Hilda acts like a woman possessed

Linny and Hilda lock eyes.

Hilda is breathing hard, but still going strong and gives Linny a smoldering, sultry glare that makes the bandit queen forget about everything else.

"Am, am I doing it right?" Sally timidly asks, her voice muffled by the bandit queen's thighs.

"Yeah... probably," Linny says distractedly as Hilda crawls towards the two of them like a lioness on the prowl.

Her hair is a mess, she's covered in sweat and the other three bandits' juices, and its obvious she only wants one thing. Linny feels a flutter in her stomach and taps Sally on the head.

"Shove off pipsqueak, amateur hour's over," Linny says, her words cutting Sally worse than any knife.

The scrawny, cross-eyed stewardess blushes, looks at Hilda, and then crawls away in humiliation, Linny's love juices still dribbling down her chin.

"It's time to get back to the main event," Linny says with a smirk.

Hilda growls like a wild animal before pouncing on her prey.