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“Oh, Zander.” The succubus moaned, fixing her heels into the astral earth to elevate their pelvises, spreading their legs wider so that I could sink that much deeper. I was pressing against the end of the nymph, her anal aperture throbbing with her heart, its cadence diminishing as the pain washed from her with the last of her innocence. “He is so big!” The nymph cried, an expression of astonishment on her face. “But you interracial can take it.” The succubus hissed, grinding her hips, directing the motions of the nymph atop her. They looked back at me then, the succubus with her mouth agape and her violet eyes burning, the nymph biting her lip demurely, her brows furrowed in an expression of complete surrender. A duality of lusts, of lechery and vulnerability, of one who would devour me like a meal, and the other who would open herself to be conquered. “Please Zander…” The nymph whispered. “…fuck me.” The succubus finished. I did. I pulled back, and surged forward again, and again, and again; smashing my crotch against them, burying myself into their delicate nethers, lurching their bodies with every thrust to sound a duet of cries, one low and sultry, one high and pleading, but both of the same voice. The nymph was like a doll atop her twin, her body useless with pleasure, succumbing so easily to me. The succubus grinded for the both of them, pressing them both against me to meet my every thrust, the force of our impacts sending delectable ripples across their feminine fat. The succubus unwound her tail from beneath her, and drove the tip into my ass. She lanced through me Brunette blowjob like a seeking arrow, and found her mark. I smashed into them with a fervency, causing their eyes to widen, their mouths to gape, their backs to arch, their busts squishing wetly together, the nipples erect and leaking. They gyrated against each other, no longer trying to move in contest with me, but amateur simply pressing their clits as I ruined the holes beneath them, their nether lips taut and thin around my girths, stretching from their pelvic floors like sucking mouths. My eyes fell upon the pink aperture revealed between the nymph’s clapping cheeks, the center dilating every time I drove into her. I caught her gaze once more, and I saw in those green depths a limitless desire to be plundered and spoiled. “Please…” she mouthed, unwilling to give voice to her filthy wish. I grabbed her by the pliant fat of her ass, and drove both thumbs into her wanting shithole. Her head flung backward, her hair splaying in a blonde arc, her neck striating to yield one grateful masochistic squeal. The succubus laughed heatedly, gripping the ram-horns of her twin to force her head further back, separating their jiggling busts. She took the nipple of one petite breast into her mouth, and nursed from the nymph as I burrowed my thumbs to the bottom knuckles, and pulled apart, revealing the abhorrent ruby channel that so contrasted the gentle alabaster flesh surrounding it, like parting an innocent façade to reveal the true whore inside. I could feel the spasm that lanced through the nymph from within the succubus, and she could feel it tenfold. She clenched around me in a vice-hold of lewd muscles, rolling along my length to milk me into her. Her tail relentlessly tortured my prostate, and she watched me from her evil violet eyes, her mouth rotating about the nipple she handjob tenderly feasted upon. It was time. I accelerated to a fervent pace, my body burning with exertion, compelled relentlessly by the lust that stayed my exhaustion. Feminine nectar squelched from the ovules I violated, slickening their brutal impaling, my tips finding the convulsing bottoms of the women, their walls closing in around me. The succubus lost her equanimity at the end, and her head fell against the astral floor so that she could cry out again and again, her voice high and desperate, but nowhere near the shrill tenor of her twin, the nymph who was lost in the mania of her ecstasy, screaming at the sky with unseeing eyes. Her slender back flexed in shadows, her narrow waist twisted about her wide hips, her anus clenched around my invading thumbs, and her cunt seized about my cock, trapping me within her. I plastered myself against them, the ecstasy lancing through my loins, the pressure building, building, building, then bursting! With a heave, I emptied myself into them, joining our voices in a final crescendo. The pleasure exploded in my cunt. Their eyes were wide with fear. Right as she was about Brunette to punch me, I moved right out of the way in the nick of time. Both also wore thigh high stocking, and 3 inch white pumps. He’s the one in power, and the one that’s oppressing. I was dying to just push her head down to my swimsuit and just slide it off, she had to feel how hard my cock was right now, but I just continued playing with that wild red hair. It took me a moment to process what he just said, “Oh.. Brandon pensively stared at her for a long moment, mainly at her nipples, before asking “What made you agree to this?” I let him know that I’m going to set him up with enough people to make this a handjob less amateur daunting task. Immediately my eyes moved to her cleavage, to the swell of her tits. My tongue caressed her as my pussy blowjob grew hotter and hotter. “What is your...?” I won’t except no for an interracial answer.” I stood and she reached for my stiff cock.