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“Larson, be reasonable. A handsome man like you must be able to have any woman you want. Why let this opportunity go to waste for something so short-sighted? I’m a powerful woman. I have friends, influence. What do you want? A private island? Your own company? Whatever it is, I’m certain that I can call in favor from somewhere…”

“Two,” Larson said, and he picked now not to be long-winded.

Lara reached out to cup Larson’s thick testicles, kneading them gently. “That’s too much. That’s just too much. I’ll jack you off, but I won’t take you in my mouth. That’s final.”

“Three,” came his mocking voice. “Dammit, you’re going to do as you’re told, you cunt! This is your last chance! Four!”

Hesitantly she kissed the tip of his purple cockhead. Tasted the enticing rankness of his precum—its unmistakable tang sent wild shivers through her. Lara thought it was disgust she would have to manage, but instead it was passion. The taste was pleasant; the desire for more was incredible.

His cock was so hard, yet fleshy and overtly alive. It gave her trembling lips focus to brush against his stiffness, to part over it, to wrap around it. Warmth and desire swelled her lips as if his prick was some delicious piece of candy she couldn’t stop herself from devouring.

Tentative, still unsettled by what she was doing, Lara ran her wet, slippery tongue along Larson’s cockhead, then lavished it down his heated length, brushing and caressing and most of all tasting. Every licking stroke hit his prick with increased fervor.

Lara knew she could spend hours like this; testing Larson’s self-control but only giving him more pleasure in the end. She could not hold back, not be timid. She had to go all out. That would end this as soon as possible.

Her lips tingled. Lara opened them. They tingled more. She pushed them against Larson’s glans, sliding his cock inch by inch into her mouth. Tiny droplets of precum dotted her tongue as it ran the full length of his erection, filling her palate with the salty, bittersweet taste that she knew was only a sample of what his ejaculation would be.

She’d thought she would hate this, but now, forced into the act, under these taboo circumstances, with Sam watching her shame—it was just another thrill. Lara found the perversion infinitely exciting and decided to lean into it, allowing her body the flagrant lewdness and just bobbing her head up and down on Larson’s prick, no longer giving a damn about degradation.

She could fume over that later, when she was getting back at him. For now, she wouldn’t allow the bastard to rob her of whatever small pleasure she managed here. As far as Lara was concerned, she was using him. And his cock didn’t taste that bad… especially with fresh precum seeping from the tip of his dick.

His knob impacted the back of her throat. She reached down into her pubic thatch, returning to the hungry slit of her womanhood, feeling her folds immediately convulse around her probing finger.

Lara grew increasingly exhilarated. New sensations were fermenting in her belly, in her cunt, an erotic frenzy that she’d never imagined could make it through the ire she felt at Larson’s indecency.

Still, there was something delicious about his cock now, as it freely ran with copious precum. The more she tasted it, the closer she seemed to orgasm. She kept feeling a craving to really taste him—to hold his cum in her mouth the way she had his cock there now, to swallow it and hold onto it in her belly, possessing his seed like she couldn’t do with his dick.

She trailed her tongue along his throbbing shaft, making Larson start a soft motion with his hips, pumping himself into her tightly circled lips to fully feed her what she was so feverishly devouring.

Watching how aroused Lara had become was enthralling to Sam. She could literally see Lara slavering over Larson’s cock, both of them groaning with their desire for him to empty his balls into her mouth. Sam could only gape with voyeuristic delight at the proceedings.

She wanted to strip, to join Lara and Larson in their nudity, but she managed to restrain herself to simply reaching into her pants and rubbing her swollen cunt; it enthralled her to know that Lara was doing the same thing, that they were both turned on despite how undeniably wrong this was.

She watched with actual envy as her friend, her fantasy, the strongest women she knew, covered Larson’s massive prick with tightening lips. Sam didn’t know whether she wanted to be on the receiving end of that huge endowment or, somehow, the one who was being serviced by Lara. She was too busy watching how Lara’s cheeks hollowed and bulged obscenely with the motion of Larson’s fucking to make up her mind.

Lara’s eyes were glazed with animal lust. Seeing it, excited shudders electrified Sam’s body. She pushed her hand down harder against her pink, wet cunt—rubbing with more abandon—then sinking two fingers inside her, gyrating her hips in total lascivious pleasure.

She looked closer, seeing a combination of precum and saliva running from Lara’s mouth, and then three fingers were inside her quivering sex. Her soft lips greedily embraced Larson’s manhood, sucking it in and then trying to hold on as it came back out of her flushed face.

Larson smiled all the more lewdly as he fucked Lara’s absolutely sensuous face, made even more luscious by how it contorted as she sucked and gulped at his length. She took her hand from his balls and instead wrapped it around the base of his shaft, stroking what she couldn’t reach with her mouth—not yet. Larson’s eyes devoured her pumping fingers and equally determined mouth, his pummeling member seemingly lost between her gurgling mouth and her stroking fist.

She sucked on him like an overpaid whore, making his blood seethe in his veins and his seed froth in his balls. Larson pumped his hips against the wall separating them like he meant to break right through it, sinking his cock like a piledriver into Lara’s readily offered mouth. His pubic hair swiped over the tip of her nose. His balls slapped against her raised chin. He was close to finishing, ready to explode, and the urge to finally release into such a perfect cum dumpster as Lara Croft was completely irresistible.

“Shit, shit, shit!” he moaned.

And then Sam saw something she would never have expected, even after Lara had done something as impossible as sucking Larson off in the first place. The man jerked his prick away from Lara’s hungry mouth and held it just a few inches shy of her grasping lips.

“No, don’t take it away—Larson, please, I need it! Give me your cock!” Lara mewled thoughtlessly, her fingers wildly dancing on her wet sex, her lips parted as if to allow Larson’s cock back inside at any time he wanted.

As if he had to give into her pure, sluttish need, Larson’s cock spewed hot, sticky cum out onto Lara’s face. The first shot went directly into her open mouth. She instantly parted her lips more, thrusting out her pink tongue in a desperate attempt to catch more.

And more came, spurting from Larson’s tip like white water entering into a sinking ship. It coated Lara’s face, splashed on her outstretched tongue. Lara held her mouth open, gulping voraciously to make sure she didn’t lose a single precious drop, her throat all but gurgling as she took as much of his endless emissions as she could swallow.

Larson’s cock shot out its last ejection. Thin strings of his warm seed dribbled from the end of his cock to Lara’s sweatily glistening breasts, but the debauched aristocrat only ground her tits together, rubbing the fallen semen into the weighty contours of her bust.

Larson sagged forward, resting his weight against the wall that separated them, and Lara fervently took his falling prick into her mouth, sucking on it like a woman dying of thirst until it was fully cleaned and fully emptied.

Only then did she sink down to the floor, her cunt now even more a writhing frenzy of unmet need. Her fingers could only make the desire more intense. She looked up at Larson through the hole in the wall and pleaded: “Fuck me now, Larson, please—let me have your cock inside me—I need it—my pussy’s on fire—don’t stop now—fuck me, I’m begging you, fuck me!”

But Larson only chuckled and tucked his cock away. “You shouldn’t have waited for my post-nut clarity to try that little spiel. I know you’re only saying that to get a shot in at me. Don’t worry now—I forgive you. In due time you’ll get it, Lady Croft… but let’s get you cooled down a while first. Then maybe y’all be ready to appreciate all I’ve shown you I had to offer.”