Jenny's secretions flowed freely from her canal and Belle greedily lapped them up as she teased Jenny's folds with her tongue. Breaths became short and ragged for the blonde wife as the convict slammed his rod down her throat with a fury she had come to love. Between the criminal's cock, Belle's expert tongue and the myriad of lust floating around the room Jenny's nub was easy for the redhead to find, and the other woman teased around it causing Jenny to squirm in need.
"Look at you - the head of the mighty Fitzgerald family, my obedient little bitch." The room resounds with the sound of his fat palm striking her ass. "Maybe I should hurry up and knock you up right now? Let my family usurp the Fitzgerald legacy forever..." He pulls aside her thong. "Would you even try to stop me?" He thrusts forward, and Vanessa feels the man's cock splitting apart the walls of her ass.
"Indeed. Then we should try our best to keep things peaceful. I'd be so saddened if you came to harm." Despite the fact they've only just met, Sonata feels like the mysterious woman's care for him is almost infinite, like she'd never let him get hurt. "We can try to talk to Constantin, with whatever consequences that might carry. Or..." She leans in, her lips only inches from his, with just a thin layer of fabric in the way. "We can forget all about Constantin tonight, and you can come home with me..."
Jenny experiences yet another psychic backlash, though this one is easier to deal with thanks to the drug and the fact that she isn't trying to resist it, feeling herself flooded with a thousand lustful thoughts and fantasies. Gasping, she's pulled off of the man's cock, sharing another kiss with her redheaded workout partner, before being turned around, made to feel like a puppet as she's tossed about and pulled to her hands and knees. As she feels the man's length shoved deep into her womanhood, Jenny realises that in his mind, the man's fucking Psychana, imagining her as her superhero counterpart without realising the two are one and the same time. As she feels his hand strike her ass hard, she experiences the fury and lust of his vengeance - imagining how it would be even more intense if he knew the truth.
The boys need little encouragement, as they lower their faces to her chest. Faye feels herself spasming in orgasmic pleasure, as they greedily suck at her nipples to drink down her milk - though their powers have yet to wear off. The blonde feels Mantis tugging aside the bottom of her leotard, before the head of her whip - a thick, bulky piece of gold, enters her asshole.
"Ah!" Jenny squealed as the man's hand impacted her ass. The blonde wife shifted her body and reached behind her where she pressed her palm to the back of the man's neck. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, sweat forming around her body as he thrust into her gripping cunt.
The sleazebag eagerly pounds the heiress through her apartment, driving her from orgasm to orgasm, but soon he changes tactics. Like Melchett, he basks in her humiliation, witholding the pleasure from her until she willingly begs for it.
Though he doesn't think she's the heroine he hates and lusts after, the gangster sinks further and further into his fantasy, growing rougher and pounding Jenny with ruthless ferocity, his grunts rising in volume as he fucks her without any signs of slowing down. Jenny catches a mental image of Psychana, beaten and with her costume torn in some dingy alley, as the gangster takes out all his frustration on her.
Erik kisses back, Mantis eagerly eating her out as she begins to fuck her ass with the whip handle, the two boys taking their time to caress and lick her nipples.
"Good..." Tatiana smiles warmly in pleasure, her beautiful face promising all sorts of pleasure, though there's a hint of disappointment, too. It doesn't stop her from grabbing his hand and pulling him from the box, not waiting for the show to end, and leading him downstairs. Sonata gets a few strange looks as some show goers on their way back from the bathroom catch sight of him in his costume, but since he's with a beauty of some sort, they seem to assume he's a performer of some sort, enjoying the company of a female patron, and look at him with undisguised jealousy. Soon, they're in a beautiful if archaic limousine, an unseen chauffeur driving them through the city. Tatiana makes small talk with him, words so charming and voice so enthralling that he has to struggle against getting too comfortable and telling her something about his true identity. Finally, the car bumps, and Tatiana is pushed against him in the seat, not pulling away, but letting her hand glide across his chest, as her face draws close to his. "I hope you don't find me too forward... There's just something so...intoxicating about you." The praise fills sonata with pride, and he feels her plump ruby lips press against his neck.
"Oh fuck..." Jenny muttered as the criminal continued to assail her pulverized pussy with his cock. "S-so hot. So fucking hot..."
(Sorry, I meant to write 'his apartment')
Jenny feels herself tightening in orgasm as the man imagines her pregnant with his child, and soon he's filling her up with his hot cum. Needs sated, the gangster shoves his cock in her mouth once more, making her clean him, before pulling away, leaving her entangled with Belle. Unlike her husband, the man sees her as a piece of meat, and has no use for her now.