He tormented them both.
The tail moved lazily between them — teasing one cunt, flicking across the other — while both women shook apart against his sides.
Their knees trembled so violently he could feel the vibrations through his own ribs.
Their orgasms built with no release.
Rihanna's thighs clamped shut around his forearm desperately.
Her fingers lost grip on her boot.
Her leg dropped slightly.
He let it.
His hand simply squeezed her ass harder.
The old woman's voice climbed into a register no living person should produce.
"AAAIIIEE~♡♡♡~!! HAAANGH~♡~!! IT'S— IT'S INSIDE— GODS— IT'S TOO DEEP— I'M GOING TO—♡♡~!!"
Victor sank himself to the root.
Once.
Twice.
PAAAH!! PAAAH!!
"HAAIYAANGH~♡♡~!! NIEENGHHT~♡~!! OOOOHHNNGH~♡♡♡~!!"
Then he held it.
Still.
Buried.
Her ancient, wrecked asshole seized around his base in a violent, rhythmic clench.
She was coming.
Her whole frail body shook like a plucked string.
