The meddling mates...

"What went wrong with your head? You were supposed to distract them, not create chaos", Rosaline grunted, feeling the weight dropping rhythmically on her manhood. Like the others, she tasted the enriched toast, and now she couldn't fight back her libido.

"Relax, at least I didn't screw up like Paris", Tybalt replied reproachfully, pausing in mid-move, now looking like a cowgirl on a furious bull.

They both hid in the locker room, away from suspicious glances. It is true that, in the present state, no one would see anything extraordinary in their act, but they still did not want to show themselves to the bride and groom as a couple.

"I have a feeling that you are are getting soft. You take pity on them", Rosaline said maliciously. It was hard for her to see through his mania, much less see the real motives of why he had agreed to help her with vengeance.

"I do my best. I got rid of Valentina, got rid of their parents and rest of the houses, there is no one to see through our deeds before big tomorrow", the Prince of Cats slammed his ass against her club madly, nearly breaking it. In this way, he wanted to hide his true feelings.

"Ugh ...", the red-haired girl hissed in pain, but withstood it. She looked fiery at the lover riding her and spoke again, "I don't know why you're angry at me, you couldn't bear the fact that they were getting married yourself."

"I only help you, because I know how it will end. You may all see me as immature, but each of you is behaving like a actual child", Tybalt rose to his feet, towering over the woman below him. A little trickle of mucus ran from his slit.

The Prince of Cats did not know what the new layers of feelings were hitting him, but he lost all desire for further physical intercourse with the girl. He took his clothes and left the cloakroom without further words.