He could see Iris there, in the quality of the sheen that the gash produced. She had gotten to keep her own color on the revealed folds underneath, while the shape of the mounds of Manon's sex were already recorded to his memory, when she'd pulled out of his pool during her leisure, and the bathing suit stuck, drowned to the outlines of her divide. It was amazing but Kedrick allowed himself little time to be amazed. That is the nature of indulgence, to forget about proper awe.<br/><br/>Beautiful maid with her supposed tool now sticking out of her. How inappropriate that she should liked it so much. And how exactly to his tastes. A rushing confidence drowned his heart behind his ribs, and he saw the waving of the flat head, telling him exactly how she felt about it. He must have remembered somewhere in his madness that this could not be Manon, after all, when he longed to see her flowers in the paths of the smarting knife, once enough sap had paved the way from the small wounds. An artist, he'd recon. Because with his nymph, he could be anything.<br/><br/>In the first trials of this fantastical system of toys, the company had worried about their product's effect on society. Living in a dream held up by something ever-shifting is the same thing as spelling downfall. And if only the powerful could afford this escape, what would happen when they became addled with heaven? Kedrick did not think about it - they'd not sold to him for his pristine psyche - but it affected him all the same. And Iris had not been given the properties to reel him in, or even recognize his tilt.<br/><br/>Instead of safeguarding his moral self, or at least tempering indulgence so he shouldn't fall too far into rewards, he listened to her affirmations through a lewd throat, and took pleasure in clogging her airway up. It was not the kind of thing you could do to a fellow person, but Iris's build let him have the friction of her swallowing muscles, and the firm hold of cartilage rings. She even stilled for his game. He loved Manon a little more then, for Iris's efforts. It was horrible that she could play against him with her slick blade, but after a few strokes he came to expect it.<br/><br/>Kedrick lowered his head to look down at her as he panted, his hips rolling still, to evenly use her throat and esophagus for sport while her tongue urged him on. "You are not learning your lesson." but he said it sweetly. He moved back, slowly because there was no panic in her, until her good mouth unlocked around the head of his flesh. Instead of going back to where her body split, he turned her by a simple pull of a protruding, naked foot. The way she held her legs, his cock hit the spatula when she was facing away from him with her head, and her sap-wound was to his disposal again.<br/><br/>Kedrick grabbed the silver flat of it and rolled it deeper into her. What kind of anatomy did she have, other than those beautifully suckling walls? Would the handle bottom out? Was there a place where his seed could take hold if he wished it. He'd bury it until he knew, while he should have already. He'd wanted Manon, and she was a woman. Iris and her eye for detail wouldn't forget that, unless he wanted her to. Was there some dark satisfaction to compromising her fertile apparatus? How evil. How decadent.<br/><br/>"You know how you keep waving this thing at me, Manon?" he asked as he pushed at her shins to mold her tighter to the floor, which would raise her butt. She liked to sway it while she walked. His pulsing, frustrated member was served up against her pucker while the spatula stayed where it was. Kedrick didn't hide his intentions. Or delay them. With its head aimed, he applied pressure to start introducing it to the excruciating cling that was her last entrance. He laughed darkly in his throat. Would Manon be this kind of girl?<br/><br/>He found his rhythm soon, thriving on the sap that had spilled from her cunt to drown that cross of folds, too. He gritted his teeth at the vice-like hug, but stayed determined to deliver more thrusts into her before he released. He felt rather good about his own endurance before finally spilling, buried deep enough to lift her stomach slightly. Kedrick dropped his head in exhaustion, both in his heart and in his lungs.