You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch Pt. 03

... vocals. Holding the blanket tight, she could have sworn both voices were oddly recognizable.

Reaching the door, Jenna slowly pushed it open, peering through the crack. The room itself was rather bare bones, a small wooden table, chair, and some primitive shelves being the only real furniture. Near the back of the room was a statue of a woman similar to those outside. Yet, a notable difference lay in the massive erection jutting out from its pelvis. In some ways, it looked much like the savage herself, only more elegant due to the marble make. Around the room, a large number of berries were contained in baskets: the blue ones Jenna had seen before, as well as a new, red variety.

While such things were of interest at first, they paled in comparison to the center of the rustic abode. A pile of furs served as a form of mattress, making a more luxurious sleeping station than that of the fruit hut. But what drew Jenna's eye most of all was not the mattress, but what was occurring atop it.

There upon the blankets, two figures fucked like wild beasts. One woman was on all fours, her large, pale breasts barely restrained by a fur bikini as she was throttled from behind. Her red hair was long and wild, obscuring the finer details of her face. Mouth hung wide open and tongue protruding out in abject bliss, the feral figure released loud, unrestrained, feral moans. A pair of firm, lightly-tanned hands gripped upon the woman's waist, both attached to the familiar, raven-haired ...

... savage who had brought Jenna there. Gianna's cock slammed into the woman's twat roughly, loud slaps echoing in the room with every collision. The redhead's voice cracked, an air of desperation underlying every utterance as the wild futa thrusted into her with her whole length.

"F-fuck, yes, don't stop, oh don't you fucking stop, ooooooooh fuck me! Fuck your little jungle slut!"

Though every fiber of Jenna's mind desired for her to look upon this in horror, her body begged to differ. The sight of the jungle queen's monstrous member stretching out the woman released butterflies in Jenna's stomach. A gasp turned into heavy breaths, her loins heating up despite herself. Rubbing her thighs together to try and stop the desire, the opposite effect ensued. Instead of calming down, her sex grew wetter with every self-caress. How could anyone... how could anyone live like this... such degeneracy was...

"YES, oh yes please Gianna, breed your little jungle slut~"

As the jungle queen's thrusts picked up, her growls grew louder. The redhead's moans turned to screams, the depth of her lover's assault indicated by the slightest of bulges. Gianna held onto the woman's arms, pulling her back as she continued to ram inside. The woman's ample bust swung violently with the increased intensity, finally breaking free of the primitive top with a strong bounce. The perfect, pale globes leapt from their confines, their forms perky and nipples erect with excitement. Eyes rolling back, the ...