3 (Results in roughly 15 centimetres)

Tracer quickly took 3 pills and waited as they dissolved in her mouth. A hot wave washed through her body and ended in her dick, which almost doubled in size. The 15 cm long dick looked huge on her rather small body.

Tracer curiously touched her new member, the new kind of pleasure hit her hard. “This is great.” She exclaimed and stroked her dick. Every time her hand reached the head a new wave of pleasure rolled through her. The strokes grew in intensity as Tracer fell into a trance of lust. She watched as drops of pre-cum dribbled out of her and lubricated her dick.

A voice filled with heat reached Tracer’s ears. “I see you like your new toy.” The brit looked up and saw Mercy furiously masturbating as she took in the show. The view of Mercy massaging her clit and pussy with both hands, her big breasts squeezed between her arms, jiggling around and heaving with each of her heavy breaths took Tracer over the edge.

The sensation of cum pouring out of her was as weird as it was ecstatic. Strands of cum flew through the air, the first two hitting Mercy, who moaned as the liquid rained down on her, the rest staining the white sheets.

Tracer watched as Mercy stopped masturbating and scooped of some cum that had landed on her breasts. Seductively she sucked of the semen of her fingers. With a quick crawl Tracer had closed the distance between the two of them and pressed her mouth on the Platinum blonde’s one.

Once again the two of them were locked in a kiss of passion as Tracer got into position to take Mercy on in the missionary position. Tracer broke the kiss, strands of saliva and cum still connected them for a few seconds, to align her dick with Mercy’s waiting pussy. “Let’s get to the main course now, love.” Tracer said and slid the head in.

The wet folds that now surrounded her tightly gripped unto her tip and both of the women panted heavily. Tracer had to stop after a few centimetres, Mercy’s pussy felt way better than what she had expected and Tracer was afraid that she would come immediately if she were to continue. But Mercy would have none of it. “No stopping now, meine Liebe.” She said, locking her legs behind Tracer’s back and pulled her further in.

Tracer had **** but to give in and push deeper into the Swiss vagina. Each little bit was sweet **** as Tracer tried not to cum, stimulated by not only her own cock pushing through the wet folds but also by Mercy’s reactions. The medic had her eyes closed and was writhing under her, moaning more and more intense with each passing centimetre.

Finally all of the time-travellers cock was inside Mercy and the both of them relaxed for just a second before Tracer started to ever so slowly pull out again. Tracer now understood why so many men of the past were crazy for sex. Not only did it feel incredible but the way the woman before her moaned and whimpered in response to her movements was addicting itself.

Her fear to cum was completely forgotten, Tracer was certain that she wouldn’t cum before she hadn’t thoroughly tasted what Mercy had to offer her. At this point only her tip was still inside Mercy, so she shoved it back in, slowly but picking up the speed as she went. Mercy back panted under her and Tracer bend down to kiss her neck.

In response Mercy laid her arms around Tracer, her fingernails digging inside the Brits back, who was now fucking Mercy in a steady rhythm. The sound of flesh hitting flesh could be heard as their hips met again and again, making noises that grew wetter as time went on. The rhythm grew in speed and Tracer, still kissing the Medic’s neck, was moaning every time her dick pushed into the wet folds.

Mercy herself was a screaming mess, her eyes unfocused, one hand still torturing Tracer’s back leaving minor claw marks, while the other one went through the brunette’s hair.

Eventually Tracer broke free of Mercy’s embrace and pulled out of her completely. The medic looked at her confused and pleading. “Turn around.” Tracer commanded.

Mercy obeyed, she turned around and rested her head on a pillow, her arse in the air, presented to Tracer who have gave it a slap. Mercy screamed into the pillow, it was a scream of passion and pain, a red mark slowly appeared as Tracer positioned herself behind the medic.

Tracer’s hands at the blonde’s hips she pushed herself back into the inviting depths of the pussy in front of her. Neither of them felt like playing around anymore and Tracer fucked her hard from behind as Mercy matched the brit’s movements with her own.

It didn’t take long before Tracer felt the walls of Mercy’s pussy contracting in her impending orgasm. Tracer accelerated her pace in a final spurt and watched as Mercy’s back arched, her head now freed from the pillow let out a scream of release. The trembling of Mercy’s body proved too much for Tracer and she felt herself releasing her load inside Mercy as she pushed deeply inside her.

Wave after wave of cum hit the depths of Mercy’s vagina, the feeling of Cumming deep inside her had Tracer seeing stars as her dick jumped with each strand released. Droplets of spit dripped out of Tracer’s mouth, who was grinning stupidly as she felt her orgasm washing through the rest of her body, tensing up all of her muscles as she looked down on arse of the screaming Mercy.

Then both of them collapsed, like puppets whose strings had been cut. A few deep breaths later Tracer rolled of the passed out Mercy and fell asleep herself.