her personality. She was jolted out of thinking of Steph as a sexual being, a bitch, a cockholster, and for a moment, could only see her as Steph. Her Steph. Tears came to her eyes. “Steph… Steph… I love you…”
“Show me,” Steph whimpered.
And then, on the heels of her epiphany, the pleasure of the fuck came rushing back into Cass. She drove into the snug heat of Steph’s pussy, feeling the ecstasy of increasing friction, the strain of overwhelming satisfaction. Steph’s fingers clawed her back, passionate cries ringing in Cass’s ears. Pulsing grasps of Steph’s cunt left Cass breathless, knowing only desire for her lover.
“Show me!” Steph chanted. “Show me how much you fucking love me!”
It felt like if Cass didn’t come, she would die. The next thrust had to be the last. Cass impaled Steph, making her take all but the hilt of her fat cock, and then she gasped with sensation—feeling herself burst, giving in to the succor of Steph’s body. Exploding deep within her. Falling on top of her and feeding all her hot liquid satiation into the depths of Steph’s womanhood.
When it ended, they were sprawled together, laughing and crying at the same time, forgiving, understanding, feeling joined in every possible sense of the word as the sex gave way and let something else wash over them.
They lay naked together for a long time, moaning as the air conditioning cooled their sweaty bodies. Steph smiled lustfully, feeling Cass’s jizz trickling out of her, and Cass grinned as she felt her limp cock tremble with the passion still flowing through her body at holding Steph in her arms.
Uncharacteristically, Cass spoke first—for once, Steph had nothing to say.
“Wear something… sexy… under your costume… next patrol?” she asked quizzically.
“I always have something sexy under my costume,” Steph teased, giving her own pert ass a smack.
Cass cuddled her tighter. “Something… really sexy… wanna have sex with you… while you’re wearing costume.”
“Oh my God,” Steph trembled. “Next patrol? Is that even twenty-four hours before we’re having sex with masks on?”
“You… have to…” Cass insisted. “You’re my… bitch…”
Steph grinned. “Yeah, I guess I am, aren’t I? I’ll see what I can do.”
“Good… thank you…”
“Now…” Steph pushed Cass’s arms away. “Didn’t you say something about me getting on all fours?”
“Yes,” Cass said, smiling knowingly. “Like a… bitch…”
“Well then. Can’t put my mistress off any longer.”
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