Fran Kidnaps Ethan

Fran suddenly smashes through her restraints. She hadn't been watching the DVDs, but had instead been watching Ethan licking his mistress. She wants that...she wanted Ethan's dick as well. The wall gives way under her strength and as Vicky attempts to grab her creation, she's knocked out by a flying fist. Then Fran turns her eyes on Ethan as he begins to back up, shaking in fear.

"Want," she manages to grunt, "want...you!"

Fran grabs him by the shoulders and lifts him up so that he's eye level with her.

"Ethan," she grunts, "your name Ethan?"

"Y-y-yes," says Ethan, deciding it best to be a good boy to her, "I'm Ethan."

"I pretty, Ethan?" she asks with a little smile with her thick lips.

"Y-y-yes," he says, "you're...v-v-very p-p-pretty."

"Then gimme kisses," Fran grunts.

Ethan can't stop her. She does kiss him, shoving her thick tongue into his mouth. Well, Ethan can't do anything against it, so he figures he might as well try this in the hopes that it may pacify her. After all...she seems to be at least more directly affectionate than his mistress is. Ethan tries a bit of direct affection himself, after several breathtaking kisses on her lips he spreads a few over her face and neck, making the monsterous woman moan. She lowers his body against her, shoving the thick nipple topping one of her massive breasts into his mouth where he sucks and licks lustily.