A/N: Time for the Fletcher-class girls to get their turn now~

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Temporal Glasses

Chapter 3: To The Office I

Waltzing his way through the port, the Commander had to note that it was a nice day.

Though in truth such nice thoughts lingered only briefly before lust returned. True to Observer Alpha's words his dick remained rock-hard and lust throbbed through him constantly; a hot, unceasing need that didn't look to be calming down anytime soon. Eventually his walk took him down the main path by the seawall... and, much like in reality, he spotted the Fletcher-class girls just off to the side of the main path, doing some exercises.

They were all fully dressed but a snap of his fingers rendered them clad only in underwear, and after taking a moment to admire them in it he snapped his fingers a second time, making them completely naked. The sight alone made his dick twitch, lust rising up within him. Fletcher stood at the front of the group, her back to him and allowing him to admire her small but shapely behind, whilst not far past her Stephen Potter was laid down against a tree, one leg crossed over the other but not hiding her pussy completely, allowing him to admire her slit.

Aulick, Foote, Spence and Thatcher were all laid down on their backs in a line just to Stephen's right, frozen in the motion of doing sit-ups, whilst Jenkins, Radford and Morrison were frozen mid-motion doing jumping jacks just to the right of them. With all of them completely naked and in such poses nothing was hidden, allowing his ravenous gaze to soak in their forms fully, be it their lean forms or their more intimate parts. With them frozen in time as they were, he had no compunctions about staring as much as he wanted, one hand dropping to his cock and stroking it lightly.

'But then again.' He mused to himself. 'Why bother jerking myself off when I have them here?'

Shuddering at the lewd thought the Commander got behind Fletcher, both hands coming up and groping her breasts from behind. She was a lot bigger than he had initially thought, still on the small side but a bit plump; filling his hands and only encouraging him to squeeze and heft her tits about a little, just enjoying the act of touching her in such a manner. Naturally though his hands weren't content with just fondling her boobs; soon tempting his hands further down, grasping her sides and bending her forwards a bit, her hips pulled back towards him too.

The Commander shuddered and bent his knees a little, lifting Fletcher off of the ground too as he lined up, the head of his cock rubbing against her puffy folds – and then he pushed inside of her. She felt about as tight as he expected but that did little to quell the sheer pleasure that burst through him – a tight, strained sort of moan rumbling up his throat as he felt her pussy clamp so snugly around his dick. Vaguely he remembered that she'd already been with two guys already, and he couldn't help but envy them. A night with the shy bookworm Fletcher must've been quite lewd indeed.

Banishing such thoughts the Commander reaffirmed his hold on Fletcher, hissing as he pulled out and groaning as he plunged back in, parting her inner walls and stuffing her pussy to the brim. Though the minimal amount of lubrication made moving a bit tricky at first he kept at it, unwilling to pull his cock out of her blissfully-snug pussy, his hips bucking forth with growing vigour as he just jammed himself into her tight tunnel.

''Mn, hah... so goddamn tight...'' The Commander panted out, slowly starting to walk forwards.

Frozen in time as she was Fletcher posed no resistance, allowing him to simply carry her with his cock still inside of her, using her more like an onahole than anything else. The thought sent a fresh wave of lust through him, doubly so when he felt her inner walls clamp reflexively around his cock, so hot and snug he almost wanted to just keep fucking her for hours – but the ravenous desire inside of him demanded even more, to sample each and every person present.

Thus when he finally reached the tree Stephen Potter was laid against he reluctantly pulled out of Fletcher, the air cool compared to her hot, slightly-wet pussy. He set her down next to Stephen Potter and left her standing stiffly, allowing him to turn his attention onto Stephen herself. The petite blonde stared at nothing in particular, blue eyes half-lidded and peering just over his head, but he didn't let that bother him as he quickly knelt down before her and opened her legs wide, his motions made rushed by his throbbing cock. If she had been conscious, had she been aware, he might've taken things slower and been gentler.

But with her frozen as she was, the only directive he followed was to get his cock inside of her as soon as possible.

Thus with little more than a quick spit onto his dick he pushed his cock against her smooth pussy, practically rubbing himself along her slit – and then at last he speared inside of her. Still riled up after fucking Fletcher he didn't hesitate to grab Stephen Potter by her sides and slam into her, his shaft parting her hot inner walls and his cock-head bashing against her cervix like a battering ram, his hips moving even as her inner walls clenched ungodly tight around him.

