A goddamed Sexual Tyrannosaurus

Hours after Amelia has finished her creation, her pussy still grips around you with the same strength. She jumos over you, making her small rounded breast to move in enticing circle. Her dark mane of hairs surrounds her like a veil. With her new-founded clarity, she doesn't feel any shame in her moans, and she allows herself to be louder than usual, almost as loud as the squishy wetness of her nethers.

It's not all fucking in her bed, though, even if all the damp sheets around you might suggest otherwise. You actually watched a movie together and it almost was Titanic, but that was too long of a film for such a late hour. Amelia ended up going through her list of chick films, horrified by how many you have never seen. So it was that you ended up watching Predator together. It was really the most feminine film you could ever think of, with all those girly muscle woman in that sweaty jungle, but it was also really fun and well made and Alma Schwarzenegger was really at the peak of her physique when she made that film. That woman's biceps were bigger than your head, but you still couldn't get her acting seriously. She did make you stick around,

Amelia promised you that it really wasn't a scary movie, but she hugged you all the way anyway, and there were a few times when you had to cover your eyes, which she enjoyed a lot. She couldn't wait until the end of the movie to start playing with your dick again, but she actually got a little mad whenever she felt that you were not paying enough attention to the masterpiece.

"God, this feel so right..." Her moans above you make you return to the present. A drop of her sweat falls into your chest, from the tip of one of her nipples. She kisses you again, with needy lips, leaving traces of saliva. "Are you close?" You nod your head with eagerness... " Would you fill me up? I want to sleep all warm and cozy... I want t... oooh..." she has no time to finish before you begin releasing inside her, filling her just as she ask for, you both close your eyes, and her legs tremble in delightful suffering. "God, that really got to the choppa."

She crumbles over you, both defeated and victorious. She rejoices in spending some time there, kissing your neck and scratching your tummy. Somehow, she never lets your dick get out from her depths. A while later, somehow her phone has appeared in her hands and she starts playing with it. You never saw her search for it, which should be a clue that you are falling asleep.

"What are you looking for." You ask lazily.

"I am creating a new playlist: 'Songs to be fucked by Mark.' And I have already decided the first one." https://youtu.be/It791Lr0SXU

"What is it?" You ask, already sleepy.

"Some good out of fashion thrash metal."

"Won't that be too violent?"

"Never violent enough. Fucking to metal is best. Old Cannibal Corpse albums are my favorite." She winks at you deviously. "You might not like them, but you will enjoy it." Her smile is so sincere, so captivating.

You don't remember if there is anything else after that. Soon you fall asleep and as you wake up it's already the hour to retake your maid duties. She rest by your side, snoring and sleeping like a log, so you try not to wake her up as you leave her embrace. She moans in her sleep as your cock leaves the grip of her pussy, leaving a casdade of juices behind. No one sees you leave, no one ask questions.

As you enter the maidchambers, Rufus is indded even more annoying than usual. He is specially cruel with you that morning, remarking your subpar hairstyle and the lack of care of your sleepy appearance, but his words do not register, his mean insults do not deserve a reaction. Your duties of the day are as usual, and so it is with the next day. Strangely, Lily doesn't call for you those days, and you barely see her around the house.

But at last, all things must come to an end. And as you finish your duties, a message gets delivered to you: Lady Cassandra has requested your presence in her private chambers.