Cresseida's hold on my thighs gets weaker, her dazed, blissful gaze mellowing her initial fierceness without diminishing her glutton sucking.
Continuing her tongue-job with abandon, the starved Librarian is intoxicated with the rushing euphoria of my relentless effort, mercilessly drilling her throat, shoving my manhood to the hilt.
The lewd squelching noise is paired with her submissive gagging, breathlessly drooling in a lustful lullaby.
The Young Sophomore spying at the entrance can't believe her own eyes, an Elderly Impure Figure of her House is willingly on her knees, subserviently pleasuring the Pure Scion of another Family, playing the role of a prostitute with a more convincing allure than a professional courtesan would do.
I stare fleetingly at Cadrissa with a debonair smirk, freezing her in place as our eyes meet.
She doesn't panic after being spotted, but is struggling about how to react, hesitation clashing against her curiosity, not wanting to divert her mesmerized sight from the raw, lecherous obscenity unfolding steps away.
Looking down, i hold Cresseida's nape with my left hand, patting and combing her lustrous hair with my right, dominating the mature Librarian through tender suppression, reducing her to a docile, compliant pet.
"You are perfect". I state, pulling Cresseida's hair, unsheathing my drooled virility from her mouth, smearing the woman's face, rubbing my shaft against her cheeks.
Gasping, she complains weakly. "I… , I should be leading, Young Gentleman". Her lips reach for the tip of my cock, pecking me with vehement lovelorn, tangling me with a masterful motion, replicating and improving the previous jerking of her tongue-job.
{Power, Status, Age and Hair, are limitations that made the inhabitants of Loutharn prone to solitude, regardless of their actual prowess. Truth be told. No one wants to be alone, even if sometimes we need our period of isolated seclusion to rediscover ourselves…}.
The expression of absolute rejoice shown by Cresseida, is breathtaking, her coquettish youthful giggle dissonant with her usual stern maturity, more so with how dirty and slimy her face has become.
"Leading?. Are you sure, Librarian?". My smuggling tease ashames Cresseida, who has a quivering voice, eager to surrender and experience the pleasure i probably deliver to her yesterday.
"Please, Vurckair…". She raggedly pleades, ceasing her oral service to sit on my lap, rubbing her labia against my phallus, but hinting she wants something else. "You stop yesterday, don't do it ever again. I can take anything you desire to explore. Make it worth, not minding about my pain".
Nervousness is lingering on Cresseida. We may be together once, though i'm unable to remember the event.
Waving her hand, she cleans her face with Emts, kissing me, pressing her bosom on my chest, trembling as her nipples graze my skin, intensifying her overflowing cravings with impassive desires.
Smacking her bountiful rear, the voiceless command is instilled, handling her with a firm grasp, guiding her hips, and spreading open her ass cheeks, knocking the rosebud sealed entrance with my hardened bulbous virility, sparking a fierce fire in Cresseida, along inspiring interest on Cadrissa, who has her pink irises locked on the pending union.
The wait is not without foundation, spreading my natural lube before the incersion, ensuring the path is clean, reducing the future discomfort Cresseida will sense.
Buy only a little, as she was fair and straight about wanting to undergo the real deal of anal sex.
Messing with her, i perform a few fake tries of penetration, rubbing my shaft along her ass rack, inconspicuously piercing her puckered, now gaped asshole.
A disbelieved, breathless gasp escapes Cresseida's mouth, shortening our kiss, squirming uncontrollably between my arms.
Drunk in pleasure, the Librarian doesn't falter her self imposed task, attending me with a rhythmical swaying, yielding to the ecstasy proportionated by her own submissive pelvic dance.
Her fingers ruffle my hair, whimpering dimly with the spank landing on her left buttock, my six fingers hand imprinted in a reddened shade over her whitish flesh.
A loud gasp resonates in the shower, but is not the Librarian. It comes from Cadrissa, her hand half covering her astonished face, absentmindedly muttering "«Branded»", as if it were a sort of taboo.
Nevertheless, Cresseida interprets the slap as an order, accelerating her riding with renewed impetus.
I kiss the Librarian, lifting her hair to expose the hickey on her nape, dismaying Cadrissa, who touches her own nape, and trails her neck, circling a spot in her collarbone.
Engrossed in pleasing me, Cresseida allows me to turn her around, closing her eyelids, trembling with the ephemeral corkscrew motion on her rectum.
The Librarian's gigantic bare breast are in full display for the Young Sophomore, who is fearful of being discovered by her Elder, yet, she doesn't flee, staying to peep on the rough groping of Cresseida's breast, along the caring fingering of her soaked pussy, bullying her clit with vibrating fingers, a trick i replicate with my dick, provoking a sensual moan in my partner.
She observes the spying youngster, both stunned after erasing the veil of plausible denial they had. Which gets heated with my lips hovering Cresseida's collarbone, biting her harshly, leaving a hickey on the mirroring area that Cadrissa was touching on her body.
The two females are entrailed with the other, shame, lust and a lewd cacophony clashing in a libidinous choreography that reaches a high peak with the Librarian's second orgasm, squirting a bursting stream on the bathtub, splashing the water, dispersing part of the steam, clearing the previous opacity in the shower.
"More. Don't stop. Use me, Vurckair!". The Elderly Woman murmurs with labored panting, her hand wrapping my hair, eagerly making out with me, but maintaining her eyes on Cadrissa.
Too far gone in the bliss of another climax, is the ideal moment to strike the Librarian with an electric shock, evoking an uncontrollable spasm in her sphincter, frenetically rocking her hips, impaling herself on my cock.
{Electrons are dangerous, not activating the Bodsh. Perhaps Verulkya gave me the Scroll to learn the Emeneld for this very reason}.
Invigorated by my discovery, i coax Cresseida with guttural groans, not holding the pleasure she imparts on me, releasing a blasting ejaculation, glazing the Librarian's ravaged asshole.
"We need another shower". I tease, nibbling Cresseida's neck.
"Later. I have a few hours before my shift".
{Looks like i gain a kinky nympho…}.