Panting heavily the Commander kept working his hips regardless, stuffing his dick into her tight pussy and running his free hand up her front, groping at her small, near-flat chest or holding onto her shoulder, keeping her steady as he got off with her pussy. However with Fletcher still in his periphery it was hard to focus on just Stephen, inspiring an idea in him and prompting the Commander to pull Fletcher over.

It was a bit awkward without pulling out, but after a couple of seconds he managed to get Fletcher to stand over Stephen facing him, allowing him to lean in and lick at her slit. Even if she couldn't feel it the mere act of giving her oral turned him on, coaxing groans of lust out of his throat as he divided his attention between jamming into Stephen Potter and eating Fletcher out, heat rolling through his body in waves as he did something so lewd so freely.

''F-Fuck...'' The Commander moaned into Fletcher's pussy, yanking on Stephen's hips as the pressure in his cock grew. ''Gonna cum... shit...!''

The hot, increasingly-wet grip of her pussy, the way it coiled and conformed around his thrusting cock – all of it was too much, and with a strangled moan the Commander finally achieved release; shooting thick, plentiful spurts of semen inside the lazy Destroyer. Her pussy clamped tighter and he kept thrusting, euphoria washing over him as came inside the tight blonde, her loins squeezing out every last drop of cum he could give.

Only when his orgasm shuddered to a close did he pull out, moaning as he felt her pussy cling to his cock up until the head finally slipped free. He sat there for a moment, panting heavily and slapping his cock-head against her pussy lips, the sensation getting him rock-hard in seconds. He glanced up at Fletcher then and debated fucking her to climax too, but decided against it; if he took the time to creampie all of his subordinates then it'd be days before he was done, let alone satisfied.

So with one last kiss to her groin he stood up, leaving Fletcher where she was and meandering over to Aulick, Spence, Foote and Thatcher. The four girls laid in a line, flat on their backs with hands behind their heads, their legs either apart or flush together as they did sit-ups. He stood before them and just looked at them all, admiring the subtle differences between them. Aulick was a bit thicker where Spence was slimmer, and Foote was shorter where Thatcher was taller; each of them having their own appeal.

However with them all laid before him he could hardly be expected to choose just one – so, with a perverse grin, the Commander chose them all.

''Never would've thought this is how I'd fuck you.'' The Commander murmured under his breath as he opened Aulick's legs and got between them, rubbing his cock-head against her puffy pussy lips.

And then with a deep, drawn-out groan he penetrated Aulick, claiming yet another subordinate. She was tight. Her inner walls coiled around his dick even as he stuffed more of himself inside of her, inch after inch sinking into her ungodly-tight pussy, the lubrication on his dick helping only somewhat. Undeterred the Commander kept moving regardless, pulling himself partway out only to bury himself back in a moment later, groaning contentedly as he filled her narrow pussy up.

Until soon he was pretty much balls-deep in her, and with a groan he started to move in earnest. His flesh smacked against hers and the sound carried far across the open space, yet with nobody to hear the sound it only emboldened the Commander – lust jumping through his veins as he pistoned himself between her petals, feeling her loins cling to his shaft as it battered up against her innermost parts. He kept her legs apart, his palms occasionally shifting down to grope at her thighs and admire her slim physique before going back up to hold her hips, keeping her steady as he hilted inside of her.

And then with a grunt he pulled out. His cock throbbed, needy, but he just shuffled over to the right and raised both of Spence's slim legs up, allowing him to nuzzle her slim folds – and with a moan he was in heaven again. She was even tighter than Aulick was, her pussy clenching down on his dick as he stuffed it inside of her and letting him intimately feel her walls coil around his shaft as he moved, forcing them apart with every rough thrust.

''Hah, haah... fuck, I wonder if you and your sisters have orgies or something...'' The Commander murmured heatedly, staring down at Spence's pussy as he stuffed his cock inside it.

He could already envision it in his mind. Aulick and her sisters all going down on one another in a mass of bodies; fingers, tongues and even toys getting involved and leading to a chorus of moans, the thought of joining such an orgy sending a pleasant chill through him. What was equally if not more arousing was the thought that they invited a bunch of guys over to one of their rooms and just did it there; a messy clusterfuck of bodies as they were happily stuffed by their partners.

