Chapter 135: Filling greedy Stussy. Meeting Shakky. (R-18)
He impaled her relentlessly as she cried out for more, her moans echoing with desperate need.
Their bodies collided in a raw, unrestrained symphony of lust, the rhythm of their debauchery stretching on for hours.
Stussy eventually lay sprawled and motionless on the floor, utterly spent—her flawless skin marked with the evidence of Lakeman's rough and dominating passion. Every hole of hers overflowed with his thick essence, dripping slowly onto the polished floor beneath her.
Nearby, Robin, Lily, and Hancock—who had only tasted a lesser share of Lakeman's merciless pounding—were still conscious, albeit barely. Their bodies trembled, slick with sweat and the scent of sex heavy in the air.
The three beauties gathered their strength, determined to tend to their master. Wordlessly, they supported him, guiding his exhausted but satisfied form toward the grand bath chamber, leaving the ravaged Stussy behind, still twitching with aftershocks of her ruin.
But even that wasn't enough to keep the perfect spy down for long.
Minutes later, Stussy stirred, her legs trembling as she rose shakily, fluids still leaking from her abused form.
Gritting her teeth through the soreness, she followed them with staggering determination—her pride as Lakeman's devoted spy-slut refusing to let her fall behind. She caught up just as they were entering the steaming bath.
Lakeman lounged against the edge of the bathing pool, his head nestled comfortably in Hancock's lap. Her long fingers combed through his hair, gently washing away sweat and lingering traces of their lustful battle.
The contrast of her serene movements and the raw chaos they'd just endured made the moment strangely intimate.
Stussy stepped in, her legs wobbling but her eyes burning with devotion.