Liz walked back into the room naked. You groan, an try to avert your eyes. Liz laughs at this and picks you up to stare at your embarrasment. When you still refuse to look at her luscious body, she gets angry. Grasping you firmly in both hands, she rams you deep into her vagina. You close your eyes, and despite yourself you get a boner. Liz feels it, an laughs. "Looks like someone is enjoying himself!" and with more demented giggling grinds you around. Her cunt is secreting juices, and is close to orgasm. Finally, she cums and sends her fluids flying across the room. As she does this, a shriek of pleasure rents the air almost deafening you. Liz is gasping "The bonding...is almost...complete..." when your girlfriend comes barging through the door. Jasmyn, Darker-haired, olive skinned, generously gifted in the bust, a ghetto ass, and acts really sweet. You knew this belied a personality that was keenly smart, confronational, and not one to ignore an insult. You knew from experience when a couple of guys on a street-corner had tried to grab her. You had stood up to them, but she just knocked a few of one of the creep's teeth out and broke all the fingers on the other guy's hand that had touched her. On this occasion, Jasmyn had a leather jacket, tight jeans, and dark boots. Her green eyes blazed in fury, and her hair flew in a cloud like a flock of angry hawks.
"You sick bitch, get him outta there! I don't care if you're a witch..."
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