The Commander was brought back to reality as Spence's tight pussy squeezed him once more, her walls conforming to the shape of his dick almost and just encouraging him to slam in that little bit more – flesh loudly smacking together as his groin hit the back of her thighs repeatedly. He moaned shamelessly at how good it felt, practically daydreaming of what Spence must sound like when being fucked – given her personality she was probably quite loud. The thought of her squealing as he pounded her raw sent aroused chills up his spine.

And it was then that he pulled out. His dick ached, the need inside it so very strong, but he ignored his twitching dick and shuffled over to Foote next, opening her legs wide and getting the tip in – before with a moan he was fucking yet another Destroyer, jamming himself into her tight, squeezing pussy without relent.

''Hn, f-fuck, ahh...'' Stuffing her tight tunnel to the brim he had to privately admit he was glad the girls were frozen as they were – he wasn't exactly being gentle with them, he didn't have the patience to be.

Running his eyes over Foote he took a moment to admire her short stature, his hands sliding over her side and down to her hips, one hand coming around to grope at her thigh and keep it spread as he jammed his cock between her puffy pussy lips. He leaned back slightly just so he could enjoy the sight a little more, groaning happily as her hot insides coiled and smothered his pulsating girth, every grip of her pussy threatening to make him bust his load inside of her innocent womb.

''Which of you should I, hnf, fuckin' nut in...?'' The Commander grunted out.

Naturally he received no answer but that was fine with him, his thrusts hastening – before once more he pulled out and hurriedly shuffled over to the last in line, Thatcher. Rather than open or raise her legs he opted to fold them over herself, grinning perversely to himself as he mating-pressed the petite if tall Destroyer into the grass; moaning in satisfaction as he pushed between her smooth petals and into her hot, clenching pussy, wasting no time in thrusting into her searing-hot depths.

His thrusts were slower but stronger this time, plunging his rock-hard meat into her and allowing him to enjoy her pussy a little longer; staving off the primal need to knock her up for as long as he could. Thatcher offered no protests, her legs bouncing lightly every time he slammed himself down into her, her expression locked into a grin that only emboldened him further – tempting him to leaned down and steal a quick kiss. It was a bit stilted since her lips didn't respond much, but the mere act alone was exciting.

Breaking it off he kept at it, and then with a moan pulled out, leaving Thatcher's legs where they were as he went back around to Aulick.

He alternated between the four Destroyers twice more, pounding their pussies and granting himself a momentary relief before going onto the next in line, the thrilling nature of it only hastening his inevitable end. He held back for as long as he could though, pleasure gradually climbing his cock and pressure mounting in his loins, bubbling up to an irresistible, unfathomable need to impregnate.

''F-Fuck...!''

His knees grazed across the grass hurried, his dick throbbing as he got on top of Thatcher once more, his cock-head pushing on her entrance – and he almost came right then and there as he entered her pussy once more. Even after being ploughed thoroughly it still squeezed him ever so tightly, encouraging the Commander to pound her all-out from the very beginning, his groin smacking against loud and fast-

-until with a shout of pleasure the Commander busted a thick load inside of Thatcher, sheathing his cock deep inside of the petite Destroyer and utterly dousing her womb with untold amounts of cum – spurt after spurt of semen filling her with no end in sight. His grasp on time itself waned slightly, such was the intensity of his orgasm, and it was only when her loins reflexively clenched around his dick that he came down from cloud nine.

''Mn... h-haah...'' With some reluctance he tugged his dick out, spending only a few moments to catch his breath.

He ran his eyes over the three Fletcher-class girls to his left, catching a glimpse of Fletcher and Stephen Potter too in his periphery, almost tempted to 'taste' them too. That was until he remembered another three Fletchers were present, coaxing his gaze over to the right where Jenkins, Radford and Morrison stood. Lust burned anew in him and the Commander rose to his feet, wasting little time approaching the trio. Much like with the others he didn't immediately jump to sticking his dick in them, if only because his orgasm gave him some much-needed clarity, but every second spent looking at their slender frames made the neediness in him worse. His eyes ran over them feverishly, soaking in every detail and committing it to memory; tracing his gaze down over their chests and past their slits – before on a whim he approached Jenkins.

Getting behind the blonde Destroyer he bent her over slightly, guided his cock to her waiting entrance – and then sighed in content as he pushed himself back in. Rather than stuff his full length in though he stopped with just the bit, shuddering as he started thrusting back-and-forth in short, quick motions, the fact that he was using only the tip somehow making it feel extra good. The searing grip she had on his cock felt amazing and he soon found a comfortable rhythm.

