Pokémon: Cast Away [Ze Blitzkrieg]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Your charm continues to work wonders on Hazel as her alarm is flustered out of her. She scratches behind her ears, smiling awkwardly at you with a soft giggle. "Oh? Well... I'm sure you'll look good in whatever Silky makes for you." Her eyes widen as she hears her own words and she quickly holds out a palm as if to command you to stop listening to her. "AH! As in... she's very good, so she'll probably make something good! Not that you need to wear something good to look good! Oh, hrrng..." she bites back her tongue, deciding its best not to keep talking.

Over Hazel's shoulder, Cotton shoots you a cautioning look. A little reminder of her warning about hitting on the Elder's daughter and the non 0% chance that Xenarth might rip you arms off if he found out - something that seems potentially more likely after your only interaction with the man involved him kicking you out of the town. That pending exile may have been lifted, but if he was still begrudging your presence then he may not be in the best state of mind to approve of you making advances on his daughter.

Sylvia, however, has a different look in her eye. A slow and knowing look between you and Hazel as she appraises both how you talk to her and how she responds. Her eyes even taken a moment to look you up and down as she has a smirk play out on her lips, before she turns her attention back to Silky to follow towards the back rooms of the shop, her expression returning to her usual more dignified and welcoming smile.

You are lead away from the main part of the store and down a hall that rounds a corner to run along the ring of the stump. In the opposite direction you see what seems to be changing rooms set up with silken curtains draped to provide some privacy for Silky's customers, however you are instead brought past shelves of materials and boards with dress patterns and designs pinned to them until you are brought through a silken curtain at the end of the hall. Silky holds the curtain open, inviting you and Sylvia within. Spools of various threads seem to create a canopy that suspends baskets of materials that hang down in a ring around a central wooden platform that Silky gestures for you to step upon. "Please, disrobe~ I will need to begin taking measurements right away if we are to do this right~" she requests of you, offering to take your robe from you.

Sylvia clears her throat behind you as she enters the room as well. "If you would like, I can wait outside the room while your measurements are being taken. You don't need to worry about making me uncomfortable, but I wouldn't want to intrude if you would prefer your privacy."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It never ceased to impress Bryce, how diligently the folks in town must have worked for their unique architecture. Putting aside the size of the tree they must have felled to put together such a building, it must have taken months to carve out all the interior chambers that looped through the back. Or, maybe days, depending on the Pokemon involved. He had seen Scyther carve their way through logs thicker than his chest in no-time. Of course, thoughts of his time raising 'mon weren't exactly the most pressing thing on his mind when he got to the back and the order came down to strip. At least, not other people's 'mon. Given his vigorous coupling with Volta not too long ago, and the distinctly... motherly... vibes that a few of the other inhabitants of town gave off, the idea of perhaps siring a few little ones of his own and helping raise them into happy, productive members of the village certainly seemed appealing. Maybe that could be how he helped Hardnut out. Bred a whole new generation of townsfolk to keep things prosperous.

Suppressing down that thought—and the very pleasant thought of the amount of fucking needed to accomplish it—Bryce shook his head toward Sylvia. Were she a less esteemed member of the community, he might have made a flirty little comment. Seeing as though she was the elder's wife, and they were in the company of another resident, he managed to wrestle down his worst instincts. At least, his verbal instincts. His hands fell to his belt as he responded.

"Don't worry about it. I've never been particularly shy about my body."

It didn't exactly take long to pull a bathrobe loose, but he took as much of his time as possible undoing the belt and parting the fabric, letting it brush along his wide shoulders and strong, sinewy chest. It slid all by its lonesome once he had it down that far, exposing his lean, hard body inch by inch until eventually the taper of his hips caused it to drop all as one to the floor, exposing thick, muscular thighs and the heavy shaft that hung down far between them to both Silky and Silvia, if they were so inclined to have a look. He made no effort to hide himself from their gazes, in any event, and even drew some attention as he placed a hand on his hip and gestured to the tailor with a grin.

"Let's get the measuring done with. I'm eager to see what you'll end up making me."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"In that case, I'll stay right here." Sylvia says, folding her arms in front of herself as she stands off to the side while you and Silky make your ways to the centre of the room. The matronly Vaporeon tilts her head to the side, glancing her eyes down towards your belt as you tease at undoing it. There's a smile to her lips, but it seems warm and patient - hardly the type of expression you would expect on someone waiting to watch someone strip down. That didn't mean her eyes were any less clearly focused on what your robe was about to reveal.

You notice her plump tail swish slowly from side to side behind her as you begin to disrobe as her eyes scan across you body. She lets out the occasional soft, thoughtful "Hmm." as more of your body is made visible before her. It feels like you're being evaluated with an almost scientific curiosity. While certainly different from how you may usually expect to be checked out, it at least sounds like she's having a positive reaction to what she sees.

You finally break through her refined composure, if only for a moment, once your cock shifts before her view. Her lips part with a silent gasp as she sees your thick length dangling between your legs as you stand naked before her and the tailor. After a few moments, she taps her lips with a quiet "Oooh..." before recomposing herself and allowing Silky to continue.

The Leavanny has a thread in her hands within in seconds from you beginning to disrobe, and as your shoulders come into view she's quickly in place, using the thread to measure their width, before checking your height as well. She lowers to her knees as your robe drops to the floor, using the thread to check the length of the legs and the thickness of your thighs while her face hovers near your exposed cock. She doesn't stop at just looking closely at it, however, as you feel the cool touch of her hand cupping your cock and lifting it up lightly. She leans in to examine it closely, checking its length before wrapping a thread around the shaft to measure your girth. She pinches the thread in a few spots and hangs it from the webbed array that encircles the room, her hand leaving your cock to dangle once more.

"Do you like to show off, Bryce? It seems you've got quite a lot to show off with~ I could fashion something to hide it, if you would like, though most men seem to prefer fashion that makes them look bigger. That doesn't seem to be needed in your case, however~" Silky says, giving you a wink as she starts to pull a few different fabrics closer to the two of you. She then turns her attention to Sylvia. "I can't help but feel reminded of a certain someone~ Wouldn't you agree, Sylvia?"

Sylvia covers her mouth as she lets out a soft giggle. "Silky! I suppose you would know best." she peers closer at your crotch yet again, her hand shifting from her lips to rub gently around the side of her neck. "Yes... I suppose he does look... comparable."

