When it suits them

The orgasm seemingly was a cue, as Halloran moves to unlock the cell with shaky fingers, her hands having trouble finding the right key and maneuvering it in the lock. Once she has the door thrown open, she positions herself to the side of the duo, drawing her weapon. You admire her powerful ass through her slacks—even in human form her curves can barely be contained.

“Free yourself! There's still time!” the detective tells Isabella. The staged effort to save the girl, of course, is destined to fail. The Latina sweeps a hand up and strikes Halloran between the legs with her palm. The lieutenant gasps, and Isabella strikes again, two taloned fingers this time tearing past all resistance and plunging into Louise's pussy. The Latina leaves them there momentarily while Halloran stands still with a stunned expression, still clutching the gun. Isabella then begins to move her hand, staring at the detective's crotch with a rapt gaze.

With her fingers buried in Halloran's pussy, Isabella pulls her closer, the detective meekly stepping toward her. The Latina's other arm latches on to the detective's ass when she gets within range and pulls her closer still, hitting her cheeks with a few solid whacks. Isabella's hand then goes to work like a surgeon's scalpel, slicing open the front of her pants to leave her ripped thong exposed to her seductress' gaze. Isabella coos at the sight of the lacy fabric she's already ruined.

“Save myself? I think I'd rather save you from pretending you're such a good little bitch. Why don't you put down that gun and join the fun? I know you dream of coming in here when no one's watching, unlocking a cell. Door open, door close. Some guy rubbing your tits, some chick exploring your pussy because you left them ****. Well, I'm giving you a choice.

“You can put down that gun and play nice or we can make you join us. What's it gonna be, pig?” Isabella tilts her head as she stares into Halloran's eyes. The detective swings her gun toward Isabella but the girl is faster, the changes coursing through her body heightening her reflexes. She smacks the gun out of Halloran's hand and in the same fluid motion grabs her arm and yanks, pulling the detective down while the Latina pivots away.

Halloran lands across her sister, who wastes no time in locking the startled detective in a “corrupting” kiss. Sluchek sells it with a hefty dose of tongue, her arms wrapped tight around Louise, who melts against the impressive chest of her assailant. Isabella hisses and glances back at you before busying herself with Halloran's ruined pants, shredding what remains so that her luscious ass is open to the Latina's gaze — as well as those of you and Mia.

The birthing demoness gleefully dives between your ostensible commander's legs and begins to lap at her pussy, alternating in lingual penetration of her pussy. Isabella's skin smolders as red creeps in as she nears completion. Soon a tail will emerge from her backside and dark wings will crack the skin of her back. But as glorious as the sight of what promises to be an energetic threeway is, there still are humans in the room to deal with.