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Morticia gasps sharply as your clone's thick cockhead presses against her asshole, her fingers digging into the couch cushions. She watches with dark amusement as Wednesday gags on your cock nearby, though her attention quickly returns to the intrusion at her backdoor. "Ohhhh... that's nice and big," she purrs, even as her body resists the initial penetration.

"You have such perfect cocks," she moans, her dark eyes fluttering shut as inch after inch disappears inside her. Her asshole stretches obscenely around your clone's shaft, the tight ring struggling to accommodate him.

Your clone's thrusts increase in tempo and ****, each stroke driving a sharp yelp from Morticia's lips. Her nails leave crescent marks in the couch cushions as she braces herself against the powerful onslaught. Her ass jiggles during every movement, the tight ring of her hole fluttering around your clone's thick shaft.

"F-fuck! Right there!" she gasps, her back arching as he bottoms out inside her. Her dark eyes squeeze shut, her lips parting as she struggles to process the overwhelming pleasure-pain combination. The wet slap of skin echoes through the room, mixing with Wednesday's **** gagging nearby.

"Oh god, you're gonna make me cum!"

Your clone keeps up the brutal pace, each thrust punching through Morticia's tight asshole with enough **** to make her whole body jolt. The stretch burns beautifully, the way her tight ring grips and releases your clone's shaft sends shocks through her nervous system. Her breasts bounce as he pounds into her, the black latex of her corset straining with every movement. Sweat beads along her temples as she pants, her face twisted in an expression of intense pleasure and discomfort.

"I'm... I'm gonna... AH!" Her back arches violently as her orgasm rips through her, her asshole clamping down like a vice around your clone's cock.

Your clone's balls tighten as Morticia's asshole clenches rhythmically around his cock, her orgasm milking him toward his own climax. The tight heat of her inner walls squeezing his shaft sends intense sensations through his body, his thrusts growing erratic as he struggles to maintain control. Pre-cum leaks from the tip inside her asshole, mixing with her own lubrication as he pistons in and out.

"Gonna fill that tight ass," he grunts through gritted teeth, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Each thrust bottoms out completely now, his pelvis slamming against her buttocks with a wet slap.

With a guttural groan, your clone buries himself to the hilt inside Morticia's asshole and unloads, thick ropes of cum flooding her bowels. Her back arches violently as she feels the hot flood filling her, her body shuddering with another intense orgasm. Her tight ring pulses around your clone's cock, greedily sucking in every last drop as he spills deep inside her.

"YES! Fuck! Give me all of it!" she wails, her nails leaving deep gouges in the couch as her body convulses. Her asshole convulses rhythmically, massaging your clone's shaft as he pumps more cum into her.

Your clone's cock twitches inside Morticia's asshole even as he pulls out, already beginning to harden again with supernatural speed. Her dark eyes glisten as she watches him go from soft to rock hard in mere seconds, her breath catching at the implication. Before she can even react, he flips her onto her back and pins her shoulders down.

"Your turn now," he growls, already lining up his renewed erection with her still-dripping pussy. She doesn't have time to prepare before he slams home, sheathing himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust that forces a scream from her lungs. His hands grip her hips with bruising **** as he starts fucking her with deep, punishing strokes.

You grab a handful of Wednesday's hair and yank her face back toward your cock, already thick and throbbing again. Her lips are still swollen from earlier, but she opens obediently, sticking her tongue out in offering. The moment your cockhead touches her tongue, she engulfs you without hesitation, her throat already primed and relaxed from before. She moans around your shaft as you slide in effortlessly, her tongue working along the underside as you thrust.

"Good girl," you murmur, holding her head still as you fuck her throat with deep, punishing strokes. Tears form instantly in her eyes as her gag reflex triggers repeatedly, but she doesn't pull away.

You tighten your grip in Wednesday's hair as you thrust forward with increasing speed, forcing more and more of your thick cock down her throat with each stroke. Her eyes water fiercely now, her hands clutching at your thighs as she gags uncontrollably around your shaft. Spit dribbles from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and neck as she struggles to breathe around your invading length.