Silky giggles herself in response before placing a hand on your shoulder. "Do you grow much, Bryce? We wouldn't want you tearing through my clothes should the mood take you~ Perhaps another set of measurements are in order~ Though we are in quite the hurry~ Let's see..."

She turns and begins plucking out fabrics while occasionally glancing over to eye you up and down. "Tell me what kind of style you would like~ Something similar to what I have made for Sylvia~ Or perhaps something more athletic and befitting a Rescuemon ready to spring into action~ Let me know what comes to mind and while you do..." she looks over to Sylvia with a sly grin. "Perhaps Lady Hardnut here would help prepare you for more measurements~ What do you say, Sylvia? Interested in seeing how much he measures up?"

Sylvia mock fans herself with a dainty curl of her hand inwards. "Silky! Honestly! Although, as the lady of the town it is my duty to help make sure its people's needs are met. I wouldn't mind... lending a hand to the occasion. If Bryce is alright with that."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

While it certainly wasn't Bryce's first time being naked in the midst of a couple of women, it did feel at least a little awkward to be so thoroughly... cataloged. Perhaps it was the way Sylvia seemed to take an almost academic interest in his body, as opposed to one of desire or lust. Of course, once she saw what he was packing between his thighs, she seemed to take a more womanly interest in him, if only for a moment. He could be content with that much. Silky, on the other hand, took a much more personal interest in the bounty that was his body, and he couldn't help but perk up a tad when he felt the coolness of her hand along his shaft, so gingerly hefting his manhood before subsequently measuring it alongside the rest of him.

"I've... been known to indulge in a little teasing, from time to time," His answer wasn't nearly as bold as to be entirely true, but he had to remind himself to be on his best behavior, given the presence of a certain elder's wife, "I don't think hiding it will do all that much good. Tends to just make things uncomfortable either way."

The logistics of trying to pack down a stiffy were much less interesting to ponder than the words exchanged between Silky and Sylvia in the meanwhile. Not only did the duo seem close enough to refer to certain... unladylike activities, but it seemed as though they were close enough to compare the size of different men, in front of one such man none-the-less! The obvious implication would, of course, be that Bryce's manhood—in its flaccid state, at least—measured up quite well to Sylvia's husband. Of course, they didn't exactly name Xenarth specifically. That Sylvia might have experience with males other than her husband, of course, was a titillating consideration in its own right. Not least of which because Bryce himself fell under the category of 'other male'.

"I do tend to grow quite a bit, yeah. It's honestly a little problematic," What a wonderful problem to have, he considered as he continued, pondering how he would look in the distinctly Kantosian fashion that Sylvia seemed to prefer, "Maybe you could put together something a little loose to give it room to breathe? A flowy, open jacket like Sylvia's dress and a pair of similar pair of trousers seems suitable."

How necessary further measurements were for something like that, he couldn't say. But one thing he could say with absolute certainty was that there was no world where he denied the offer Silky so teasingly coerced from the Lady of Hardnut. Her very purposeful use of language only caused Bryce's libido to rear its ugly head once more, and he could practically feel himself starting to stiffen at the promise of Sylvia's elegant fingers working him up to a full, proud erection.

"I'd appreciate the help, Sylvia. I'm not sure I can provide an accurate measurement without some motivation, and I can't think of anyone better to give it than you."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Silky nods as you make your clothing request. "Lovely~ That should be doable within the time we have~" she says, her head listing from side to to side as her voice carries over to you with its soft melodic tone. "Have you a preferred colour? I would say you would look lovely in an eye-catching red~ Or perhaps a bold and deep blue~" At your response, she begins plucking the appropriate fabrics and holding them alongside her measured threads. In the following moments she begins to cut through the fabric with but a swift and outwardly seeming gentle stroke of her hand with not a tool in sight, all the while she hummed along, pausing only to glance towards you to keep your visage fresh in mind.

"It seems like we're already seeing some results." Sylvia teases as she steps towards you, gesturing with a glance down towards the inches your cock was claiming in the air just from partially stiffening. "Let's see how much more you have to offer."

With a swish of her tail disappearing around the corner of your vision, she steps behind you, her matronly chest pressing against your back. Her soft, pillowy tits squeeze up against you. Not just the smooth silk covering them, but even the plump, sleek, pink flesh of her breasts against your bare back. She reaches around and gently wraps one hand around your cock, stretching her fingers as much as she can around your thick girth.

"My... quite the weight here... and so much to hold onto. It's a good thing we're double checking these measurements then..." she whispers into your ear as her hand begins to softly pump up and down your shaft. Though you're too big for her to fully grip you with just one hand, she seems adept enough at dealing with big cocks - which isn't too surprising given she must be quite used to satisfying a Vigoroth and then Slaking in bed - and the steady stroking motion she offers is more than skilled enough to get a rise out of you. She doesn't leave you with just one hand, however, as her other snakes its way around the other side of you before reaching beneath your cock and cradling your balls. She gives them a gentle stroke as she lets them rest in her palm while she works your cock to its full length.

"Careful now. We're not here to make a mess all over Silky's nice and clean floors. Think you can keep yourself in check while we take your measurements? Just need to make sure we get you at your absolute biggest and proudest... and keep you there long enough so Silky can be extra sure of what she's dealing with." her voice falls against your ear, her usual polite tones laced with an underlying mischief. "Its been a while since I've... handled... a man as young as you. From what I remember, while young men certainly have an abundance of energy and appetite, not many have had the stamina to withstand my touch for long. I'll try to hold back and go easy on you."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Matters of fashion were never Bryce's forte, per say. Certainly, he knew enough to look good, for it was unlikely a total slob would find his way between as many pairs of lovely legs as he had over the years, but when he wasn't flushing cheeks and curling toes, most of his life was spent at his grandparent's daycare, looking after the various Pokémon who came to stay with them, and those Pokémon didn't care half so much what he was wearing as what he had for them to snack on, more often than not. Faced with Silky's inquiry, he could only offer her a shrug. What colors complimented him were probably better left to the expert. Still, he supposed everyone had a preference.

"I always kind of liked red, honestly. Maybe red and... white..."

