𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑳𝑬~

And all Eve desires is her slut to get her off forever. Perhaps she would allow Ryne. But she also would love to see Gaia get territorial over her favorite meat. OR to see Gaia force Ryne's head down on it. Who knows.~

She need not feel bad. She need only feel that giant rod rearranging her insides and pumping inside her body. Covering her in a healthy amount of sticky demonic baby batter.~ There is nothing to focus on but her loving owner and her pleasure.~

She crawls, holding her breath, trying to get her brain stupid enough to let her cum... ...but all she manages to do is collapse into a pile in front of Eve's heels, fingers desperately pumping as the goth 𝑚𝑒𝑤𝑙𝑠 for them to offer release...

Ryne can do what everyone else does when Eve shows off the talents of her trained slut. Shut up and touch themselves to the sight of a 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 woman pushing the Oracle onto their cock~

Public, private, it doesn't matter... She'll give whatever show it takes if it will make her mistresses cock throb just that much 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆~

She had best hurry. Beg. Try to hump at her owner's leg. Lest she misses out on her owner's touch, her owner's length, her owner's aggression. So close, yet so far.~

Having her owner's rod hovering just above her head. Faint lipstick marks visible from their last bout. Showing Gaia had taken it to the base... She better hurry and climax. The punishment if she doesn't will be for Eve to pleasure herself while Gaia watches next.~

Her hips were made for a reason. To dance on her Mistress rod when her owner feels lazy and wants a private show. Or a public one. To see the slut others desire but may not touch.~ To want a taste and be forever denied.