Some Random Smut Collection(R18+)

Description: Caster Artoria thought she could spike Ritsuka with aphrodisiacs and keep him all to herself, but Morgan is on the hunt to claim their master just as much. Maybe they can find a way to figure out who 'deserves' their lust-wracked summoner more.

Ritsuka's heart was racing as he locked himself up in the room, breath tense, every nerve in his body lit up with the throbbing confusion and the panic of what was taking him to a strange and bizarre place. He was fleeing from Morgan and Caster Artoria both, struggling to hold himself back from bizarre temptations and a malformed dizziness chaotically demanding from him way more than he was willing to deal with. "I'm safe here," he said, back up against the door, using his body to hold it back in case either of them tried to barge in to continue pursuing him. His head spun through dizzier strangeness, and he wasn't sure exactly what he was doing and how to handle this, but he felt that isolating himself was the best option now.

Artoria had made a move on Ritsuka using a vial of potent aphrodisiac, but then Morgan swooped in trying to steal him away for herself. He didn't know where she got it or why she were attacking him with it, nor why Morgan was taking such a wicked interest, but having sex with his servants was not a good idea, something that he was trying to avoid. The coercion driven by aphrodisiacs only left him more hesitant and terrified, unwilling to throw himself into the reality of those stormy and spectacular feelings, a burst of wrongness that he wasn't quite sure how to process, wrapping his thoughts around weirder heat now. He wanted to hold onto himself, keeping a tight control over himself under the worry that he was definitely in over his head with. This was a mess, and it was a mess that Ritsuka didn't want to face. "I'm safe here," he told himself. "They aren't here." He reached clumsily for the lock, making sure his door was secured before he lifted his body off of it.

His pants felt too tight. Desperately tight. His cock was bigger than normal, swelling with desperate excitement under the chaos and the panic of what had hit him. He'd drank some of the aphrodisiac that Artoria offered him before he realized what was happening, the pressure that he was powerless to deal with, the irresistible chaos keeping him burning for more. The effects weren't even things he yet understood, but his cock had never felt so swollen, his pants never felt so tight. There was no controlling himself, no sense in trying to handle this, but as he tried to tear his pants off and stumble into his room, draining his balls was the only thing on his mind, even if it was sure to be a big mess everywhere. He didn't have a choice. His balls felt so heavy, overwhelmed and swollen, begging for relief that he could give amid the mad plunge down ever deeper into this chaos. There was no containing himself now. No holding himself back. His cock was freed, drooling relentlessly with pre-cum, and he just had to rub one out.

But before he could fall onto his bed, he realized Morgan was there. "My husband!" she gasped, spreading her arms out and throwing herself forward. Ritsuka let out a panicked shout of utter terror, knowing that this was exactly what he was trying to avoid. That didn't matter, because before he could do anything to stop this, Morgan flung herself forward, arms going around his waist and his cock slipping into her mouth. Single-minded and mad fascination carried her to want to go all out with these passions, embracing the pleasure of giving fully to whatever she could, allowing the chaos and the frenzy take her down ever deeper. The sounds of relentless slurping and sucking ensued to keep him falling deeper and to wash away all of his thoughts.

Ritsuka wanted to object, but his voice got caught in his throat as he looked down at the white haired woman bobbing back and forth along his cock. He felt powerless against the wild storm of fever and heat burning through him, a panic-inducing rush of pleasure and sensation that hit him immediately and without a shred of normalcy to it. "Morgan!" he shouted, but his body clenched up and he felt the burning insistence tighten up its grip on him, he felt powerless, trapped in an utterly senseless confusion that made his thoughts spin. He felt amazing, burning under the suddenness of having a hot, wet mouth wrapped around his swollen cock. It was so wonderful, s delightful, so steady.

Morgan had used magic to slip into his room. Locks meant nothing to the potency of her magic, and she was able to use that to great effect in throwing herself into the room and tossing herself to his feet in a fit of pure fascination, the sloppy frenzy and desperation carrying her now to need this. All of this. Madness consumed her, a thoroughly wicked rush of pleasures that she was going to have to give up to no matter what. He throbbed in her mouth, and she knew she had him ready to give her what she wanted, that he couldn't resist. Without Artoria here to get in the way, their master was hers for the taking, and she was free to shove her head down, to slurp on his big, aching cock, taking firm advantage of the aphrodisiac and of how strongly he was simply losing all control and all semblance of focus. It was simple. Easy. All she had to do was throw herself into the deep end of manic ecstasy.

