You groan as you push yourself in her velvety sheath. Anna moans as you settle in, her back arches and her eyes briefly flutter. Not giving her any time to accommodate to your girth, you begin to establish a rhythm, pounding her moist twat. You register her legs hooking behind your back, locking you in.
Her moans fill the chamber now, together with the slapping of flesh on flesh. You lean over her, looking into her lustful emerald eyes. "You like that, don't you my little ice slut?"
In response a delicately manicured hand slashes 4 bloody stripes across your muscled torso. Anna might be on her back, legs locked around your waist and filled to the brink with cock; but in this contest she was hardly beaten. It was a trait of hers that many of her enemies had come to realize over the last century, just because she looked conquered didn't mean she was.
"Fuck me, you stallion! Do the women of Menazoid Sigma get off on a lax fucking like this?" she taunted. "Maybe i should employ Valhallan Operatives who - aah". Her last words fail to leave her lips as you grit your teeth and drive yourself up to the hilt into her warm cunt.
You place her legs over your shoulders and begin to jackhammer into her. Your former mistress's screams of pleasure filling your office. Locking her lusty emerald eyes with yours, her left hand is massaging her nipples while her right one is busy with her clit. "Fuck me Cass! Give it to me!" She squeals as you claim her with seemingly endless vigor. From experience, you know Anna's approaching her first orgasm of the night so you lean over, and bite her nipple. This, combined with your hips brutal efforts, is enough to push you two over the edge; and a squirt fountain coaxes your legs as you plaster Anna's womb with torrents of your potent seed.
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