Even if he was a particularly fashion-forward young man, it would've been hard to keep his focus on matters of dress with Sylvia sashaying over to him. On matters of dressing for himself, anyway. Given the sexually charged nature of their little fitting, he couldn't help but think of peeling the curvaceous Vaporeon out of her own silken garments and enjoying every inch of soft, smooth skin she had to offer. His eyes all but followed her as she made her way around him with a coy little comment, and his disappointment at being deprived of the bounty of her chest was quickly soothed by the sensation of her bust pressing up against his back, the heavy tits offering fine cushioning as she leaned into him. He stiffened somewhat, both in posture and in arousal, as he felt her hand sweep around him and coil about the base of his cock, already threatening to grow hard in the presence of such a high-class seductress. There was little hope of it resisting such a fate when her ringed fingers began to glide up and down along his maleness. He stifled a groan as he felt himself swelling in her care, the palm that so dutifully cupped his heavy nuts adding to the stimulation, though not as much as her softly whispered words of praise for his size.

Of course, it wasn't all praise. Mischievous in a way that he perhaps should have expected, given how she seemed to innocuously tease all onlookers with her generous cleavage, the challenge she presented was one he was all too ready to rise to the occasion of—evidenced by how every pump of her delicate hand seemed to coax his shaft to get a little longer, and harder, and thicker, his sex swelling proudly under her ministrations.

"Mm... Have you handled many men as young as me?" A rhetorical question, perhaps impolite given her status as a married woman, but given the way she stroked him even as her husband lay absent, one that was not without warrant, "I can't speak for the rest, but I'm... ah... very confident, that I can handle myself, for Silky's sake."

He couldn't help but flash a cheeky grin, though Sylvia could not see it. Perhaps for the best, if she was as good at 'handling' a man as she seemed to imply. Though, given the worst thing that could happen was having his balls wrung empty by the town's matriarch, her touch wasn't exactly something to be feared.

"You can go a little less easy on me."

[Lazy Kitsune]

The stroking of her hand across your shaft sped up, gliding and squeezing along your length with elegance matched by an almost devious level of skill in making your cock throb and tremble in delight. Sylvia lets out a breathy giggle against your ear as you boast your own durability. "We'll see about that. You've certainly impressed the village already with your heroics. Including my daughter. Don't think I haven't noticed how she looks at you. How you encourage it." Her fingers move towards your tip, pointedly toying with your more sensitive parts as she calls you out. "What kind of mother would I be if I didn't make sure any potential suitors were right for my sweet little baby."

She returns to working your shaft, now with vigour enough to make the possibility of her emptying your balls out onto Silky's floor at any moment. The seamstress herself moves back over to join you both, kneeling before you, her face inches away from your throbbing cock as Sylvia's hand swiftly ran up and down your length, pumping your cock in the direction of the Leavanny's face. The melodic humming sound Silky had been making while she worked stops as she gasps, mouth agape at the sight of your fully erect cock being worked over by Sylvia's matronly touch. "Goodness~ A good thing we're getting these measurements~ One erection could have you springing out of one of my usual cuts."

Sylvia chuckles and wags your cock in the air, tapping your tip against Silky's nose as she leans in to take your erect measurements. You leave a dollop of pre behind, marking the impact. "Silky, doesn't this remind you of something?" Sylvia asks, and is answered with a coy giggle from the Leavanny by your feet.

"Your husband's fitting before the wedding~" she says, sniffing at your cock for a bit before opening her mouth and letting her tongue lap out and steal some pre from your tip. "Tastes like him too~"

She rises back to her feet with a giggle, wiping away the drops of precum on her nose before returning to work, leaving you in the care of Sylvia. The Vaporeon MILF whispers in your ear "Don't think I've forgotten your question though, Bryce... Hmm, to be perfectly honest, its been a long, long while since I've handled a man as young as you. Back in his day, my husband was quite the virile lover though." Her voice is thick with lust at the memory, her hand slowing their movements now to tease you and work with the mounting pleasure building within you as she talks about her love life. "In a league of his own, really. If he had kept that up, Hazel would likely have a good dozen or so siblings. Not to mention however many half-siblings she'd get from mothers all around the village. I think its safe to say I was a little spoiled by him when it came to lovemaking. Although the women in my family... we've always been inclined towards more potent mates. Even if the men in the village weren't afraid of my husband, I still probably wouldn't lay with them if they didn't seem up to my standard. As pent up as I've become over these years, I worry any disappointment would just be worse. But that doesn't mean I haven't had my eye out... for someone new... someone that reminded me of my husband when he was younger. What do you think, Bryce? Think you measure up?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It might not have been a buzzing, Electric-typed pussy that milked at his shaft, but the way Sylvia's ringed fingers diligently pumped silky smooth skin up and down his member brought Bryce a level of delight just about on par with the Plusle's pulsing slit for much less work. There was something about an older woman who knew her way around a man's body that had always gotten him going, and it seemed that the matronly Vaporeon was quite masterful in how she worked over a shaft. Groaning softly, he couldn't help but lean backward into the pillowy embrace behind him as she stroked him off right in the middle of the tailor shop, her soft giggling and whispered words only causing him to swell all the more. Cotton had been rather diligent in warning him against making any overt moves on Hazel around her father. It seemed her mother, on the other hand, was much more... accommodating, regarding a potential relationship with her precious little girl.

Those thoughts helped his arousal absolutely none. The way Hazel looked at him, the way she seemed so lonesome... it wouldn't take him long to get between those plump thighs of hers and treat her to the long, hard, passionate lovemaking that her body was built for. Lovemaking that he could hone on the woman who had brought her into the world. He couldn't help but picture it, pressing Sylvia down beneath his body and reminding her of what it was like to be a woman. Just rutting her into the mattress, every stroke melting a little more of her mind until she was a messy, mewling, drooling mess, the perfect opposite of her prim and proper self. Once he'd had his way with her in every way he knew, and she'd remembered who and where she was, he'd get her approval to do the same with Hazel and repeat the process again and again until the bashful little ball of nerves was just as much a motherly minx as Sylvia.

The Leavanny's words brought him from his reverie, and he rewarded her for it with a long, heavy strand of pre-cum. He couldn't say thoughts of the village elder leaving his mark on the women of the village were half so stimulating as his own fantasizing, though the prospect of what Sylvia described, of finding a good woman to pump full of his progeny—or multiple such women—certainly helped his length swell all the more. Making Hazel or Cotton into an honest woman, fathering litters of cute little Eevee or Buneary of them amidst the occasional Totodile or Ralts to swell the village's numbers. Maybe he'd even take both on, and have a happy little clan to take over for Xenarth when he truly grew too lethargic to rule.

"Yes!"