"Stop," Ritsuka groaned, but even as his weak attempts to make her pull back folded, he sank his fingers into her hair, gripping her tightly and starting to work his hips forward. "I'm not your husband." The jerk of his initial thrusts caught Morgan off guard with just how forward they were, but she wasn't surprised by them. The aphrodisiac robbed him of control, and the embrace of her mouth and all of its tempting, devious warmth had him burning with a need he just had to let out. Wild slams forward and an erratic facefucking wound him up for the passions too outrageous to hold himself back from, and he got right up to hammering forward, showing how compromised he was and expressing the insistence and the frenzy that would soon be their mutual undoing.

"Glurk gulk glack gulk," was all that Morgan could offer as she received the mad slams down her throat, the relentless passion and fever of pleasures she was a hopeless but eagerly willing victim to. She didn't care if he got too carried away with this or if he was throatfucking her into a state of pure blackout. She had Ritsuka giving her what she wanted. She'd won, and every second of these sloppy indulgences felt better and better under the crushing weight of pure certainty, relentless excitements forcing her to need more. The beautiful fever and chaos behind these passions formed something she was happy to be trapped in, a back and forth of gagging and sputtering that only helped him become hers. He wouldn't be able to stop. Once he fucked her and came inside of her, he'd never want anyone else. It was the perfect plan, and she got to use Artoria's own aphrodisiac to steal him out from under her.

Ritsuka couldn't contain himself. He was a hopeless wreck burning with shameless desire, plundering with mad indulgence forward and letting his thoughts get the better of him, letting the passion and the wicked hunger tear him down and reduce him to mush. He felt thoroughly unable to deal with the reality of what he should have been doing, each plunge down her throat feeling so good that pleasure overrode his ability to contain it. He was losing ground, falling to pieces and learning just how hopeless these pleasures could be, and he was giving Morgan everything she wanted in the process. It was too much, and he wanted self-control he didn't have, wanted stability he couldn't find. Everything fell apart in the name of letting go, and the hopeless reality of how badly he craved this crushing ecstasy was simply too much for any man's resistance to win out against.

With a hot, hard groan and a final slam forward, Ritsuka buried his cock down Morgan's throat and let loose wild shouts of dizzy bliss. His pulsating cock fired off shot after shot of molten spunk flooding into her throat and her mouth, and the overbearing rush left so much mess for her to deal with that some of it gushed out of her nose and around her spread-out lips. She guzzled down what she could though, struggling and shivering through the wilder chaos, a persistent haze and panic making her fall ever deeper into pure insanity, smouldering lust and worry she was powerless to deal with here, struggling harder under these pleasures. Morgan chugged down every drop of his cum, embracing the sloppy chaos and giving him exactly what he wanted, the burning desire getting the better of her. Not that she minded; this was everything that Morgan could have wanted, the beautiful chaos of bubbling ecstasies leaving her needing only more of this bliss.

"I knew you would come around," whined Morgan as she was pulled off of his cock, spit and spunk dripping from her lips, chin, and nostrils. She was a mess, but she was a happy mess, overcome by the beautifully deranged bliss of giving fully up to these pleasures. She was an insatiable wreck loving every second of these pleasures. The beautiful fever and desire pulled her into a dizzy, wicked depth of passion she felt powerless to resist. "Come lie on the bed for me, my dear husband. Your cock needs so much more attention. I'll give it to you." She whined in dizzy fever and delight, a desire building up hotter inside of her, urging her to want to go all out with these passions now.

Ritsuka was utterly hopeless under the weight of these feelings. He sank onto the mattress, falling onto the bed and accepting the wicked attention and devoted fever of what she was starting up on, pushing forward with mad desire and lust, the pleasure and desperation to give up t fully. The heat and the chaos was almost a bit too much to believe, the unfathomable desire and the lust she was falling deeper apart under, the pleasure that felt too wicked and spectacular to resist. So much was happening and all of it became a draining spectacle of mad want. Morgan shed her dress and let free her breasts, bringing them hazily down upon his cock.

"Just relax back and let me love you," she said, tempting him in. "I promise, I can make you feel amazing."

With every logical impulse worn down by the aphrodisiac, he was ready to accept that, relaxed back and allowing her breasts to wrap around his cock, to take on the warmth and satisfaction that it offered him.

