[This definitely isn't a pity fuck. Audrey doesn't really understand the use or situations which might result in a pity fuck. It's a very foreign concept to her and she has no desire to understand it. She was, in fact, the toy but that didn't mean she felt as if she couldn't say no to something! That, if anything, should be way more important but ... Guys are really such dumbasses, and they have to focus on incredibly strange things.
But none of it keeps her from orgasming, not even that incredibly drawn out word, which sounds a little awkward to her ears. When she tries to tell him that he doesn't have to last all that comes out is a hopeless moaning noise. They're both in that last stretch and she moves as fast and hard as possible until she feels that final little bit of control snap in her, and she cums.
And it's so good. Really, who knows why he worries so much! It's beyond her.]
[More often than not the reaction to those particular thrusts is the difference between mother and daughter. Junko really does feel as if she's being wrenched at in a strange way with every single thrust, and it all but threatens to knock her eyes out of her head. It always leaves her sore and immobile for a good few hours, and it was an issue she couldn't seem to reconcile no matter what she tried. But right now it's ... She's definitely being skidded forward a bit, but it doesn't hurt. She takes it almost as easily as their mother, with only a slight, hiccuping pained sound that is an anomaly.]
I -- [What was she going to say? 'I love you' or something? Who knows, it feels like he's flooding every single meaningful depth in her body and it's almost enough to make her arms give out under her. For Junko there's no such thing as words or sentences, just his cum and her own, which only helps to create a bigger mess between them. It's - she won't be done for another good few seconds, shaking all over and trying to keep from writhing unmanageably.]
laughs ironically because Veronica beats them all out on a technicality
But none of it keeps her from orgasming, not even that incredibly drawn out word, which sounds a little awkward to her ears. When she tries to tell him that he doesn't have to last all that comes out is a hopeless moaning noise. They're both in that last stretch and she moves as fast and hard as possible until she feels that final little bit of control snap in her, and she cums.
And it's so good. Really, who knows why he worries so much! It's beyond her.]
[More often than not the reaction to those particular thrusts is the difference between mother and daughter. Junko really does feel as if she's being wrenched at in a strange way with every single thrust, and it all but threatens to knock her eyes out of her head. It always leaves her sore and immobile for a good few hours, and it was an issue she couldn't seem to reconcile no matter what she tried. But right now it's ... She's definitely being skidded forward a bit, but it doesn't hurt. She takes it almost as easily as their mother, with only a slight, hiccuping pained sound that is an anomaly.]
I -- [What was she going to say? 'I love you' or something? Who knows, it feels like he's flooding every single meaningful depth in her body and it's almost enough to make her arms give out under her. For Junko there's no such thing as words or sentences, just his cum and her own, which only helps to create a bigger mess between them. It's - she won't be done for another good few seconds, shaking all over and trying to keep from writhing unmanageably.]