The response he managed was perhaps a little too enthusiastic, thanks to his own active imagination, though Sylvia's teasing certainly didn't need the help to get him hot and throbbing. The strands of thick pre-cum dribbled down his tip despite his earlier escapades as if his body wished to fulfill those idle fantasies, or perhaps even Sylvia's preference for a virile mate beyond the measure of lesser males.

"I do! You've been... very good to me. I'd like nothing more than to... ah... return the favor and be good to you in return... in the best way I know how," The difference in their heights made it somewhat difficult, but he tilted his head backward all the same, reaching around to try and cup at Sylvia's cheek and guide her face such that the warmth of their breathing could intermingle as he spoke, "All of you... You, Hazel, Cotton, Hydris, and the rest... I'll give you all a proper mate. A potent mate."

[Lazy Kitsune]

The potent display of a small stream of pre trickling from your tip, growing thicker with the pulses of your cock as Sylvia milked more of your arousal from you with expert strokes, earned impressed gasps and breathy giggles from the MILF working her talents on you, her own voice becoming heated with deeper excitement still as she saw you spill onto the floor like an overly pent up stallion despite your earlier release. With the constant bounty on display since you awoke on the beach, it seems your body was eager to adapt to your current circumstances, leaving you even more filled with seed to share then your already usually generous loads.

Sylvia can feel the needy pulsing from within you, her hand cradling your balls and feeling their weight before she moved it to run along your chest, feeling up your toned physique before her palm measured the shift in your breathing as she adjusted, not wanted to tip you over the edge just yet and make an even bigger mess of Silky's floors. As you do your best to turn so you could face each other, you catch her smirking, a sly mischief unbecoming of the very gentle and elegant disposition she has held up until now. Or perhaps very becoming, if she could play the role of the respectful housewife so well, while being such a ravenous minx at the same time.

"Oh? Are these your true colours, then, Bryce? Very... ambitious." she leans close, her lips parting as they draw so teasingly close to your own. "Let's see if you can back up those words at all."

She ends the torment, her breath on your lips fading to make way for some real contact as she moves in for a kiss. As her lips find yours, its not long before she coaxes your mouth open and her tongue finds yours before inviting it in to explore her own mouth. She stops her hands motions, sparing you the risk of her kiss bringing you to a premature climax and instead grips your hips as she moans sweetly into the kiss. The Leavanny's focus is mainly on her threads, though she casts an occasional glance in your direction to enjoy the show - though largely is left in the background of your mind as Sylvia steals your focus. She steps back as her hands move from you and with a few tugs at her own clothes, her robes tumble off of her shapely form and into a loose pile around her ankles. She stands before you, with a curling swish of her tail that draws attention to her voluptuous shape, as naked as you are. Her heavy tits raise up and down with her deep breaths as she plants her own hands on her wide hips. As motherly as she was sensual, her gentle elegance had made way entirely for a very strong sexual energy. As much as a beauty as she must have been in her youth, motherhood had shaped her into a mouth-watering curvaceousness - plump and soft in all the right places. The unique complexion of her shiny and smooth skin is refined by the occasional lines of age that give her a dignified air that makes her somehow even hotter. While his interests may have changed post evolution, Xenarth was certainly a very lucky vigoroth. If Hazel ages in any way like her mother then a life with her just became even more appealing.

Sylvia wants your mind on her, right now, however - not on her daughter. A very particular part of her, even. Her thighs part, marked with the glistening sheen of her juices. It seems all this time teasing you has gotten her worked up as well. "Well, Bryce... I hope you don't find me rude for asking to be tended to first... but all ladies have their needs... and mine have been left unfulfilled for a very... very long time. Would you be a good boy for me and get on your knees? I'm very interested to see if your tongue is good for more than just boastful words."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

After listening to Sylvia's siren-like voice, it didn't take Bryce but a moment to lose himself in the kiss to follow. He relished in the warmth, and the softness of her lips, savoring the taste and feel of the elegant matron as the gentleness of their embrace quickly devolved into one of much greater passion. The feel of her skillful tongue beckoning his own to join it, tangling and wrestling heatedly only caused him to throb all the harder, though it seemed the Water-type had abandoned her ministrations to instead appreciate his physique while they enjoyed an intimate moment together. Her sweet moans were met by deeper, hungrier ones of his own as he leaned further into the heated exchange, and it was only when Sylvia purposefully broke away from him that he retreated, a strand of saliva still connecting their lips as they parted, which he thoughtfully wicked away with his tongue in the aftermath.

By the time he spun to face her, already the fine silks she garbed herself in fell to the floor below, revealing the bounty of her body. A bounty Bryce was not shy in feasting his eyes upon, for sure. Her lovely dress had done well in highlighting her motherly figure, but even a salaciously flattering kimono was no substitute for seeing the real thing. His gaze practically clung to her generous bust as it hung before him, rising and falling with her quickened breath. He could practically feel the weight of them, heavy and obscenely soft looking, not quite as perky as they may have once been but all the more tender for it. His mouth all but watered at the thought of burying his face into them and enjoying them in ways few others had, in recent times at least. Of course, it wasn't as though her tits were the only appealing thing to look upon. The swishing of her long tail brought his eyes lower, toward the swell of her wide hips that just begged to have a pair of strong hands grip and maul them in the heat of the moment. Down to her wonderfully thick thighs that tapered to long, lovely legs he couldn't help but picture wrapped around him while he took his pleasure.

And, of course, he could not miss the prize between those lovely legs, especially with how it glistened in need for him. Her words scarcely registered with Bryce, if only because he was already so enraptured with what he saw between her parted thighs. He had to wrestle them back to meet her gaze, swallowing as he did.

"With pleasure."

He practically husked his response as he closed the distance between them, the big, angry-looking cock between his legs brushing along her hip as he did. It would have been easy enough to just dive down between her legs to diligently see to her needs, but that was a wasteful thing. Her body was like a banquet, and he could not bring himself to skip over it just to enjoy the dessert at the end of the meal. Their height difference saw him craning his neck so his lips could find her own, leaving a few phantom kisses along her jaw as he made his way lower and lower, kissing and nipping and sucking along the pale pink flesh before him. He couldn't help but appreciate the difference between it and the other skin he had known—so silky it might well have been slippery, perhaps as a result of her typing. He all but bathed in the scent of it as well, burying his face into the crook of her neck as he kissed his way across her collarbone, leaving a few love bites for the road.