But the door came open, magically compromised by Caster Artoria, who barged into the room in her white dress, blue and red cape fluttering dramatically behind her as she charged into the room. "He is mine!" she shouted, throwing herself at Morgan with a force to drive her onto the floor. Artoria locked lips with her, licking the cum from her lips and diving in with an insistent kiss meant to drive her absolutely mad. Morgan tried to push her off, but the insistence of her steady pushes down left Morgan flailing hopelessly around amid futile panics and a burning sweep of chaos leaving her powerless to do a damn thing to stop this. She was out to make a statement, and throwing Morgan right off Ritsuka's cock gave her the leverage she needed.

Behind the kiss was a dazing spell meant to briefly overwhelm Morgan, locking her into a foggy confusion that left her helplessly stuck in place, frozen under the weight of something meant to make her fall to pieces, a trembling worry that made her fall to pieces under the worries and the heat that had her dizzy and unable to stop her. Artoria had her man absolutely at her mercy, and she yanked off of Morgan, throwing herself at Ritsuka instead. She grabbed the vial of aphrodisiac she'd spiked his drink with, pouring the rest of the brew into her mouth and then shoving her lips down against his, pushing the tempting potion into his mouth and forcing him to drink it all.

Too weak to resist the kiss, Ritsuka wasn't aware of what was happening to him when he drank down the sweet liquid she poured into his mouth with her own. The pleasure was overbearing, a wicked sweep of desire and indulgence making her fall into deeper and stranger heat. Ritsuka's head burned, throbbing even harder as the taste hit his mouth, its effects swift and wicked, demanding from him something so much more intense and so wicked that she was just powerless to deal with all of it. The gooey excess of pleasure and heat bearing down upon him made his body and his mind twist around. The dosage he'd already felt was enough to make his cock swell and make him lose self-control hard enough to have to barricade himself in his room and sequester himself away. But now, with her feeding him even more, things became so much more difficult. Too difficult.

Overdosing and losing his mind under the chaos it offered him, Ritsuka threw Artoria off of him and grabbed hold of her legs, ripping her stockings open and shoving her face-down on the bed. he didn't even say anything as he did, just grunting and heaving like a hopped up animal as he shoved her down and rammed his cock into her pussy from behind, making her squeal in wild satisfaction as the burning attention hit her with everything he wanted to indulge in. There was no good way to brace herself for the suddenness and ferocity behind this chaos. Relentless thrusts pounded relentlessly down into her, made her howl and thrash in worried heat while these passions bore down so firmly upon her.

Savage slams buried his thick cock into her, and the wild satisfaction of going for broke wore her down harder, bringing with it the senseless and manic ecstasy of pleasures to give ever deeper and rougher into. There wasn't any good sense or control under these pressures, his body moving with erratic frenzy that brought him erratically deeper into the unhinged and merciless chaos. He was powerless to resist this, hammering madly into her, grabbing her pigtails and yanking back. Grunting like an unhinged beast, he pulled back on her hair, made her spine arch back a bit too far as he yanked back, but she let out dizzy whines in joy. "Make me hurt! Pain can be love! Pain is pleasure!" The drunken howls she let out loose made clear that she wasn't any less willing to give in to the merciless frenzy of brutality and heat, a pleasure too wicked and ferocious to contain herself under now.

Ritsuka was desperate to pound forward, fucking the warm hole around his cock and brutalizing her with a speed more blistering and more relentless by the second. He didn't care about containing himself, the uncontrollable chaos and frenzy behind his hips only growing bolder in the face of such a wild storm, pushing her to fall to pieces under his touch. He was in control, prepared to seek out the ecstasy and the frenzy of pleasures he knew he could keep giving himself to, allowing the passion to carry him further. The aphrodisiac had him harsh and relentless, burning with the senseless greed and the merciless fire of needing more, giving himself up to these pleasures with relentless, savage fever. He wanted this, and he didn't care about how far he had to take this down, simply throwing himself into the deep end of using Artoria and having his fun with her.

it was all getting away from her now, an overblown and overbearing rush of ecstasies that Artoria was happy to take on. The bold and ferocious chaos kept her feeling lots of complicated emotions all at once, the pleasure and the frenzy that didn't slow down. Even with her had sharply pulled back and the steadily merciless fever taking her down, the re was nothing she wanted more than to give up to all of this. Crazed, maniacal moans kept up a senseless, sweeping fever that had her wanting more, embracing the ferocious fire and the frenzy that had craving this. It was exactly what she'd hoped for when she first got Ritsuka dosed up, earning the savagery and the fire that had her needing more. There wasn't a shred of reason behind these delights, a pleasure to continue to give herself in to, the ecstatic need and the lust carrying her to need more.

