Bill makes Lynn drop to her knees.

Joy's face twisted. Was this some weird joke? What was Lynn doing? If she didn't know better, she would have said Lynn was getting... fucked. Sure, Joy was a virgin, but she knew what a girl looked like getting plowed. She had done her research, in a way. But this was just getting tedious. Why would Lynn say that there was some problem if she was going to fuck around while Joy went out of her way to help her? This kind of selfishness didn't even make sense for Lynn.

Lynn couldn't care less what Joy thought about her in that moment. She had fallen right to her knees, feeling the strange ghost-wang slamming into her over and over. Her whole body shook, and she was certain that she was going to sweat through her costume any minute now. "Oh," she gasped. "Oh, oh, oh..."

"Lynn!"

"Shut the fuck uppp!" Lynn groaned, lying her face on the floor. She didn't know what was happening. She didn't know how she could be getting fucked with her clothes on, so far from any man. But she didn't want it to stop. It was like a gift from God. Maybe Marigold was right about that sort of thing after all.

Bill was jackhammering away into the portal as hard as he could. He couldn't see the broads at the top of the stairs but he could hear how the stuck-up one moaned and it only made his dick harder. Still, it had been so long since he had fucked a slut, and the warmth of her pussy was way too much for him to handle... thankfully, Bill knew he didn't have to worry about her telling him not to cum in her.

He gripped the portal tight and pushed his dick as far into it as he could, sliding all the way up her fuckhole and dumping a hot load of cum inside her slut pussy.