By the time he found his way to her sternum, the hands he had left to rest gently on her hips found their way up to cup and knead her breasts. He took a detour, long enough to kiss his way across each of the big, bouncy orbs until pale pink darkened at her areola. Each nipple got a warm, wet welcome, and he suckled each of them for a few long moments before his travels brought him to nip at the underside of her heavy bust on the way south. The light kisses along her tummy ended with a playful little flick of the tongue against her navel, an appreciative gesture as he got closer to the real prize. Even before he reached her waist, he could smell her arousal, and it only threatened to turn him to a frenzy. But he kept the course, lavishing her mound just as he had the rest of her wonderful body, sinking onto his knees as he did, his hands gliding over the swell of her hips and down along her thighs, stroking affectionately as they went.

With the warmth of her sex against his lips, Bryce cast a smoky, lustful gaze up at Sylvia, through the shadow of her bust. His lips moved forward to give a soft, almost chaste kiss against the hood of her clit. Then another an inch or two lower, against her outer folds. The third time he moved forward, he did not stop at a simple kiss, however, and with her scent in his nose and her taste on his tongue, he let his long, dexterous appendage free to drag from one end of her sex to the other, parting her lips as he did. Then, without pause, he buried his face between her thighs, slurping messily as he feasted on what lay between, his arms hooking around her generous bottom to keep her just where he needed her to be to get his fill and show her just how capable he was of keeping his word.

[Lazy Kitsune]

As your lips met once more, one of Sylvia's hands gently cupped around your jaw, reaching to tease just behind your ear with her fingers lightly as she leaned into the kiss, pulling back with a sultry smile as she enjoyed the feeling of you pampering her own jawline and neck with further kisses. "Hmm~ I must have been a dreadful hostess, constantly teasing our town's only guest and leaving him to get so pent up... Well, let me make it up to you now... I'm all yours to enjoy, sate yourself on me... a little treat for our new hero." she whispers as you move lower, beginning to enjoy the flavour of her smooth skin and plump chest. Her hand on your jaw moves to the back of your head, her fingers sinking into your hair softly, lightly scratching at your scalp soothingly as you enjoyed the taste and feel of her nipples stiffening against your tongue. A soft gasp escapes her lips with an accompanying shudder as her already plump, purple buds perk up harder.

Her tits were a bounty enough to enjoy for ages all on their own, but both you and her desired your attention elsewhere. Though she savours your journey down, the destination beckons to you all the same, growing wetter and hotter by the second as you kiss your way across the motherly vaporeon's belly. Her needy slit soon hovers above your face, the scent of her arousal falling over you - a heady concoction as pleasant as perfume yet far more intoxicating. Her skin had a slippery quality to it already, yet there was no denying the moisture you felt as you ran your hand up her thigh.

With all this build up, the moment your lips finally made contact with her clit was electric. The anticipation certainly had an effect on Sylvia, who bucked her hips at the first press of your lips while a gasp marked a noticeable increase to the heaviness of her breathing. The following kisses were met with a press of her own
lower lips down against you, as if trying to return the kiss, leaving you with a delightful helping of her flavour to enjoy. A flavour you soon began to immerse yourself in as you tongue dove deep, enjoying the taste of the Elder's wife with complete freedom. She was hardly the first taken woman you had had your way with. She wouldn't even be the first mother of another pursuit of yours that you had lain with. But right now, with your lips pressed against her cunt and enjoying the full range of her taste and aroma, there was little room in your head for women other than Sylvia. Even with Silky standing mere inches away, working on the very outfit for you that Sylvia had requested for you, you had little room to focus on anything other than all the many pleasures Sylvia had to offer you. And the pleasures you had to offer her, which were now up to you to demonstrate.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Face buried between plump pink thighs as it was, Bryce wasted no time in working his magic on the pent-up MILF that had so graciously offered her body to him. He let his tongue explore her hot, flick folds, every flick wrapping his tastebuds ever more in her flavor. He nestled himself close to her, such that his upper lip could rest against the hardened bud of her clit, and with tender care, he worked to coax her clit from its confines and let it rest along the flat of his tongue, sandwiched between the softness of his lip and the wet, coarse texture of his silvery appendage. The hands he had so carefully wrapped around her found purchase on the swell of her ass, and he kneaded her plentiful bottom to his heart's content as he went about eating the village's elegant, poised matron out to the sound of messy slurps and breathy gasps, working her sensitive clit and needy folds in tandem with quick, rhythmic, practiced strokes, the occasionally glance upwards guiding his motions as he labored to spoil the pampered noblewoman as she so desired.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Even if his libido had died down, you have a hard time understanding why Xenarth would spend any time outside of the bedroom with a wife like this. As your hands sink into the plump, voluptuous cushions of her backside, your mind fills with a lifetimes worth of fantasies of playing with Sylvia's shiny purple ass alone. So thick and smooth it spills out of your grip with an exciting slipperiness that just begs for a good spanking and squeezing. Not to mention how good it must feel to have those cheeks squeezing around your cock as you either grind against her or plough into her backdoor.

Her thighs are as equally enticing, wrapping around your face and hugging you against her dripping cunt as you ate her out. They squeezed and shuddered in acknowledgements of your effort, giving you constant feedback on the good work you were doing on top of the delightful husky moans Sylvia let out as you lapped up her plentiful juices. Glancing up you caught sight of Sylvia's face, her smile widened with gasps and moans as she rubs the back of your head. Between her loving eyes and your eager tongue sways her heavy breasts, hanging over you and bouncing and swaying with each shudder of her hips and shoulders.

"Hmm~ You're definitely eager~ AH~ Oh my..." she lets out, biting her lower lip. "Oh, Silky, you'll have to try this. He's... oh, he's definitely done this before." Her tail swishes with delight as your tongue is rewarded with more of her wetness. "Careful Bryce... I might just have to keep you for myself... Though I can promise you with my expertise you'd never find yourself lacking for pleasure in my bed."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Ever the diligent worker, Bryce needed little encouragement to keep his mouth working its wonders against Sylvia's sex, yet all the same, he received plenty. If it wasn't the softness of her body beneath his fingers, teasing him with fantasies of what could be if only he could make her into his woman rather than her husband's, then it was the erotic sound of a wound up woman finally getting to let go of all the pent-up need she had been carrying around, with breathy gasps and shuddering moans. When she could put together words, they sang his praises, even going so far as to recommend him to her seamstress friend, who seemed just about as promiscuous as the lovely Vaporeon was based on their giggly conversations. How could he do anything but his best with such temptation hanging over him? Maybe if he really rocked her world, Sylvia could spread the word to some of the other females of Hardnut who found themselves without a mate, or perhaps worse yet, a mate who lacked potency. There were worse fates than burying one's face into untended MILF pussy, and bringing the older women of the village to long-awaited rapture.