With no idea what he was doing, Ritsuka blindly pounded on, accepting the wild chaos and the passion of pleasures demanding more from him. He felt deeply unsure how to contain himself, but the erratic withing and the chaos kept up grander and weirder fever, the pleasure he could continue to lose himself to, unable to keep his thoughts straight while he threw himself into these deeper, more erratic passions. This was a lot, but the molten satisfaction he felt taking him was more than strong enough for his thoughts to drift off into ruin and chaos. There was simply no good way to resist the senseless spectacle and chaos coming on so much stronger by the second. This was about going all the way.

Morgan stirred back into reality again, painfully aware in a sudden sweep of intense desire that she had to do something about all of this. Bolting upright in a fit of hunger and excitement, she felt the ravenous pulse of surging panic taking her, and there was no good answer for this moment except one of pure surrender, a chaos that she was suddenly all too aware of. She looked over to Artoria, saw Ritsuka pounding her stupid, and Morgan knew she had to move fast to interfere before Artoria got him all for herself. She reached out with her magic to hit them both with a spell that heightened their sensitivity to absolutely maddening degrees, playing dirty and shutting them both down.

With wild shrieks of pleasure and chaos, Ritsuka and Artoria both surrendered fully to the spectacular insanity of these pleasures, something truly wicked and senseless. The fever and the chaos kept building, climbing up to an outrageous height that ultimately tore them apart. Ritsuka pumped Artoria full of so much cum that it gushed out of her overstuffed pussy, while a whining, writhing Artoria almost lost her mind through the chaos and the bliss of cumming to pieces, the sweep of ecstatic need and desire making her want more of this. She was powerless to resist all of it, and the stumble downward felt like it was too much to believe, too fierce to handle now. Ritsuka yanked back on her hair and pulled her spine ever harder back, and she let out wild squeaks and whines of utterly fuck-drunk joy as she embraced this sweeping, hazy mess, a plunge right to the bottom.

But there was Morgan, right in front of Artoria, shoving forward with a sloppy kiss to make her shudder in surprise and wild, wicked confusion. There was little warning for all of this, just a forward insistence of madness and confusion leaving her utterly shaken by these pleasures, truly lost to the utter wrongness of giving up. "If you want him, fight me for him," she said.

"Fight you how?" Artoria asked, ready to engage in whatever it took.

All Morgan did was smile.

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Magical Ritsuka clones stuffed both girls full of cock, each woman taking on three each in their wild pulse of merciless chaos. The girls had belts of condoms around their waists to keep track of the number of Ritsukas they got through, marking them off while they writhed in sweat and exhaustion through the ravenous rutting session in the room. Ritsuka's overdose on the aphrodisiac was so potent that, with a little magical 'help' and some cloning spells, six Ritsukas could relentlessly go all out in fucking them as hard as they absolutely could, the brilliant spectacle and the senseless chaos escalating up further from reason. The brutality and the chaos that this offered was truly senseless, a beautiful insanity for both of them to lose themselves to fully.

For Artoria, that meant having a cock in each of her holes. She was double penetrated, one Ritsuka holding back her arms while hep hundred her tight ass, another Ritsuka holding her in his lap and bouncing her relentlessly on his cock, keeping her cunt stuffed and filled and used with the utmost spectacle and ferocity. There was zero restraint in how the clones were using her, but their efforts paled in comparison to the one who held onto her hair and slammed his cock down her throat, practically standing on top of her to make sure he jammed every inch down her gullet, balls smacking against her upper face while he hilted himself down inside of her.

All three clones moved with something akin to animalistic fire. The bestial fever keeping them wanting more was a show of primal lust, desires to keep pushing harder down into her with, embracing the spectacular fever of giving in with complete desperation, a wicked frenzy to carry on with, burning form ore of the wild pleasures she craved above all else. There wasn't any sense to these moments of utter insanity, a ferocious spectacle that felt stranger, messier, like it was just meant to be. Aphrodisiacs left Ritsuka horny enough to be six absolutely brutish beats. Maybe twelve of him would have been more tame and steady, but there was simply no room now for that, only for the throbbing chaos and the frenzy of burning up hotter, stranger, demanding pleasures on a level too unhinged to believe.

