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Shuddering as they both came down from their climaxes, Bluebell tried to reorientate herself, but she felt small and soft. Fucking in public was always a rush, but after hard sex like this, she just wanted to be curled up in a soft bed. The soft kisses on her aching neck were helping. 

She could smell the change in his mood before he even spoke. “Don’t,” she groaned. Don’t regret me, please not that. Don’t regret that. I can’t take it. Aloud, she continued, “Fine. ‘m fine.”

Her earlier bravado had melted away as she stood there, stuffed full of his cock and leaking their combined fluids. Just a young woman, with more insecurities than sense. More brains than confidence.She had no idea what should happen next, what even could happen next.

Wayne winced as she said don’t so forcefully, nodding haltingly and rubbing at her hips gently.

At least he didn’t smell any blood. That was good, but there was still the fact that he’d done this, and he never meant to let it get this far.

Wayne sighed and rested his forehead on her shoulder.
“I have a real fucking problem.” He mutters, slowly pulling out of her with a hiss and sighing once more. He looked down to see the damage and groaned in a bit of renewed arousal as he saw copious amounts of his cum leaking from her used hole.

He felt a little of hers leaking from him, himself.

“Ngh, we’re a mess… Uhm…” he begins slowly, flushing deeply. “W-wanna come back to mine? I’ve got a good shower…” Get home first. Then freak out. Get home first. Then freak out. It was the mantra stuck in his head right now as panic threatened to overtake him.

Swaying, Bell braced her hands against the wall. Her tentacle limp between her legs and dripping cum. Her ass steadily leaking, she felt simply exhausted, “Is it close?”

Her voice was barely a whisper. More of a sigh, as she leaned her forehead on the brick. There was no way her tentacle was going into her leggings and it would take some time for it to retract back inside of her body. She DID NOT want to be in public like this. Not at all. 

Biting her lip and swallowing, she nodded. His place. Yeah, sure. It had to be closer than Evil Lair. Better than trying to ride her motorcycle like this. Better than having to explain her state to Minion. 

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Bell screamed out as he bit her already sore neck. Oh she was going to be covered in bruises but high off the pleasure she hardly cared. She’d wear them as proudly as she always had the ones she got from Wyn when she convinced her big sweet girl to be rough. Scrambling blindly against the wall as her feet left the ground under the force of the large man, Bell moaned as she felt her insides expand. God, she never though she could feel so full and he was still cumming. 

Head rolled to the side and eyes closed the blue woman shuddered as she came again. Her tentacle writhing in his tight ass and squirting out her second load. His hammering thrusts hitting her prostate and milking her dry. She didn’t think she’d ever cum quite that hard before, especially not so close together. 

Breathing hard, she really needed to come down, she wasn’t sure if her sore body could take much more pleasure as over stimulated as she was, “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, oooh god damnit, you fucking oooh.”

“Aahhhfuck…” Wayne groaned deeply as he felt her tentacle twitching and shooting inside of him, eyes rolling back as he enjoyed the feeling of being cum into immensely.

He’d never felt it like that before and god damn he was already addicted.

Panting roughly against Bluebell’s neck, he pulls his teeth from her flesh and begins to lick and gently suck at the sore area as they come down, not moving any more and closing his eyes against the throbbing behind his eyeballs.

The adrenaline high was wearing off, the frustration and the anger he’d had bleeding away in the wake of his climax.

And oh boy did it hit him like a fucking rock.

Breath catching in his throat, Wayne froze up for a few seconds before pressing his lips softly to her neck again and swallowing thickly.
“I-… You… Are, you.. Okay?” Wayne asks in a whisper, not trusting his voice to be steady.

What in the everliving fuck had he done?!

Shuddering as they both came down from their climaxes, Bluebell tried to reorientate herself, but she felt small and soft. Fucking in public was always a rush, but after hard sex like this, she just wanted to be curled up in a soft bed. The soft kisses on her aching neck were helping. 

She could smell the change in his mood before he even spoke. “Don’t,” she groaned. Don’t regret me, please not that. Don’t regret that. I can’t take it. Aloud, she continued, “Fine. ‘m fine.”

Her earlier bravado had melted away as she stood there, stuffed full of his cock and leaking their combined fluids. Just a young woman, with more insecurities than sense. More brains than confidence.She had no idea what should happen next, what even could happen next.

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Groaning, Bell sucked greedily on his fingers. The taste of herself lingered on them and only heightened her need. Finding purchase, she wiggled her tentacle deeper inside of him. So tight, just like her Wyn. From this angle she couldn’t get very deep, but it was a position she was used to, in fact, it was a favorite of hers. To fuck and be fucked at the same time. Rolling her tongue around Wayne’s fingers, her tentacle twisted inside of him. 