''Hah, yeah that's it...'' The Commander murmured under his breath, caressing her sides before copping a feel of her tits. Small but quite shapely.

He held onto her breasts as he moved, the sound of slapping flesh ringing out through the open air as he entered her, his groin smacking up against her ass – her nice, peachy ass – hard enough to count as a spank. Yet if anything the roughness only made formed a self-fulfilling cycle, his lust rising as he drove his swollen cock between her slim pussy lips, feeling her heat clench around him as he buried himself in her, her walls smothering his dick nice and tight.

Puffing out a breath he reached up and nudged Jenkins forwards a bit more, brushing her curly blonde hair to one side and gripping her shoulder for support as he railed her, releasing a satisfied sigh as he tipped his head back. The sky was a clear blue and he admired it as he went balls-deep in his subordinate, her blonde head bobbing just in his periphery and only adding to the lewdness of the situation.

Then he let his gaze fall upon her back, and with a groan pulled out.

His dick was slick with the juices of both Jenkins and the girls before her but he didn't stop to admire that fact – his eyes already upon the small but perky rear of Radford, the pink-haired Destroyer always having a penchant for sweets. And, upon recalling her number of partners, perhaps a penchant for some cock too.

Grinning perversely the Commander bent her over too, taking a moment to slap his wet cock against her perky ass before rubbing the head along her slit, teasing himself just little more – and then with a satisfied moan he entered her. The way her pussy immediately gripped him felt heavenly and he started to move without hesitation, sheathing himself into her tight tunnel unheeding of how snugly she gripped him, the fluids clinging to his cock serving as ample lubrication.

''I bet you're real good at sucking cock...'' The Commander murmured under his breath, one hand coming down and spanking Radford, her cheek jiggling nicely.

Though he'd never seen Radford be anything other than playfully innocent, the thought of her being good at giving head was not only a decidedly erotic idea, but also an arousingly possible one. One that encouraged him to ram into her all the harder, using her pussy like she was a human fleshlight and moaning lustfully as her loins squeezed him in return, every thrust knocking her up slightly until he had her stood on her tiptoes, the angle just-right and enabling him to go balls-deep in her pussy.

Until he pulled out and swapped over to Morrison. Remembering her lack of experience he took a moment before sliding himself inside; meeting slightly more resistance but not stopping him from stuffing his cock in her narrow pussy, moaning unashamedly as he went practically up to the hilt in her. While she'd never been with a person she'd done it with an animatronic, most likely that metal bear she carried around with her – the thought of that thing railing Morrison on her bed making him groan with lust.

''If you ever wanted a partner you could've asked me...'' He puffed out, giving her perky ass a little smack.

No response came but he could almost envision her cute whimpering voice as he stuffed his dick between her folds, every thrust rough and lifting her up slightly before he consciously pulled her back down; preluding the next rough thrust that slammed himself up into her drooling tunnel, clapping her ass in a constant rhythm with little to no pauses. Soon though he grew tired of just doing it with her bent over and pulled out, leaving her pussy quivering from the lack of dick in it – up until he picked her up, and with a moan he plunged back inside her.

Carrying her by her sides the Commander ruthlessly slammed into Morrison's tight, drooling sex, her loins coaxing him in with every moist clench and forcing groans of pleasure from his lips unbidden, his eyes half-lidded and just staring down at her bare back as he did her raw. The sound of their flesh smacking together rapidly rose in frequency and he realised he wasn't going to be able to hold on, forcing a tight groan out of him as he kept going, entering her heavenly pussy-

-until with a stilted hiss he came, unloading inside of Morrison. Her pussy seemed to clench down on him even more than before, squeezing out rope after rope of semen that splattered across her inner walls or pumped into her womb, his cock-head nuzzling her cervix as he rocked his hips. Barely he managed a few extra thrusts, short and ragged as they were, but eventually his muscles locked up and his hips refused to move more.

Thus with a groan he pulled out, the air cool against his dick and granting him some clarity once more. He looked down at Morrison before releasing her, grinning when she was left suspended in the air, bent over and with a pussy pumped full of cum.

However his lust was quick to come back, arguably even more than it would normally. He wasn't worried though – if he was able to regain his stamina so quickly it was like it was infinite, then it stood to reason that the side-effects probably also increased his libido too. Nodding to himself he turned his focus back onto the Fletcher-class girls, sorely tempted to give one of them a creampie – had he not caught sight of someone in the corner of his vision.