And it felt amazing! Plundering all of Artoria's cute holes brought him a deep satisfaction, the magical strangeness of each moment of pure, gooey fever leaving each of him ready keep moving, unable to contain the brutality and the fever of going all out. They had only one need, only one singular thought that could consume his thoughts, and the spectacular chaos and insanity behind it wasn't getting any simpler. The pleasure was everything he could have imagined, finding that he was ready to go all the way in the name of beautifully unhinged chaos. Spectacular frenzy drove him to keep needing more, to crave was building up hotter, making his body need all of this. Fucking his servants didn't seem so taboo or ill-advised now. Not when he had a cute girl like Caster Artoria to utterly ravage.

So deeply fixated with being his and doting on him, Artoria was a hopeless wreck, giving up to the spectacular fever and insanity of going deeper and hotter. She was committed to everything she could get, even as she choked hard on his oversized cock, even as she fell into deeper fever, worries and hungers wearing down tougher at her thoughts, the pleasure that had her needing to give in completely, unable to process these desires now. It was everything she could have hoped it would be, a senselessly spectacular rush of frenzy and fire to continue serving. There was no sense in holding back through all these wicked desires, a lust continuing to climb until she felt like she could take no more. She surrendered to all the crushing passions and desperations, needing this, letting him rule her and loving how wrong it could feel.

When one Ritsuka came, he filled up the condom around his cock and pulled it off, shoving it forcefully into Artoria's hands. It was her task to tie it off around the around the band of her ripped-up tights, letting it hang there filled to mark off that she'd gotten off yet another one. She was running out of space amid the dozens of crammed and cramped condoms she was building up, the accumulation of wild panic and worry leaving her feeling more and more panicked by the second, desperation and desire coming across in a fit of mad frustration. The spectacular insanity and chaos behind these pleasures left her craving this, and she didn't care about how rough he got. She only cared about how many orgasms she could get him to while he fucked her brains out.

The lack of air made her feel better. The hard thrusts made her feel better. She was an unabashed masochist finally finding a way to confess that fact to Ritsuka in a way that could make her feel better and make her stumble into madder ferocity, and with that fever in mind, she was ready only to break down fully. This was incredible, and the unrelenting bliss it offered was a pure wreck of indulgence and fire now. There wasn't any reason to hold back, the pleasure that she was ready for more of. There felt like no good way to address these pressures with any real function or reason to it, but she was giving up to the stranger worry, to the unreason and bliss of being used like fuckmeat by her master, embracing her masochistic dreams and receiving all of his affection in the process. Nothing could be ignored or dealt with here, just the unrelenting frenzy to keep giving in to, the pleasure and the lust to continue to feed.

Although not nearly as much of a painslut, Morgan received a significantly more unhinged and brutal treatment herself. The desperate fever clumsily pounded forward with an unrelenting, unerring insistence underscored only by the desire to ruin and to claim. Down on the floor, she had a cock in her mouth, a cock between her legs, and a cock between her tits, all three of them hammering madly forward and persisting under the chaos and brutality to keep pushing harder on through. There was no reason to contain these wicked pleasures, the relentless hunger to keep pushing for more of, a senseless satisfaction made all the more wicked by the fact that one of the Ritsukas was choking her. Which? She didn't even know for sure, her head too dizzy to grasp which direction anything came from while she got used so thoroughly, the inside-and-out fascination of giving up completely.

Being turned around and twisted through the chaos and the bliss of giving up hopelessly brought with it pleasures beyond reason. She was amazed she could even handle these throbbing delights, a searing ecstasy and a chaos that kept climbing up to more and more outrageous heights. Morgan craved this, knowing she was dragging Ritsuka from what Artoria's plans had been and forcing the moment to focus in on her in ways that had her burning pride and fire, the feverish Passion of letting pleasure go, letting something hotter and messier take her with each passing second. she needed this, and the chance to allow herself this moment of chaos was only getting wilder. The pleasure was a beautifully erratic bliss, throbbing chaos and fire that kept up the pleasure that didn't let up.