All of these sensations at once, the tongueing of his fingers and the sucking, the tight wet heat of her ass and the feeling of her firm tentacle twisting inside of him finished him. Hard.

Wayne let out a feral growling moan as he came, biting into her neck hard, pumping himself as deep as he could into her ass and filling her to the brim, and more.

He was crowding the woman firmly up against the wall, almost suffocatingly so but in the height of his pleasure, he couldn’t care, shuddering and leaning against an arm pressed against the wall as he rode out his orgasm.

Bell screamed out as he bit her already sore neck. Oh she was going to be covered in bruises but high off the pleasure she hardly cared. She’d wear them as proudly as she always had the ones she got from Wyn when she convinced her big sweet girl to be rough. Scrambling blindly against the wall as her feet left the ground under the force of the large man, Bell moaned as she felt her insides expand. God, she never though she could feel so full and he was still cumming. 

Head rolled to the side and eyes closed the blue woman shuddered as she came again. Her tentacle writhing in his tight ass and squirting out her second load. His hammering thrusts hitting her prostate and milking her dry. She didn’t think she’d ever cum quite that hard before, especially not so close together. 

Breathing hard, she really needed to come down, she wasn’t sure if her sore body could take much more pleasure as over stimulated as she was, “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, oooh god damnit, you fucking oooh.”

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Arching her back Bell crumbled under his onslaught, “Love it! Evil god, I love it!” 

Gasping it was hard to think. Every time he hit her prostate it pulled a strangled gasp from her. Her body taking him so much easier now, her puckered hole stretched around this cock. Tentacle wiggling and over-sensitive, it wound under Wayne’s balls, the firm tip pressing against his tight ring of muscle. It’s slickness letting it slide against him easily.

“Love corrupting you,” she gasped, “My slut!” she challenged him.

His hips stuttered hard as he felt the firm tip of her tentacle caressing his hole and grunted, trying to keep his pace the same as before even while that slick thing tried to wriggle it’s way into his ass.

“Fuck you.” Wayne snarls, lifting a hand and forcing two fingers deep into her mouth, panting harder as his pleasure spiked intensely when Bell’s tentacle actually pressed inside of him.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck!”

Groaning, Bell sucked greedily on his fingers. The taste of herself lingered on them and only heightened her need. Finding purchase, she wiggled her tentacle deeper inside of him. So tight, just like her Wyn. From this angle she couldn’t get very deep, but it was a position she was used to, in fact, it was a favorite of hers. To fuck and be fucked at the same time. Rolling her tongue around Wayne’s fingers, her tentacle twisted inside of him. 

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Bluebell thrashed under him as Wayne bit her neck and growled. Slamming her hands roughly into the wall as she bucked. His cock hitting something inside her hard that Wyn had only toyed with before, something deep enough it had been hard to reach with fingers and normal toys. Head thrown back, her tentacle twitched, tightening deep inside of her. With a last spasm, she gushed fluid, spraying the thick goopy cum out of the tip of her tentacle. It smeared around as her cock writhed in his hand, splattering both of them and the wall. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” Bell groaned, body twitching around his cock, tentacle still leaking readily.

“Jesus-!” Wayne gasps as Bell comes hard around him, and splatters them both with something that he hadn’t ever felt coming from Sheldon.

And that scent! It was even stronger than his lover’s. What in the hell was she?

“I hope you don’t think we’re done here.” He growls lowly, far from done himself. Without letting her have any time to come down, he pulls out all the way and slams back in hard and deep, starting to fuck her ever more roughly.

“Like that, huh? Like that you little slut?” Wayne hisses into her ear, biting her neck again and slamming into that spot deep inside. After a moment he leans back and uses both his hands to spread her ass cheeks wide, watching himself disappear into her shapely behind over and over. Fuuuck, what a sight. It set him much closer to coming than before and now he tugged her back onto every bruising thrust.

Arching her back Bell crumbled under his onslaught, “Love it! Evil god, I love it!” 

Gasping it was hard to think. Every time he hit her prostate it pulled a strangled gasp from her. Her body taking him so much easier now, her puckered hole stretched around this cock. Tentacle wiggling and over-sensitive, it wound under Wayne’s balls, the firm tip pressing against his tight ring of muscle. It’s slickness letting it slide against him easily.

“Love corrupting you,” she gasped, “My slut!” she challenged him.