When he turned he noticed Benson was nearby, frozen mid-step as she skipped her way towards the Fletcher-class girls. She was slightly further back than he remembered but then again he'd stopped time shortly before he should've left Akashi's workshop, so it only made sense. Thus without hesitation he casually meandered over to the frozen bunny-girl, lustfully tracing her hourglass figure and medium-sized, but quite perky tits; his right hand coming up and casually groping her.

''Hm... since you're so obsessed with bunnies, that means you won't mind if I breed you like one, right?'' The Commander smirked.

He didn't wait for a reply – not that he was expecting one – and quickly pushed Benson down onto the grass, climbing atop her eagerly. His dick, already rock-hard once more, brushed against her inner thigh but he didn't stick it in immediately. Instead he straddled her face and leaned over her, shuddering as he felt the tip rub against her soft pink lips. Lips that he parted with a thumb, and a staggered moan tumbled from his lips as he slowly, almost delicately guided his dick down into her mouth.

''F-Fuck, doing it like this feels so much hotter...'' He exhaled shakily, grabbing a handful of Benson's blonde hair and stuffing himself into her mouth.

Even though she was basically frozen in time her mouth still felt great; the heat and wetness of it better than any fleshlight. And that was for all intents and purposes what he was using Benson's mouth as; little more than a sex toy for him to stuff his cock between, her plump pink lips grazing his shaft as he entered it and aided when he gently pinched her lips closed around his cock, getting a bit more friction out of the act and leaving him moaning in utter bliss.

''Good girl, suck that cock like the horny bunny you are...'' He murmured to himself, bucking his hips a little rougher, jamming himself down her throat.

She barely even gagged, only encouraging him to do it more, his balls slapping against her chin as he face-fucked her into the grass in what must be a quite uncomfortable position had she been conscious of it. However it was then that he remembered that Benson hadn't been alone when he saw her in the original timeline, prompting him to raise his head – and then spotted his target, frozen mid-walk too not far behind where Benson had been. Bailey.

His dick slipped out of Benson's mouth with a pop and he stood up, leaving the blonde on the grass and quickly approaching Bailey. In contrast to Benson, Bailey was a decent bit shorter but still had the same curves that emphasised her hips, a noticeable thigh-gap present and just highlighting her smooth pussy to him. He took a moment to admire the sight before grabbing her ass and pulling her over to where he left Benson, his movements hastened by his lust.

Mercifully he got back to her quickly and left Bailey standing facing him, allowing him to sit down and pull Benson over. It took a little longer to manipulate her body, her limbs stiff but compliant, but after a few long moments he got her laying on her right side facing him – prompting the Commander to guide Benson's head into his crotch. Her long hair fell upon his groin but he just brushed it aside with one hand and grabbed her head with the other, pulling her down and guiding his dick between her lips – and with a moan, he was inside her mouth once more.

Only this time he had something to look at.

'Fuck.' The Commander shuddered, eyes darkened with lust as he let his eyes roam over Bailey. With her frozen as she was she hid nothing, allowing him to stare much longer than he would if she was conscious – tracing the curve of her hips up to her slim sides and over her small, near-flat breasts, her nipples a pale pink but quite perky. Her stomach was flat and her shoulders narrow, giving her a more petite appearance than Benson's more slender physique. Naturally though his gaze drifted to her more intimate parts, burning the sight of her pussy into his mind, knowing the chances of him getting to see one of his subordinates in the nude was a once-in-a-blue-moon sort of thing.

Benson found herself relegated to little more than a sex toy; her head yanked up-and-down the Commander's cock as he push and pulled her at his leisure, using her mouth instead of his own hand to get off. It felt so much more intense, her lips grazing along his swollen cock and her limp tongue slapping and pushing against his shaft, the constant barrage of sensations gradually hastening his motions as he chased after his next orgasm, groaning happily as he hit the back of her throat over and over again.

''G-Gods... you're both so hot...'' The Commander moaned out.

Neither answered but that was fine; his eyes glued to Bailey as he just stared at her pussy and plumpish thighs, before turning his gaze over onto Benson. Laid on her side he could get a nice view of her medium-sized breasts and flat stomach, prompting him to swap hands so his left was the one pulling her down onto his cock whilst his right ran over her smooth, unblemished skin, tracing her hip down to her slit and fingering her a little; the motions stiff and stilted, the pleasure getting the better of him.

