Brimful Depravation
Chapter 301: Open Door, Closed Path?. (Part 4)

Chapter 301: Chapter 301: Open Door, Closed Path?. (Part 4)

Assaulting and overtaking the cooperative mouth of the terrified but excited partner he has, the Rogue Cadet entangles his long soft tongue with Londra’s, doing a slobby dance more intense and fluid than the one thay had during their first encounter.

* Achievement Authentic Compatibility *

* +50,000 Proficiency *

* +150 Renown *

* +3 Levels *

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The kiss turns into a full fledged make out session, and Khallyon prepares his first real move over the sensual Instructor, as the fingers of his right hand wrap themselves savagely and methodically around the Woman’s neck.

In a sudden move, the Cadet enclose his grasp over the Female Instructor, employing enough pressure to make Londra wince and gasp for the lack of oxygen.

* "At My Mercy": +13,000 Proficiency *

The Mature Tanned Woman is dismayed by the notification, even if she doesn’t care about the rough and aggressive display of her Cadet, maintaining her stern attitude and straight glare against the suppressive touch of the towering Young Man with six and a half meters of height.

Such defiant and unperturbed expression on the Mature Tanned Woman are invigorating for the Rogue Cadet, who tenses his muscles and constrains Lorna’s airway with increasing strength.

"*Ahh*"; The muffled moan comes along with an uncontrollable tremor across the Female’s body, weakening her knees and relaxing her muscles, almost collapsing, fortunately for her, she is sitting.

* "Authentic Trust": +30,000 Proficiency *

"You have to wake up Londra"; Say the Young Man as he makes the Female Instructor to sit on his lap "This is not even the beginning of what I have planned for you".

Although this words are just a fact, in the ears of the receiver, sound more like a threatening warning, sending a chilling shiver through Instructor Londra’s spine, arching her back and facilitating Khallyon’s ministrations, as he pulls down the cleavage of the Instructor, to liberate the glorious mammaries from their prison.

"I miss this twins, they are almost perfect My Cute Little Lamb".

"Almost?"; Inquire Londra with a bit of suspicion, her tanned skin is not even, yet, the intonation hinted to something else, like a tattoo or a piercing.

"Yes Londra, Almost Perfect, they should be crying every time you are observing me".

"Crying?"; The Female Instructor doesn’t follow the coloquial meaning; Nevertheless, that is irrelevant and unnecessary for her, as Yi’Onnaisse brings a potion, showing how attentive she is.

Londra doesn’t question the Cadets about the approaching vial, limiting herself to be an absolutely obedient partner, parting open her lips, and drinking the content without protest, feeling in matter of seconds a rising heat, burning sensually inside of her massive breast, or at least massive for her height, yet, said size of her udders increase another fold.

Seeing Londra’s gigantic tits getting bigger, as her swollen nipples become even stiffer, is a sight so appealing that even Yi’Onnaisse has shown interest.

Especially because of the frown of pained discomfort, appearing in the woman’s face, tempting with the possibility of cracking the immaculated stern expression of the Mature and Voluptuous Tanned Woman.

The Female Instructor immediately feels something off, as the Novaless Attire decides to uncovers Khallyon’s lower body, releasing the bulking girth of the Rogue Cadet’s thick manhood.

The pole of flesh increases in size with the flow of rushing blood, irrigating the muscles of the Young Man, and preparing him for what is ahead.

Khallyon commands with authoritative intonation "I am not going to delay this further, get naked"; Londra obeys, unequipping her Instructor’s Outfit along with her underwear.

The bare moisten pussy of the Mature Tanned Woman is rubbing against the Young Man’s hardened virility, tempting him further, so he goes forward smacking the bubble butt cheeks of his Cute Little Lamb.

* "This Is Mine": +9,000 Proficiency *

Khallyon excitement rises again, as the Young Man grasps roughly and tightly the Instructor’s neck, lifting and aligning her to receive the entire length of his phallic mast.

Instructor Londra, tries to convey her coy trepidation, as she is not sure if something so enormous can fit in her tight and never used little pussy.

The Rogue Cadet smirks and grabs the perfect bun of Londra’s brown hair, fastly undoing it into a makeshift ponytail, holding it tightly and tugging it with firmness.

* "You Are Mine": +250,000 Proficiency *

"Yes!, I am yours!"; Admits the Mature Tanned Woman, brushing and rubbing the dick that is constantly touching her soaked wet vagina.

The contact is overwhelming, and the Female Instructor can’t help but to actively grind her wet pussy to heighten the new sensations she is uncovering and going through.

But she is not the only one delving into something; Because the Rogue Cadet rises his right hand, and with a fast descending move over the Female’s butt cheeks, he provokes Londra to deviate from her grinding path, getting impaled by twenty five inches of hardened and sturdy flesh.

* "First Coitus": +120,000 Proficiency *

* "First Copulation": +140,000 Proficiency *

* "Womanhood": +210,000 Proficiency *

* "Maidenless": +150,000 Proficiency *

* "Virginity": +550,000 Proficiency *

* +5% Overcharged *

* +5% Overcharged *

"*AHH!*"; A sharp moaning cry is heard, making difficult to determine if the scream was for the smack, the notifications, or for the rude intrusion.

The Female Instructor yelps and moans sexily, stiffening completely the Young Man’s cock with her drooling clenching cunt "That it is more suited for you, My Cute Little Breeding Lamb, Now ride me like if your future depended on it, because it does".

At the same time, Khallyon launches his pelvis forward, gliding deeper into his Cute Little Lamb’s damped folds, carving his way into the untouched sealed lower lips of Londra, who hornily moans with the initial invasion, feeling a sting sensation when her hymen was finally pierced and thorn apart by her brutal Rogue Cadet.

With jelly like legs, the stern Instructor is not able to lift herself up, instead, she wiggles her rear, to the left and right, with steady pace.

Nevertheless, the stimulation is not enough for the Rogue Cadet, who embraces Londra with his free arm...