Trials Complete

Marty looked around the office of Lord Croft and felt uncomfortable. It was not the first time he'd been slow with Lady Croft in the office. It wasn't the first time he was alone with her in the office while she was covered in his cum. But it was the first time she had little Lara with her.

Lara groaned as she woke from a dream she couldn't remember. And almost immediately she was groaning in pleasure, as a powerful dildo pumped in and out of her.

The shop boys had done a little work in her flat; her dresses, tiny, transparent things, now had cum stains on them. They still covered her classic art, and her ridiculous heels crowded the corners and shelves. Her diplomas and certificates for being trained in combat, firearms, diving, etc were all stuffed in a new bin. It wasn't like a bin you emptied. It was, like, a showpiece. People looked and they saw what she thought of her past accomplishments. Hanging around her flat on tiny hooks were pictures with slogans like Fuck me, I'm stupid, Brains? Where? Pinch me to hear me Oink, Pin me and Pork Me, and PornStar on them. The pictures were from the store, of Lara shaking her a as and fifties and sucking dick.

And at her bed, a Fucking Machine. A mains-powered engine thrusting a fat dildo back and forth into her.

She couldn't remember how she got home. The last she remembered was helping the other woman dress and take her home to her family. They had sucked and fucked so much!

Lara pulled back and turned around to reach her phone. In her new position, the machine was able to instead **** her arsehole. The Tomb Raider rocked back and forth as her arse was filled while she surfed the net in her phone.

Lots of articles of businesswomen stepping down from their positions of power. As another orgasm tore through the fake blonde fuckpig, Lara was glad and responded to the news favourably on social media.

She could've stayed in bed all day getting fucked in the arse, but she was feeling a bit hungry.