''Shit, Benson, s-swallow it you breedable little bitc- guh!''

He yanked her down just as he peaked, and with a breathless shout the Commander busted his load straight down Benson's throat. His other hand jerked over and he leaned back, gasping out as he kept her nose-deep into his groin, forcing her to swallow all of his cum. In that moment all he could think about was how wet and warm her mouth felt, the slick invitingness of her mouth enticing him to stay balls-deep in her mouth.

Until at last the rush of pleasure waned and he loosened his hold, eventually pushing Benson off with a moan. She stayed where she was, gravity having no real effect on her, and after a few seconds cum started to dribble out of her frozen lips, dripping onto the grass. The Commander shuddered at the sight and petted her head before sitting up, his lustful gaze refocusing on Bailey herself.

A thousand ideas struck him, a myriad of positions tempting him.

Then after a moment more he decided which he wanted in that moment and stood, grabbing Bailey by the arm and pulling her down. He shifted out of the way and shoved her atop Benson, spending a second to arrange them so that Benson was flat on her back whilst Bailey was atop her, face in her sister's breasts. What was most arousing about the position though was that it really emphasised Bailey's ass; small and perky with a peachy appeal to it.

Getting on top of the bunny-obsessed Destroyer he guided his cock down, the tip nuzzling her puffy pussy lips before he aimed a little higher, inched in – and with a moan of pure bliss he sunk into Bailey's hot grip. She was delightfully tight and he had to rock his hips a little to really get his dick in, even after getting blown by Benson, but the deeper he went the more snug it became, a tight trap that squeezed him so very pleasurably.

''Fuck, you're tight...'' He groaned if only to fill the silence, rocking his hips. ''I wanna breed this pussy all day long...''

His lustful murmur only fuelled the fire within him, and without another word he started to fulfil that desire – thrusting himself in-and-out of Bailey at a steady pace. It remained steady for a remarkably short time though as lust got the better of him, encouraging him to slam his dick deep inside of Bailey almost up to the hilt, each savage thrust incidentally smacking his groin up against her peachy behind, the raw smack sound it made tempting him to keep up the pace.

SMACK- SMACK- SMACK-!

The raw sound echoed out, every impact harsh to the point it probably counted as a smack, and had she been self-aware in that moment he suspected she'd protest about being fucked so roughly. Then again Bailey had always been a bit of a weird girl, so maybe rough sex was right up her alley – he could see her being into getting bred, especially by bigger guys. The sight was one that manifested easily in his mind; Bailey in some random out-of-the-way love hotel, getting mating pressed into the bed and creampied by a guy twice her height. Or maybe she liked it bolder and flirted with someone at the entrance to an alley, and just blew him right then and there before being bent over and stuff with his cock?

It felt almost shameful to think of his subordinates in such a manner, but the horny thoughts came to his mind unbidden. What about Benson, how did she like it? He could see her having a threesome with Bailey, or making getting drunk at the bar and hooking up with a guy for a night of fun. Not to say she was easy or anything, but with how ditzy and slightly obsessed with moon-rabbits or whatever she was, he could see a guy chatting her up and pressing all the right buttons to get in her pants for the night. And with how laid-back Benson was, she'd probably go along with the ride.

Perhaps quite literally. She struck him as the type to like bouncing.

Slick heat around his cock reminded the Commander where he was, and who he was in – encouraging him to resume pounding Bailey with a vengeance, growling with effort as he slammed into her like he was trying to ram through her cervix and fuck her very womb. Unheeding of the impossibility of such a feat he kept at it, fucking her with no regard to her possible pleasure and just stuffing his cock in her tight hole, her body squished between Benson's and his own.

The constant friction rapidly brought him to his limit, the lewd thoughts swirling around in his head only helping with that. His cock slammed between her puffy folds and his groin smacked against her ass, pushing her down against Benson with his right hand as he just utterly railed Bailey raw, excitement rushing up his cock – until at last he reached his limit and orgasmed, shooting gushing ropes of semen deep inside of the petite Destroyer, all but assuredly knocking her up as she squeezed his balls dry.

''Haah... shit...'' The Commander breathed out, staying balls-deep in her for a few more moments before finally pulling out.

Propping himself up on his knees he looked over the two sisters, bare bodies flush together...

...before with lust in his eyes he moved Bailey out of the way and decided to give Benson a thorough knocking-up too.

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