"Mmmmhfffh..."

He let his feelings on the matter be known by way of his moaning, vibrations dancing along Sylvia's labia in place of a proper response, reasoning it would be rather impolite to try speaking with his mouth full. Saliva mixed with her plentiful juices as he slurped and suckled, strands of it dribbling down his chin and occasionally dripping down to anoint his iron-hard cock, which throbbed mightily without attendance. Much as he wished to, though, he did not coil his fingers around it and pump to his heart's content. He was consumed with a much more pressing need. A need to bring her to a deep, satisfying conclusion. He wanted to prove himself every bit the match to her husband in his heyday—no, he wanted to prove himself even better. To make it so that when she reached beneath the sheets to pleasure herself with those long, deft fingers of hers, it was him that ran through her mind. His touch. His tongue. The feeling of his strong, lean body atop hers, driving her relentlessly into the sheets, reminding her what it felt like to be more than a wife or a mother or a proper lady. Reminding her of what it felt like to be a woman and nothing more.

He all but growled into her sweet folds as he pictured it, his grip on her ass tightening such that he pulled her all the closer to him. His tongue switched its tempo just so, moving from its exploratory lapping to a quicker, more concentrated flick, each motion pulsing his tongue against the hardened bud of her clitoris, now thoroughly wet and welcomed. Once he found a good pace to move at, once he found just what seemed to get her breath catching in her throat, he kept at it, relentless and hungry, until her eyes started to lose focus, her jaw started to hang, her back began to arch and her toes started to curl. He kept it going and going until that knot in her belly finally unraveled, and she let the young man she had so skillfully seduced do what he did best, and unburden her of all the tension of a long overdue orgasm.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Your efforts earn you the reward of Sylvia's hips thrusting and grinding against your face, her thighs squeezing around your cheeks as she began to ride your face. As tightly as you squeeze, her ass is simply too large to grip either cheek fully within your palm and the sides continue to spill out and bounce as she gyrates up and down on top of you, the pretty pink flesh glistening beneath your grip. "Fuck~ Ohh~ That's definitely ~ahhah~ definitely a good sign... that you can keep a partner satisfied~ mmh~" she murmurs out, her voice catching and rising in pitch on occasion as your tongue learns its way around the insides of her folds to strike at her weak spots and make her legs shake. Were she not focused on avoiding squishing you between the floor and her thighs she might have collapsed onto the ground from the sensation already, although maybe that would have improved the experience further if her legs did give out.

Soon enough you bring her to her crescendo. The frantic swishing of her tail would be the first sign if you could see it. The second would be her tilting her head back, letting her heavy tits bounce into the air and shake and sway with her deep moans. But the sign you couldn't ignore was how her juices flooded your mouth and began to run down your chin. Sylvia started to let out a loud moan but quickly bit her lip and tried to stifle it, bringing one hand demurely to cover her mouth as she let out a muffled rumbling of deep and powerful pleasure - trying to keep her noise to a minimum lest her voice carry through the store for her own daughter overhear her infidelity just a couple of rooms over.

As she comes down from her orgasm, she lingers for a few moments with her cunt still pressed against your lips. Her hand on your head and dug her nails in during the height of her passion a little, though now she massages the back of your head softly. She takes a shaky step back, freeing your lips from the dripping kiss of her labia and the embrace of her thighs. Breathing deeply, you see her cheeks flushed and eyes a little unfocused as she smiles down at you. She gently cups your chin and gives you a warm look, before her eyes cast down to see your hard cock.

"Oh... look at you. Well, what a terrible hostess I would be to leave you all pent up..." She says, her tail swishing around her side to brush against the length of your cock. "Silky... I'm very sorry... but Bryce and I might be about to make a bit of a mess in your workplace."

The Leavanny giggles as she works away. "~Don't worry, Sylvia~ I should be finished by the time you're done~ And I work better when... inspired, anyway~"

Sylvia smile widens into a lustful smirk. "Well then Bryce... how would you like me to return the favour. I'm sure a young man as hotblooded as yourself must have a thought or two." She cups her heavy tits, giving them a squeeze, pressing them together and letting her pink melons roll against each other. She releases them, letting them drop and bounce and sway as her hands shift to run along her curves as she turns around and starts to shake her ass in your direction. "The bold and mysterious stranger has gotten the Elder's wife away from her husband and out of her clothes... completely at his mercy... what does he have in mind for her first?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Under the circumstances, Bryce could do little more than hold Sylvia tight and rumble into her hot folds as the matronly Vaporeon came to a powerful conclusion. His tongue continued to work diligently—if somewhat less forcefully—as she came for him, slurping noisily all throughout until he could feel the tensed legs around his face begin to relax and the legs to which they belonged carry her a few graceful steps backward. Part of him had been somewhat disappointed by the restraint she exercised, though with Hazel's full figure trailing in his mind, he understood the reason well enough. But that disappointment was soothed as he felt her elegant digits cupping his chin and looking down at him with the fuzzy, flushed gaze of a woman who had been thoroughly satisfied by the efforts between her legs. A gaze which was only disturbed by what she saw between his own, it seemed.

Bryce's cock throbbed defiantly as he pushed himself up off his knees and rose to the occasion of Sylvia's teasing and Silky's supportive quips. It throbbed all the harder when the curvaceous noble lady cupped at her motherly body and let it bounce and jiggle for his enjoyment, going so far as to turn around and present the bounty of her ass for him to feast his eyes upon. He closed the gap between them at that moment, half-possessed by instinct, until his throbbing cock found purchase in the valley of her plentiful derriere, and pulsed against the silky smoothness of her skin. He brought his hands up from behind her, running them up her stomach with all the care of a lover until they could bury themselves into the cushiony bosom she taunted him with only hours ago. As they kneaded and squeezed, he leaned down to nibble and nip at her exposed nape, muttering against her hotly as he did.

"He's going to bend her over," He promised between kisses and love-bites, "And take her, hard, and fast, and long until she starts to remember what it's like to have a proper mate. One who fucks her until she's bow-legged, and cross-eyed, and can't think of anything else but being his woman."

