Kiona rides hard.

Marigold couldn't believe what she was seeing, even after everything that had happened today. What was unfolding before her eyes looked more like a dream than anything that could happen in real life, but here it was. And she was only a foot away from the action, staring up at her closest friend in this moment of vulnerability. There was no denying that this was really happening.

Kiona's teeth were clenched and her eyelids fluttered. Each time she pushed her ass back down onto Harry's cock, she uttered a long, powerful moan. She threw her head back, mouth hanging open. She had missed this so damn much. The feeling of the rock-hard cock inside her, the man's hand on her neck as he fucked her. She didn't even care that it was some random creep. She wanted to stay like this forever, to lock them in this room and fuck and ride each other for days and days on end. Her body was slick with sweat, to the point that her fingers sometimes slipped as she grabbed her own cheek to spread it, making Harry's cock slide up her ass even easier. It hurt, but it was exactly the kind of hurt that Kiona loved, that taboo-and-desire-and-pleasure filled hurt that spread throughout her whole body.

Harry was enjoying it just as much. He still had no idea that Kiona had seen through his bluff, so the feeling of victory was running parallel to the incredible sensation of Kiona's tight asshole wrapped around his cock. Somehow, he still wanted more. His hands were constantly roaming across her body, tweaking her pierced nipples, rubbing her clit and pulling on that piercing. Soon he settled on her neck, because she made a quiet, pleasurable grunting sound whenever he wrapped his fingers around it. He grabbed it hard, remembering exactly how to **** her without making her pass out or worse from asphyxiation.

That really set her off. Kiona doubled the pace, slamming her firm ass down on Harry's cock even faster and harder than before. She could barely breathe, but that didn't stop her from moaning. Nothing could stop her, from moaning or from doing anything else she liked. She hoped that the people outside this room could hear her, and were imagining what the muscled, gorgeous Pharah cosplayer was doing inside. She hoped that they would touch themselves to the thought of her body on top of Harry's.

Harry was kissing her neck. He wanted her lips-- the ultimate show of power-- but she framed away whenever he tried it, so he was **** to make do. It was hard to focus, anyway, with her ass bouncing on him over and over. He knew that there would be claw marks and bruises on her neck from his hands and his lips once he was done, but that suited him well enough. It only meant that everyone would know that he had made this beautiful, independent woman his bitch.

Kiona's eyes glazed over. Harry's hand on her neck and his dick in her ass made it almost impossible to keep her gaze on any one subject, but there was one thing that held her attention: the pale, naked Marigold on her knees, so close to her and so obviously wanting her. 'Kiki' had wanted Marigold for so long, but she had never dared to even try to seduce the innocent churchmouse girl. There had been a string of fair-skinned, busty blondes in and out of Kiona's bedroom, but not a one of them had dated that itch. And here was the real thing, so very close. Marigold was within arm's reach.