Relentless slams forward made Morgan feel better, made her feel hungrier under the chaos that followed, the pleasure to continue to give deeper up to all this bliss, a fire and a chaos that she was happy to give deeper and wilder up to, and the excitement kept building up, throbbing messier and more forcefully, until the pleasure had her falling completely to pieces. There was nothing to do but give completely up to these pleasures, a chaotic throb of fire and frenzy pulling her to need more. Morgan was an erratic wreck of dizziness and passion, one ready to give in to the utter bliss. To surrender to this was everything she needed, and her schemes carried her to continue craving more, needing the pleasures that continued to burn through her. It was all a little bit too much to resist, the unrelenting passion and fire to be taken completely by.

The hand on her throat helped put everything into dizzy perspective for Morgan; maybe she was a masochist too, an aching mess of need and fire amid the steady burn and chaos carrying her down. There wasn't any reason to resist this, and no good way to hold the Ritsukas back in their relentless indulgence of her anyway. It drove her mad, pushed her to a state of confusion and fever leaving her struggling for even a little bit of sense. The unreason and fever that this offered her made for the strangest of releases, a relief that unraveled her thoughts, compromising everything Morgan wanted to feel.

All while she sucked and writhed, taking the thick cock into her pussy, letting the use of her breasts pushing her to fall deeper ever still into this mess. The pleasure was too much, proving to Morgan that she craved everything that came over her, the burning frenzy and crashing bliss of giving in ever hotter to this, allowing herself to give up to the strangest of desires now. Burning passion was simply taking her to the limit, and Morgan felt like she finally had everything she needed now.

The exhausting fever of every last thrust wore both women down more and more, each Ritsuka throwing their most into the mess and leaving them with condoms to tie off and keep indulging in.

But Ritsuka's over-intense dose couldn't last forever. He faded off eventually, and the clones left, leaving only one Ritsuka flopping back on the bed with one final, spent condom awaiting Morgan to take off of his cock.

"I win," she said, holding the final condom aloft. "I won."

"By one!" Artoria shouted. "That doesn't mean anything more than luck!" But Artoria was clearly dejected, slumped down and burning with the shame and regret of having so completely failed in her quest.

Morgan didn't care, conjuring a holy grail into the room and starting to empty the condoms down into it, draining condom after condom of Ritsuka's delicious cum. "I saved it all up for this," she purred, continuing to indulge and ache through the wicked and senseless joys of these ideas, satisfaction building inside of her as she set him up for the insanity to come. She lifted the chalice up and brought it up to her lips, beginning to drink his thick cum down from the grail, one she'd filled up with cum just to defile, chugging down drop after drop without a second of hesitation or a shred of decency. The time for that was long gone now, and in its place was the shivering, burning spectacle of weirder bliss.

But she did have other things in mind to give in to now, eyes drifting over toward Artoria. She couldn't full deny her of her attention, right? That would have been a bit much. So she filled up her mouth with some of the cum and then grabbed her, pulling her in to a dizzy kiss and soaking in the wild spectacle behind it all. It was all just what she needed, too wild and excessive and messy to deal with. Artoria melted into the kiss, confusion building inside of her, but the taste of Ritsuka's cum filling her with relief again.

"You're right, I only won by one," she purred. "So I did win, but I think I can share him." Morgan kissed Artoria to keep her shut up before he could say anything. She wasn't too eager to actually talk to her in the chaos of all this; she was jut out to continue making out with her and stifling all of this commotion, pushing stubbornly forward and letting the pleasure guide her slowly down into hotter, deeper passion. There wasn't anything quite like this, and Artoria couldn't help but melt too, embracing the hopeless passion and fever guiding her slowly down to the limits of sense. She was hopeless here, throbbing under this pleasure that she was hopelessly trapped in, needing more and craving it.

Artoria couldn't agree to it with words, but she leaned into the pleasure and relief of messy kisses, embracing the pleasure and the spectacular weirdness of this mess, and she was ready to embrace it all, throbbing under the spectacular hunger of letting go and giving in, finding that in doing so, she was met with pure ecstasy. As her body pressed against Morgan's, the condoms at her belt began to erupt too, popping and drenching both of them with even more cum while they shared their sloppy kisses. It was just perfect, sloppy and wild and driving them to the gooey indulgence pushing them to the absolute limit now of wild bliss. Ritsuka was passed out and completely gone, but as he slumped back under this pleasure, the strange fever and spectacle brought him to need more, the pleasure that could not be ignored.

With his cum and each other to play with, maybe they had all they needed for now.