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  Holding Camille's head firmly in patalie thrust into her throat, pig up speed as the girl's tight tunnel squeezed her on all sides. Camille g to Natalie's thighs, desperately hanging on as the rough treatment jerked her head bad forth. Her face turned red uhe harsh treatment, eyes watering as Natalie's hard sps coated her lips and with a mess of saliva. Natalie mercilessly abused the womaly as Camille had requested. Thrusting, g her, without an ounce ard for her fort. Camille tried to pull away, but Natalie kept her ihrusting hard, enjoying her hole. What better way to help her loosen up, right?

  "Fuck," Natalie gasped, her hips moving more on their own than anything, addicted to the heat pulsing through her. "That's it. Good girl. Keep it going. Just rex."

  Camille kept struggling, so Natalie grabbed her by the hair and shoved her down, hard, stuffing her coto the girl's throat. With an iionally painful grip on her hair, Natalie squashed the girl's rinding her face around. She savored the sight of Camille's eyes going crossed, her throat bulging around as she choked and vulsed on her cock. The resistaopped; Camille accepted her fate, big green eyes watering up at Natalie.

  Panting, Natalie's stomach tightened as Camille's wet hole massaged her with each reflexive gag, her unpracticed throat incapable of holding Natalie. Between her legs, too, Camille's illusory double was lig and teasing at her clit. Every time Natalie thrust forward, Cam's mouth would bump intrinding her nose in. The tleasure was making it increasingly hard to trol herself. Not that she was having much restraint to begin with.

  For a while longer, Natalie tio abuse Camille's throat, but eventually, the struggliurned—and even became desperate. Genuine, rather thaoken, instinctive efforts of before. Natalie released her. Camille popped off, Natalie's cock sliding from her throat with a lewd squelch. The woma over and started coughing and sputtering. The sloppy throatfug had left saliva drooling down the girl's , staining her uniform in dark splotches. Natalie's violent plunging had ruined her makeup, too, with tears smearing down her cheeks. She looked a plete mess. The sight sent a thrill through Natalie.

  Camille took a gasping breath in, steadying herself as Natalie watched—still being pleasured by Cam, dowween her legs—then finally wiped at her mouth and gred up at Natalie.

  "T-The hell? Do you mind? What was that?"

  "You told me you liked it rough." Natalie leaned down and grabbed Camille's , then shook her face from side to side. "So I'm doing what you begged me to." Natalie wiped the saliva from Camille's up across her face, violently rubbing the sticky substance over her, leaving her even more of a sloppy mess. "Slut," she said, driving the point home. Sputtering, Camille leaned away, trying to escape.

  Camille's cheeks burned red, and she gred up at Natalie. But Natalie could see the real rea underh, her lust pin from how she was being handled. Natalie, while proo getting carried away, wouldn't treat a partner like this without having had her implicitly request it—and even then, without getting such obvious feedback. Sure, Camille had been struggling, but Natalie was experienced enough to tell when it art of the act.

  Camille rubbed her throat, clearing it a sed time. Her voice was a little raw when she spoke. Which was fair. Natalie had fucked it pretty thhly.

  "Well. Regardless. It's not me you're even supposed to be using. She's your toy for today." She gestured at Cam. "I just wanted a taste. I already told you, I'm not so easy."

  As if to agree with Camille, her illusory e's tongue curled into Natalie, her fingers digging into Natalie's waist as she happily ate her out from beh. Natalie's back arched at the sudden ramp in iy, her breath catg as Cam explored her. Camille, watg the two of them, smirked at her rea.

  "She's pretty good at that, isn't she?" Camille didn't give Natalie a ce to respond. Looking at her e, she said, "But that's enough forepy. Let's get to the fun stuff. Lay down."

  As usual, Cam obeyed, and this time with less hesitahan before. She shuffled over to Camille and y down, putting her head in Camille's p. She looked up at Natalie expetly—hand c her pussy—and so did Camille.