"That's it," you groan, holding her head perfectly still as you pump in and out of her throat with deep, measured thrusts. Each stroke pushes her past her gag reflex, her throat convulsing around you as she fights to take every inch.

Your clone continues his relentless **** on Morticia's pussy, each thrust driving her up the couch cushions. Her legs wrap around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back as she meets him thrust for thrust. Her nails rake down his back, leaving angry red welts in their wake as she screams her pleasure.

"F-fuck! Harder! Harder!" she gasps, her dark eyes locked on his with **** intensity. Her ass clenches rhythmically as your clone pounds into her, his cock stretching her pussy to its absolute limits. The wet sounds of their coupling echo through the room, mixing with Wednesday's **** gags nearby.

Your clone's balls draw up tight against his body as he pounds into Morticia's pussy, the slick walls clamping around him with every thrust. His breathing grows ragged, his hips snapping forward with increasing desperation as he approaches his second climax of the evening. His fingers dig into her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he angles for maximum depth, each stroke bottoming out inside her dripping hole.

"Gonna... gonna fill that cunt up," he grunts, his movements becoming erratic as pleasure overwhelms him. The head of his cock swells inside Morticia, pulsing with restrained pressure as he struggles to hold back.

You thrust faster into Wednesday's throat, your cock hitting the back of her throat with each stroke as she gags around your length. Tears stream down her face now, her mascara running in black streaks across her skin as she struggles to breathe. Her hands cling to your thighs, her body quivering from the suffocating depth you're reaching inside her.

"That's it," you growl, holding her head still as you fuck her face at a punishing pace. "Take every fucking inch." Her throat muscles spasm rhythmically around you, massaging your shaft as you plow deeper with each thrust.

You and your clone finish at almost the same moment, both of you filling your chosen goth whores completely with your seed. The room reeks of sex and musk, mingling with the subtle floral notes from their expensive perfumes. Wednesday collapses against your chest, panting heavily with her face still slick from your cum. She nuzzles into your neck like a content kitten.

"Mmm... so good..." she murmurs, her breath hot against your skin. Your clone pulls out of Morticia's ass with a wet pop, thick strands of cum leaking from her stretched hole. She scoots onto her knees and looks back at him with a hungry smile.

"Delicious."

Don't take all of the fun~" Elvira commented, your semen gushing out of her pussy. Both you and the clone look at each other before going after the goth mistress herself.

Your clone grins and moves to Elvira before you can react, his still-hard cock twitching at the sight of her dripping pussy. She leans back against the couch cushions, spreading her legs wider in invitation as she wipes some of your clone's cum from her inner thigh.

"First one to make me cum wins," she purrs, her fingers playing with her still-sensitive nipples. The challenge sparks something competitive in both you and your clone—an unspoken race to claim her first. Your clone moves swiftly, positioning himself between her legs and lining up his cock with her pussy. He teases her entrance for a moment, just letting the head press against her opening before pulling back.

"Tch."

The Next Morning...

You step out into the crisp morning air, the gentle rays of the sun warming your skin as you stretch. The rain had finally ceased, leaving behind a cool breeze that carries the fresh scent of damp earth and newly blooming flowers. Your muscles ache pleasantly, a reminder of last night's activities, as you walk down the mansion's grand steps toward your waiting car.

Elvira appears beside you, having somehow materialized without a sound. "Leaving so soon?" she purrs, her presence making your skin tingle. You glance back at the mansion, the gothic architecture seeming more ominous in the harsh sunlight. A shadow briefly crosses one of the upper windows before vanishing.

"You was a good fuck, but I got other fucks to give to other fine milfs like you."

Your hand grips Elvira's ass with possessive pressure, her plush flesh yielding perfectly under your fingers. She arches into the touch with a low moan, her body already responding to your dominance from last night. The morning sun catches the silver strands in her dark hair as she leans against you, her breasts pressing against your chest.