IR Future - Part 12

You don’t sleep well. Or wake up well. In another life, you wouldn’t necessarily be afraid of waking up in bed with two women.

The worst-case scenario doesn’t happen: you don’t wake up with your arms around Fru Satan and a big morning wood up against her rear end.

But Lara does.

Fru Satan’s piercing shriek of “Piggy!” sends you tumbling out of the bed in groggy, confused terror.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you mutter, shaking your head as you pick yourself up to find Fru Satan standing on the bed, stomping on Lara’s groin with her bare foot.

Lara grimaces but handles the **** with an impressive show of toughness.

“Come on,” she says tightly, returning Fru Satan’s fierce gaze. “There has to be a better way. If you want to touch it so badly, you could ask.”

That’s… not the right play to make. Fru Satan puts her weight forward and grinds the pad of her foot on Lara’s erection, drawing a hiss from your former teammate.

You aren’t sure what to do. Once again, you find yourself a spectator in Lara’s bad decisions.

But this isn’t happening like you expect: Fru Satan isn’t escalating it. Her eyes are locked on Lara’s and she’s still working her foot. This cannot be comfortable for Lara, but it’s obvious that it’s not all bad. Meanwhile, you have a spectacular view of Fru Satan in her sleeping clothes. She really does have a nice body.

Self-consciously, you cover your own erection with your hands. The safest thing to do would be to leave the room, but you aren’t about to stop watching.

Fru Satan’s grumpy breaths come through her nose. She’s like a velociraptor. Her face is red and it’s clear that she’s annoyed, but her foot doesn’t stop moving. It’s firm, but not as rough as it was when she first stomped down.

And Lara is showing restraint. For once. She breathes more and more deeply, looking increasingly intense. It’s as though she’s worried that speaking or breaking eye contact with shatter the spell. That doesn’t happen.

Lara closes her eyes and groans, her ripped abs tensing and her hands gripping the covers. Her cock twitches under Fru Satan’s foot, spewing cum all over her belly.

Fru Satan snorts disdainfully as Lara is still shuddering through the orgasm. She moves her foot to Lara’s sticky belly, smearing the semen with her toes.

Lara lets out a long sigh, then smiles her cocky smile and looks up at Frau Satan. She opens her mouth, no doubt to taunt or gloat, only to have her mouth stuffed with sticky toes.

“Mmm!” Lara protests. That’s enough to wake you up. You slink out of the room and tiptoe into the bathroom, listening to Fru Satan scream at Lara to clean her up.