The Tower's shower is spacious, but not private, a decision typical of the perverted, lustful Landlady.
Inside, the thermal silhouette of a woman is barely perceptible, the sound of her beating heart is diminished by the running water of a decorative fountain, releasing misty steam clogging the cream marble of the room.
Stealthily, i approach the woman relaxing in the luxurious bathtub, embracing her with my left arm, and clasping her mouth using my right. "You are not paying attention, Cresseida". I whisper huskily, nibbling her left ear, and pecking her nape, before marking her with a rough hickey.
The Librarian moans dimly, as my hand right remains covering her mouth, muffling the following lewd whimper, as my embracing hand goes down, pinching hard the stiff little bud at the top of her intimate folds.
Her horny gaze is striking, but not as stimulating as her large mammaries show the rigidity of her nipples.
Releasing Cresseida's mouth, i subdue her lips with a heated kiss.
"You are very bad, Young Gentleman…". She says raggedly. "Sneaking into the showers to scare me". Her scolding attitude is a mere instinctual facade, turning around to resume with our snogging.
I get rid of the Adarga (Burgundy Bodysuit), while Cresseida uses her Emts. Not to directly clean me, as she grooms my body with soap, along shampoo, and a scented oil to take care of my indigo hair.
The touch of Cresseida is focused on my broad shoulders and ripped pecs, while the Emts attend the rest of my anatomy with fervent tenderness.
Warm water rinses me, removing the soap's foam as i sit on the edge of the bathtub. The Librarian's fingers roaming my thighs.
"Yesterday's night you did what you wanted with me, taking my Virginity on the terrace, in front of them. Today it's my turn to enjoy you, Vurckair…".
I didn't expect that revelation, but it explains why Verulkya was so demanding and insistent.
{Jealousy is so problematic. Except when inspires healthy competition among my affairs…}.
Laying back, my cock stands tall and proud, the tip towering over the bathtub's water, brushing Cresseida's smothering breasts, she is kneeling in the water, leaning closer, partially hugging my manhood.
She straddles me, as her hands trail my silhouette, resting ephemeraly on my chest, teasing the sides, tickling me with her dainty fingers dancing between my ribs.
Her mouth leaves mine, as her long reptilian tongue licks my chin and neck, tracing down a meandering path of saliva.
The glossy translucent route reaches my abs, the Librarian's plump lips making out with my defined muscles
"You taste so good, Young Gentleman". She whispers with breathless sexiness, which is accentuated with a sultry hiss.
I tuck a lock of the wet untied hair of Cresseida, puzzled about what flavor she is talking about, because my lube is tasteless.
Ignoring the question, i appreciate the stern, mature horny face of the Librarian, blushing intensely, as her green eyes are glued at me, focused on learning the different responses of my reactions.
She is salivating beyond reason, trying to taste each part of me, every savor that might be hiding in my skin, finally lowering herself to wander her tongue along my girthy shaft.
Drops of precum sprout from the tip, she hungrily pecks the bulbous head of my cock, smearing her lips with the viscous liquid, spreading it evenly across my virility.
All lubed, Cresseida licks her lips, opening her mouth wide to effortlessly engulf half of my dick, sucking hard, creating a vacuum inside her oral cavity, her tongue enveloping my shaft like a boa constrictor.
The tightly sealed imprisonment is issued along a marvelous inner tongue-job like i've never felt before.
Not only is Cresseida's tongue long, thin, soft, and flexible, it's incredibly strong, perhaps above of what her hands are capable of, understandable, as she has features and tendencies related to a venomous viper.
The drool begins to accumulate in her mouth, sucking and gulping harder on my rigid flesh, accommodating my entire manhood down her throat.
{Does all women of the Cresset House have this wonderful characteristic?…}.
Her teeth sink slightly in my cock, the bite is a clear warning about putting my whole attention on her.
Though the idea involving the Cresset House wasn't unfounded, as the Young Sophomore, Cadrissa, is frozen at the shower's entrance, watching the steamy scene with incredulous disbelief.
Which means Ines must be doing the same through her Gaseous Summon, just like Verulkya's new Summon is doing.
{Why can i see Verulkya's, but not Ines's?. Is the Hot Aunt allowing me to know what is she doing due to hearing my talk with the Barking Bitch about consent. Or is this entirely related to not having Spirituality?}.
Considering Cresseida is unaware of the Summons, and can't perceive Cadrissa's presence, it can't be a simple topic.
Placing my hands on the Librarian's head, i gather and secure her lustrous hair, softly whispering the situation to my Partner. "We have an audience. Your niece is the wildest of the three".
Cresseida doesn't understand completely, and with good reason. Cadrissa isn't her direct niece, but a great-niece or something along the line.
"The bumping Sophomore". I emphasize, before slamming my hips forth, working in tandem with the pressure over Cresseida's nape, forcing her to gobble the entire length of my virility till the hilt, my testicles slapping her chin, her hands grasping my thighs, sinking her nails in my flesh, a challenge to be rougher with her.
Brimful passion ignites the boiling blood in my veins, impassively rocking my pelvis, vibrating my cock, enhancing the pleasant sensation another fold.
The velvet slippery contact is marvelous and frantic, changing once again when the Librarian tenses her narrow throat, climaxing at being used as a Fleshlight cock sleeve.
The added tightness of the moistened passage is synchronized with the sloppy blurry mess Cresseida's expression has become.
Sweat, tears and saliva glossing, and glowing up her delicated mature face, not letting her go too far from my crotch, the unbalance in power totally shifting to my grasp, as her chocking gags are a reminder of her newfound liking for submission, delighted with being stuffed and suffocated with my vanquishing manhood…