Alice's breasts hung heavy in Alice's palms, the olive flesh bulging obscenely between her fingers, the sweat built up over the long spanking trickling down her long, powerful fingers. She wiggled stubbornly, as if to show she was still resisting, but all that did was make Chloe's meaty cock dig in deeper between her sore, sensitive asscheeks. She had a sense what she was up for now-being ravished and used by this pig of a woman...and the most infuriating thing was how exciting it all felt! She knew she should be disgusted, violated, angry! But though all of that was there, it was lilliputian compared to the buzz of arousal and anticipation.<br/><br/>This was why Alice hated dealing with other scions. Hated how she loved the feeling of Chloe's sinuous body against hers, hated how her sex was already moist and ready, how her senses narrowed to focus only on that incredibly sexy accent, or how she tenderly returned the kiss placed on her lips.<br/><br/>Hated it. But fuck, did it feel good.<br/><strong><br/>"Alice Masters."</strong>