It took a while before Elana stopped pumping, her hips moving up and down in a mesmerising rhythm. She kept sucking on Moira’s face, biting her wife’s lips and exploring the mouth with her tongue.
The nice ambience of her sister’s desperate screaming fueled Elana even more. She loved it but knew it was time to stop.
Not because Elana was done, no. It was time for the second act. She had more to show to her sister before fucking Mary’s cunt and chaining her somewhere for Elana to drink.
Remembering how tasty Mary was didn’t sit well with Elana. She tasted Moira’s spit one last time before rolling off of her wife.
The barbed dildo plopped out of their holes, completely wet in their happiness. Elana sighed, suddenly feeling her body empty. It was both refreshing and disappointing. She wanted to stay connected with Moira, but that was for later.
Lazily, Elana turned her head, finding a large, pink nipple in front of her. The large breast trembled as her wife breathed, still unconscious from the hard fuck she had gone through. She opened her lips and wondrously nibbled on the treat, enjoying the feeling of her tongue circling around the stiff nub.
Elana realised she looked like a baby but would punish anyone making such a claim. Harshly. Maybe she should do it publicly – just to see reactions and see if anyone would disrespect her for loving her wife. It was something to consider.
When Moira’s breathing became quicker, Elana stopped. She stretched, feeling a pleasant exhaustion pass through her bones. Her eyelashes trembled as she blinked away the bit of sleepiness that had seeped into her body. She decided to leave her Holy Saintess in a state of arousal.
It was time to see what else was happening in the room. Elana sat up, checking on her other girls, knowing she would enjoy the sight.
Mary was still held down. She was struggling to free herself from Cinthia’s clutches. The bodyguard’s limbs were wrapped around Elana’s sister as she was still used as a pleasure tool. The redhead kept grunting while humping Mary’s bottom, their flesh slapping together.
Behind them, Catarina was still in a daze. Her long violet hair scattered over the floor, reaching the spot where Mary’s juices were pooling. The strands were now wet, too, and the girl was slowly inching closer to the forbidden water.
“You shouldn’t drink that,” Elana warned while climbing out of the ruined bed. Her bare feet hit the cool ground, and she looked at the double-ended dildo they had used, wondering if she should use it on other girls.
In the end, Elana decided against it. The bits of blood on the tool’s shaft were proof of her and Moira’s lost virginity. She would rather not use it on other girls. Besides, she doubted it would fit inside Catarina. The girl was too petite for it. And she needed a girthier one for Cinthia.
As for Mary…
Elana’s measured steps took her closer to her sister, who stopped howling. She sobbed, trying to speak and failing.
“My, my, my,” Elana stopped in front of her helpless sister. “Who do we have here. Did you enjoy the show?” She used her feet to slap Mary’s snotty cheek. “Gross.” She wiped it in her sister’s hair.
Mary stuttered before losing her breath and beginning to cry again. Her body went limp, finally stopping the resistance. She now served as a sobbing masturbation doll for Cinthia.
“I have more to show,” Elana felt elated from seeing her sister like that. She slowly circled in front of the two girls, knowing Mary’s eyes followed her. “After all, I know how much you enjoyed watching me and Moira fuck.” Her eyes were drawn to the pool between Mary’s legs.
Elana suddenly felt very thirsty. She had sweat a lot. Maybe just a bit-
Forcefully, Elana averted her eyes. “Just look at how much you produced. Was it because of how much you liked seeing my virginity being torn away?”
There was just a helpless sob. Mary had problems breathing. While she was still, Elana could tell her sister still had not given up. The light in her eyes was dangerous.
And that was what made it fun. “Lick it!” She suddenly stuffed her feet under Mary’s face. “Lick it like the dog you are.” Her heartbeat quickened from the thought of her sister serving as their pet. “LICK!” She kicked Mary’s chin, forcing her toe between her lips.
Mary’s teeth grazed against Elana’s toenail. The brunette blinked, not knowing what to do. Elana could tell her sister wanted to taste her beloved sister’s skin. But she also knew Mary wasn’t satisfied by being treated like this.
It didn’t matter.
“LICK!” Elana kicked again, her toes hitting Mary’s lips and forcefully parting her teeth. She continued to push, stuffing her feet as far as she could, filling her sister’s mouth. “That’s right. Lick.” She felt tingles run through her body as Mary’s tongue began cleaning her sole and the in-between her toes.
“That’s right,” Elana’s hands played with her pert nipples. She saw Mary’s pupils follow Elana’s nipple movement. “You are not my sister anymore. I will just you and abuse you as I please.” She moved her feet in and out of Mary’s mouth, fascinated by the way her sister’s cheeks ballooned when she re-entered.
“And I will use you as a fountain,” Elana’s thoughts slipped out. “I will chain you and make you crawl wherever I go. And I will use you to quench my thirst.” She licked her lips.
It was strange, and Elana knew her mind had been warped by Mary’s pussy juices. But she didn’t care. It was hot. Her own sister transformed into a faucet. Elana wanted it. “It’s your own fault for getting me addicted.” She forced her foot back inside Mary’s mouth, making her gag.
“We have so much fun ahead of us…” Elana’s gaze wandered again, stopping at Catarina. “And it is now your turn.”
Meanwhile, Cinthia just watched. Her depths had never burnt so strongly. She loved watching her Mistress abusing these holes. She just wished someone would stuff her. But she could wait. She would wait.