  "Alright then, have your fun," Camille said. "Do whatever you want. You have my permission." She ughed. "And she's not even real, so. Really have your fun. What better opportunity?" She smirked. "And, sider this your sing exam. I'm seeing if yood enough for the real deal."

  "The real deal?" Natalie repeated, amused, as she got down on her knees between the illusory woman's legs. She pried the girl's hand away from her pussy, which Cam had been c bashfully despite the eagerness she'd id down and spread her legs with.

  For a moment, Natalie admired the sight. Cam was freshly shaven, no pubic hair, just smooth, flush skin. Natalie pressed her palm against the girl, grinding it into her, and Cam shivered, hips bug into her touch. She really was so easy to make react. Would Camille be the same way?

  After teasing for a bit, Natalie shuffled up. She id her cock against the girl's crotch, and her length stretched from the bottom of the girl's pussy, up her stomach, and nearly to her navel. She worked her hips bad forth, sliding the underside of her member into the girl's slit. Camille's saliva mixed with Cam's wetness, re-lubrig Natalie's length.

  Natalie watched Camille's face as she did so, enjoying her expression. How she watched with a heated gaze, biting her lip at the dispy. Natalie's teasing was, apparently, affeg Camille as much as the illusion herself. She pulled bad lined herself up. She stayed that way, h at Cam's entrance, sav the anticipation in Camille's eyes. Cam also stared up at her, lower lip quivering. In the end, Cam was the oo run out of patience: she tied her feet behind Natalie's bad forcibly tugged her forward.

  Natalie groaned as she pressed into the girl's hot tunnel, Cam's pussy squeezing around her as she sank in. Cam's head fell bato Camille, sug in a breath of air as her eyes closed iasy. Natalie pushed deeper, inch after inch sinking into the e's tight pussy, until their hips were flush. All the way in. Kissing her cervix. Natalie shuddered, staying there for a long moment, letting the bliss wash through her.

  "Does it feel good?" Camille murmured. She held her illusory e's head in her p. "My pussy around your cock?"

  "It's … amazing," Natalie grunted. She grabbed Cam's hips and lifted her up, pulled back, then drove her co deep, smming the two of them together with a hard smack. "Fuck. You're so tight."

  Natalie started to move. She didn't work her way into it, either. She picked up pace, going from resting fully-sheathed inside Cam to full-thrust in just moments. Cam writhed in pleasure as Natalie cimed her, gaspiween each hard shove as Natalie drove herself in and out, pulling Cam's hips forward to emphasize the hard smacks.

  "You don't have to be so gentle, you know," Camille murmured. "Put some gusto into it."

  Gentle? Natalie wasn't remotely beile. But obviously, Camille was going out of her way to make her preferences clear, and Natalie was happy to oblige.

  She responded by pushing Camille iving the two of them space to properly fu top of her. Her hips started to pump as fast as they could. She grabbed the e's throat, too, squeezing and cutting off the girl's breathing as she hammered into her pussy. Cam's mouth fell open, groaning and writhing as her back arched in pleasure. Her breasts bounced with the hard impaatalie delivered into her. Her hands scrambled at Natalie's wrists, a token effort, again, trying to tug them away. Like before, the resistance was superficial, not actually wanting Natalie to stop. The struggle art of the py.

  "See?" Camille murmured. "Look how much she likes that. She's such a slut."

  Cam's pussy squeezed Natalie tight, emphasizing her agreement, g around her cock as Natalie tio choke her. The girl's eyes started to roll back, so Natalie finally eased her grip—but only to deliver a sharp, harsh sp into the side of her face, making Cam's head snap to the side. Natalie could feel Cam's pussy response. Her heart jumped at the response.

  "Fuck." She wasn't sure why, but that really did something for her. "You're seriously shameless, aren't you?"

  odded desperately, biting her lip. Natalie's eyes flicked to Camille's face, who blushed before shrugging, as if saying—hey, it's her, not me. Her ruined makeup and saliva-coated face really drove the point home, though: she was as into this abuse as her double.