A tender step nudged both Sylvia and himself forward, just a little bit, until they found themselves at one of Silky's workspace tables. The tailor had voiced her support of her workshop getting a bit messy, after all, and he couldn't help but admire the view from it: the fitting mirror not so far away gave them both a good look at what was about to happen. His hands working like machinery, he let the Vaporeon's heavy tits bounce free again as he stroked back along her sides and against her back. Then, suddenly, with his palms between her shoulder blades, he gave her a quick shove, just hard enough to knock her onto her hands, braced against the table, and bent at the waist for him, her pretty face and dangling tits reflected for his viewing pleasure. Of course, such a sight had quite the competition as he gazed down at her full ass and wide hips.

He ran his hands, greedy as he liked, all across that big, plump back end of hers, fondling it for a few long moments before giving it a quick, sharp smack to watch it jiggle. He could've played with it all day. He could've played with her all day, discovering all the little ticks and tricks to make her puddy in his hands. Maybe he'd have the chance. But for now, he near enough reached the limit of his patience. His cock throbbed mightily at the sights and scent before him, and without further delay, he reached down to spread her legs a little more, all the better to expose the dark pink slit between her ample thighs. One hand grabbed at her hips, strong and rough, to keep her in place, while another grabbed at the steely length of his manhood to properly line it up. The kiss of her labia against his head caused him to groan softly, and he pressed forward against the resistance until it parted and gave way for him. Then, freed from the task, his hand joined its companion on her hips, and with a grunt that bordered on a snarl of satisfaction, he sunk his hips forward, pulling Sylvia back into him as he sheathed most of his length in one deep, powerful stroke.

A stroke that lingered only for a few moments as he relished in hot, wet, slippery bliss before he pulled back and repeated it. Then again, and again, and again, starting to pump himself up into a good, hard, toe-curling rhythm that carried through Sylvia's body like a wave every time his hips clapped against her ass, causing her to bouncy and jiggle back and forth with every rock of his hips.

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Oh!" Sylvia's gasped exclamation is the first sign of surprise you've drawn from her as you turn the tables by taking action while her back is turned. Though the heaviness to her breath as it escapes her lips and the shudder that runs up her spine lets you know this is a turn of events she's more than happy with. Her thighs spread aside and tail lifts, letting your cock slide between her smooth, pink butt cheeks and get nestled in within the curves of her shapely rear, as she cedes power and authority to you, letting you settle into the dominant role of the acting man of the household. The one responsible for keeping the Hardnut women satisfied.

She smiles and leans back against you as your hands run across her body, feeling the smoothness of her belly as you grind against her. Once plumped with Hazel and perhaps one day will plump again with a child or two of your own if you can keep coaxing the lady of the town into your bed. If she is testing you as lover for her daughter after all, then what better conclusion to the test than to demonstrate your virility and show that you can give Hazel plenty of strong, healthy children by giving her a little brother or sister too in the process?

Every inch of her proves to have plenty for you to enjoy as your hands move up to claim her tits, giving her heavy, motherly bust a good squeeze. You can feel the weight of them in your palms. It's probably been a good while since you've been able to enjoy a bust this big. While many of the women in Hardnut Town had plenty to show off, Sylvia's motherly form had a curvaceousness to it that stood out even among these other bombshell beauties. And now, her great, big, pink, juicy tits - the envy of every man in town and the prize of the renowned and respected Elder - were all yours to play with. To think of the tragedy, that these glossy, full melons had been left untouched, potentially for years or decades, by any hands other than Sylvia's own on the long, lonely nights while she fantasized about the days when she used to get ploughed as vigorously and thoroughly as she deserved. No wonder she's so pent up. And so appreciative of the attention as you coax moans from her within seconds of getting your hands on her chest.

She bits her lip as you tell her exactly what's going to happen next, angling her neck to let you have access to her flesh freely. Her tits bouncing free again swung in the air. As you tip her over, her hands reach out and catch the work desk before the both of you. Her chest, as large and heavy as it was, spilled against the desk as well, though even pressed against the table's surface it seemed like it could still ripple and bounce and shake with the motions of your thrusts. Her tail moves, curling around your hips, hugging you against her. It wasn't tight, letting you move and control the pace of your actions as much as you wanted, but it was a constant reminder that you were wanted close, deep and intimate.

Her hips shake as she looks back over her shoulder, longingly at you, occasionally glancing towards the mirror to cheekily observe the sight of herself bent over as a man not her husband treats her as he desires. She lets out a loud gasp as you smack her ass. Everything from how she felt, looked and sounded... your cock needed no more incentive to be as hard and hot as it could get. As you press your cock against her entrance, it seems she's much inclined to feel the same. Despite having cum recently on your face, Sylvia's folds continue to drip fresh juices, her need for pleasure demanding more than just your tongue. Your cock was very much welcome within as her labia kissed at your tip, slathering it with her warmth and wetness as it all but begged for you to push deeper.

Fuck! She was even wetter on the inside. And she started to struggle to hold back her moans as you thrust into her. Her tail tightened against your back reflexively as her curves shook before your eyes. The table even rattled, its legs rocking against the floor, scratching and knocking against the wood. Neither your or Sylvia were in any position to stop this, both getting as carried away as you were with the sensation. So hopefully if any of this noise was reaching Hazel or Cotton, it wouldn't be clear enough to discern what it was.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Were he more capable of structured thought, Bryce might have pondered whether or not the incredible wetness around his shaft was the result of Sylvia's Water-typing. If he was capable of it. But while he might have loved to speculate on the wonderful variations of Hardnut's women in a more lucid moment, he had his prick buried in the voluptuous wife of the village's leader at that moment. Little more registered to him than thoughts of pleasure and its seeking, both for himself and for the woman beneath him, to whom he had promised a world's worth in his greedy pursuit to bed her. He might have been many unkind things, but a liar was not one of them. He had promised to bed Sylvia so thoroughly that she could not help but praise him with the same breath she had used to praise her husband in his youth. Anything less was unacceptable.

The swift crack of palm on flesh joined the cacophony of their love-making as Bryce lost himself in the moment, smacking the bountiful ass before him between the kinder clap of his hips meeting her cheeks. He felt more and more of her coiling insides kiss his maleness with every thrust until eventually his head met resistance and his balls could pendulum forward to clap against her thighs in the same motion of his strokes. He alternated with hungry eyes, glancing between the wave-like rippling of the MILF's heavy behind and the sight of her getting railed over the table in the mirror across from them, every expression and muffled cry etched into his memory as he took her hard and proper.