  "Well, then." Natalie picked up speed, pounding her hips into the e's, smming the girl into the floor with every thrust. "I'll put my fucktoy in her pce, since she's begging for it." She delivered a sed hard sp. "Make her uand who she belongs to." She fell atop Cam, bringing their bodies closer. She leaned her forearm into the girl's ned leaned hard into it as she kept mercilessly fug her, choking off her air. Cam's hands cwed against her skin, a little more frantic than before. Her legs stayed firmly ed around her waist, though, log her in and keeping her from pulling back. Her pussy sucked at Natalie's cock, squeezing and milking.

  Natalie's thoughts started to go fuzzy, watg both Cam and Camille's bodies bounce from the rough pounding she delivered. Natalie leaned up and spped Cam a third time, even harder, leaving an imprint. Cam groaned, eyes going wild, writhing iement. Natalie was almost impressed at how eagerly she responded. Natalie pulled on a nipple, rolling and twisting, making the girl gasp in pain, then leaned forward, her mouth finding the girl's other breast. She bit, then sucked, then bit agaiongue flig over the sensitive bud. Her hips kept w, her pace furious, g Cam even as she abused her.

  From the noises ing from her mouth, the way Cam's nails dragged across her back, and how her legs tried to crush her in, Natalie could tell her partner was getting close. Cam's body trembled underh her. Her pussy cmped down tighter and tighter, making Natalie's own mind go white.

  Natalie pulled up, then locked eyes with Camille, who looked nearly dizzy at the frantic rutting happening on top of her. Natalie might have been embarrassed at how quickly her pleasure was building—having wao st longer, and impress Camille—but that she was fug the woman's identical illusiht on top of her felt, somehow, far more perverted than just taking Camille naturally.

  "Getting close?" Camille murmured, able to read it on Natalie's face. "That's fine. Go ahead. Do it. Cum inside her. Fill my slutty pussy up. Breed that dumb bitch."

  Natalie groaned. She had already been close to losing trol, but the words fihe job. Her hips moved on their own, desperately smming down into the girl sandwiched between them, w like a piston. Cam's pussy, already tight, squeezed harder, the girl's back arg as she reached her climax. Her walls massaged Natalie's cock as she vulsed, and the sensation pushed Natalie over the edge. Her stomach tightened, and she sank ihen came, her seed spurting, flooding into Cam's womb.

  "F-Fuck," Natalie hissed. Sticky strings burst into the girl's eager, begging pussy. She spped her hips forward with animalistic passion, riding the building waves of pleasure, emptying her load as Cam's pussy wrung her dry. Cam's eyes crossed as she also lost herself, groaning and whining her ecstasy out. She wiggled under Natalie, legs log her down, f Natalie in deep, as if worried she might try to pull out, that she wouldn't give her every drop.

  Camille held the illusion's head as she and Natalie both came, shuddering herself as she watched the dispy: the way her double's expression—her own face—twisted with asm.

  Finally, spent, Natalie slumped dowing her weight on top of Cam. Her cock softehe two girls panted into each asping for breath, for nearly a minute, ing down from their highs.

  But soon—maybe because her purpose had been served—the illusion finally gave out. Her body softened and started to dissolve into motes of light, the illusory image fading into the air. Natalie had nearly fotten she was a struct, a spell, she had felt so real.

  Then, a strange sequence of fug an illusion made itself apparent. With Cam's physical form vanishing, Natalie's load, previously trapped in Cam's womb, spilled out all at oo Camille's stomach—sihe two of them had been rutting on top of her. The fluid stained her uniform, nearly dreng her as it poured out. And Natalie too, because, with Cam gone, she fell onto Camille.

  sidering the explosive finish, though, Natalie only paid half attention to the warm liquid soaking into her uniform. Still riding the waves of ecstasy down, she could only pant into Camille's chest, hugging her.

  Camille, with marginally more faculties avaible, pursed her lips as she felt Natalie's cum soak her uniform. "Well, that's gonna be a problem. I hope you had your fun, at least."

  Natalie chuckled, then pressed her fato Camille's breasts. She didn't feel like an explicit ansarranted. Yes—it had been amazing.