The tail around his waist reminded her not just of her need for good, hard dick, but also intimacy, and soon he leaned forward so she could feel his hard stomach against her back, deepening his angle of attack as he pushed against her and rutted her into the table. His words were hot on her neck as he did so, fighting to keep his voice down to not tip off the waiting company only a few rooms over.

"You like this? How your new stud fucks you? You better. This is what sex is from now on. What mating is. For you, for your daughter, and anyone else who catches my eye! I want you to remember it. Remember every, single, stroke. When you're tending to the townsfolk, when you're laying next to your husband! Always!"

[Lazy Kitsune]

Your hips drive forth with the eagerness born of conquest. A conquest that could steal away the reputation and love Xenarth had earned in his younger days and claim them for yourself. Each thrust of your cock was a stroke of a brush, painting over the memories Sylvia had of the pleasure brought upon her by her husband with new memories. Memories of you, claiming her, using her, owning her. Each time you drove into her depths, ushering more juices to flow out from between her legs, shaking the desk more, making her not just moan but start to squeal against the table and her futile attempts to muffle herself, you also drove in deep the feeling of your cock within her, shaping her to suit you and not her husband. It would be you that she thought of when she thought of lust. Of pleasure. Perhaps even of love.

Your hand against her ass carried with it the same message. That she was your woman, not his. If he wanted her, he should have done more to claim her. If that wasn't his interest anymore, than were you really stealing her away? Or were you just taking what was readily available? It would be crueller not to have her. To leave her without the fulfilment of taking your cock right to the core of her very depths.

As boastful as she had been of needing a vigorous lover to please in her in the past, her years of physical neglect had left her utterly at your mercy. Her face showed clearly how she had melted into the pleasure within the first few thrusts into her, and now you felt her trembling with each pound into her depths. Pinned as she was, however, she still showed signs of practiced skill that would back up her claims of being quite the lovemaker in her day. Her hips continued to roll themselves, as if by instinct, against your cock, wrapping her insides around you to full immerse you in the feeling of plunging into her.

As you lean in, her mouth widens into a broader smile as she lets out heavy, panting gasps. "Yes~" she cries out, having left a small pool of drool on the table, a few strands of which clung to her cheek. "Fuck! This is just what I nuh nuh nuh needed~" Her tail tightens against your further as she enjoys the feeling of your bodies pressed together. "Fuck! You're so... hmmph... full of energy..." her panting grows heavier. You would probably tire her out, if her need for you wasn't so great as to give her more energy herself just so that she could enjoy your relentless fucking of her body for longer. "I don't think... I could ever.... ever forget this Bryce! Keep going, don't stop! I need this! I need this so fucking badly!"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Thoughts of conquest certainly didn't ease the lust roiling away with Bryce as he took Sylvia right there in the tailor shop like a beast in heat. He couldn't help himself. Between the feeling of her tight, wet, welcoming pussy ringing him as though her life depended on it, the knowledge it was another man's wife he so vigorously fucked, the sounds she made despite herself—it was too fucking hot. He wanted more of it. More of the forbidden thrill that came with rutting the elder's wife. The pride that filled him knowing the poised, elegant lady of the town, to whom so many doubtlessly looked up to, was reduced to a drooling, mewling, gasping mess beneath him. The masculine need to measure up to the images she had painted in his mind with her soft voice and delicate touch, of a voracious minx who needed a hot young stud to satisfy her in a way she hadn't known since her days as a maiden.

He met her hips over and over and over as she rolled back against him, welcoming him as deep as deep went. His tip kissed her deepest parts every time he bottomed out, carving his shape into her and promising that the load to fill her would go exactly where her body wanted it. She had known motherhood before, her body was practically built for it. Maybe he could make her a mother again, and prove to her that he was more than capable of providing her with grandchildren down the line firsthand. That thought near enough sent him over the edge. A primal urge to knock up the prime specimen of womanhood that he had managed to pin down and conquer. A need he suspected he'd feel quite often with the beacons of fertility all over Hardnut Town.

But he hadn't promised to get her with child. He had promised to satisfy her. She cried out as much. Keep going, she said. She needed this. So he buried down that urge to fill her with his progeny. The need to blow the big, fat, sticky nut she had teased from him. Not until she got what she needed. Not until she was thoroughly satisfied.

His strokes continued their hard, measured pace, balls smacking Sylvia's sex like a swift metronome, each lewd, wet noise punctuating another mind-melting thrust as the table rocked beneath them and scraped further at the floor. Pinnacle of desirability as she might have been, it seemed as though she might yet tire under such a dedicated fucking. A testament to the greatness of her need that she seemed to persist just for the opportunity to continue feeling him within her. A practiced hand worked its way between her and the table, reaching to the cleft between her legs where the hardened bud of her clit awaited a deft touch to help the stubborn MILF along to toe-curling, back arching oblivion in the face of her new mate.

Only once he felt her tense beneath him and buck back against him did Bryce stop his efforts, pressing her down onto the table as she thrashed against him and tried to keep her voice under control, his comforting weight atop her providing all the intimacy she needed as he rocked along with her. And once that thrashing slowed, and she seemed to slacken beneath him did he offer her a deep, appreciative rumble. Hands braced on the sturdy table's top, he lifted himself off of her, still leaving most of his length inside her as he brought his hands, lovingly, across her sweaty back and ample hips, appreciating every curve of the lovely woman who had given herself over to him entirely in the hopes of quenching the fires in her loins.

And after that tender moment of appreciation, he grabbed at a hip and a thick thigh, and with a level of force he had only played at showing before, he hefted her up and flipped her in one smooth motion, so her back rested against the table and her hazy eyes could see ceiling instead of mirror and floor. Eyes roaming over the big, soft, glistening orbs that jiggled with the motion, Bryce wasted no time in gripping around the waist and scooting her down toward him, burying more of the heavy shaft he had just corkscrewed her atop into the tender folds he had just made his mark on. There were no words to accompany what followed. Everything that needed to be said had already been said.

A long, deep stroke followed another and another as Bryce took her for the second time in as many minutes, letting her bounce up and down across the table for his viewing pleasure, an utterly savage fucking that would carry on and on and on until Sylvia could take no more, and she truly looked as though she had been ravaged by a great virile Slaking as she dribbled his seed and panted his praises.