Common Sense Altering System

Ray didn’t let up. He kept railing Prilly from behind on that cheap sofa in the empty shop, cock punching in and out of a pussy already soaked and gripping him tight. Every deep stroke made that wet slap bounce off the walls. Sofa creaked. Skin smacked skin. Prilly’s breath kept breaking into the cushion.

He folded over her, hooked an arm around that slim waist and yanked her flush against him so there was nowhere to go. Still didn’t slow down. He buried it to the hilt, held it there a second, then dragged it almost out and slammed it home again. Prilly gasped. Her back arched on instinct.

His hand climbed. He palmed one of her small tits from behind — just enough to fill his hand, soft, nipple already hard. He pinched it, rolled it between his fingers while he kept fucking her. Sometimes he twisted just enough to make her jolt.

"You hate Milady?" Ray rasped against her ear, breath hot on the back of her neck. Hips never stopped. In. Out. Deep. Mean.

Prilly moaned and her pussy clenched around him every time he asked. "Yeah..." Her voice cracked. "She’s a parasite. She’s squatting in me. She’s the reason everything’s fucked."

He squeezed her tit harder, thumb dragging over the sweaty nipple, and drove in deeper without changing pace. Wet slap. Wet slap. Wet slap. "I need a favor."

Prilly lifted her head, still face-down, ass still shoving back onto him. "You wanna know what system she’s got?"

Ray stayed wrapped around her from behind, cock still working that tight wet heat. One hand stayed on her tit, thumb flicking the nipple.

"Yeah. What’s the system?"

Prilly moaned first, pussy fluttering. "Mind Power System."

He slammed in once, hard. "What level?"

"A hundred."

He bottomed out and stayed there, cock throbbing. "You can use it?"

Prilly shoved her ass back onto him, chasing it. Voice wrecked. "I can. I just don’t wanna right now." She glanced back, cheek wet. "I’m too busy feeling your dick."

That did it. Ray’s grip on her waist turned brutal. He started pounding her harder, deeper, skin slapping louder. He twisted that little tit again, ducked down, found her neck, then Prilly turned all the way and they crashed into a kiss.

Messy. Wet. Tongues fighting while he kept railing her from behind. She moaned into his mouth every time he hit the end of her. A string of spit connected them when they broke for air, then they went right back in. Ray locked her tighter — chest to her back, left hand mauling her tit, right hand braced on her stomach so every thrust landed full.

She couldn’t talk clean anymore. Just moans and wet sounds. Him either. The kiss got sloppier, hungrier, while his hips kept working. Sofa complaining. Shop dead quiet except them.

He didn’t break the kiss. Tongue still in her mouth while he fucked her stupid from behind, cock dragging her wetness down her thighs. Then he fisted her hair and yanked her off his mouth so she had to look back at him, eyes half-lidded, ass still up and chasing.

"Listen, Milady." Prilly’s voice was wrecked but clear. "You feel this too, don’t you. His cock. Deep. Hot. You feel this pussy squeezing him."

Ray drove in harder. Left hand still working that small tit — squeeze, twist, pinch. Right hand pinning her stomach. "Yeah. Listen good." A short, hoarse laugh. "Parasite. You mooch off somebody else’s body and now you get to feel me fuck that body from behind."

Prilly moaned, pussy twitching. "She hears it. She feels it. Every time you slam in, she gets it. Every time you pinch my tit, she feels that too." She shoved back onto him, matching his rhythm. "That’s why I’m not using her system right now. I want her stuck in this. I want her hearing how wet it is. I want her feeling you hold my waist down."

Ray bit her shoulder, then kissed her sloppy from the side — teeth, tongue, breath — still pounding. "Say it again," he growled between kisses. "Tell her."

She kissed him first, then tore off. "Milady. You hate my name. You hate this body. But this body’s getting fucked right now. Deep. Rough. You feel how hot it is. You feel how wet it is. You feel how he holds me so I can’t even crawl away."

Ray crushed her tit in his hand. Small, perfect in his palm, nipple slick with sweat. He sped up. The wet sound got filthy. "Level one hundred, she said. Mind Power System. Right now you don’t get to do shit but feel. You can’t take over. ’Cause I’m still inside."

Prilly nodded fast, hair a mess. "Yeah. Long as you’re in me, she can’t slip in. She just has to take it. Take the feeling. Take the sound. Take the way you’re fucking me." She turned again, hunting his mouth. They kissed deeper, wetter. She moaned into him every time he bottomed out.

Ray pulled off, breathing hard, still wrapped around her, chest glued to her back. "You hear that, Milady? You were the one who wanted me as a slave. You were the one reading minds. Now all you get is my cock. You feel me grabbing these little tits. You feel me pinning her stomach. You feel me railing you from behind like I’m teaching this body who it belongs to."

Prilly let out a broken, wet little laugh. "She’s pissed. I can feel it. She wants to scream. She can’t. ’Cause I’m the one holding this body right now. And it feels good." She clenched on purpose — tight, hot, soaked. "Feel that, Milady? I’m keeping him in. I’m squeezing. I want you feeling it till you can’t stand it."

Ray got heavier with it. Not frantic — just deep, mean strokes. All the way in. Almost out. Slam. Her ass was going red. She was dripping onto the sofa. "Wear her out," he said. "You said you like my dick. So you hold her there. You answer me while you hold her."

"I’m holding her," Prilly hissed. "I’m holding the feeling. I’m holding your voice. I’m holding the way you kiss me while you fuck me." She looked back. They kissed again — tongue, teeth, breath catching. In the middle of it he pinched her nipple hard enough to make her jerk in his arms.

He left his mouth on her cheek. "Milady. You asked why nobody wants you. Somebody’s fucking your body now. Rough. From behind. Groping. Holding her down. Asking about your system. Level one hundred. And all you can do is feel it."

Prilly moaned long. "She hears it. She’s embarrassed. She’s hot. She feels this pussy getting opened. She feels this tit getting twisted. She feels you kissing me. She feels all of it." She pushed back harder. "That’s why I won’t use the system. I want her stuck. I want her hearing me get off. I want her hearing me ask you to go deeper."

Ray listened. He locked her hips and started punching it in deeper, heavier. Slap. Slap. Slap. Sofa screaming now. "Deeper," he repeated, voice wrecked. "You hear that, parasite. The body’s asking. Not you. The one squatting. The mind-reader. The one playing games. Now you just take it."

Prilly nodded, barely holding her voice together. "Yeah. She’s taking it. I’m the one feeling good. I’m the one feeling your cock. I’m the one feeling you wrapped around me from behind. I’m the one feeling you grope me. I’m the one feeling you kiss me. She’s just along for the ride. That’s worse than dying."

Ray dropped to her neck, bit, then found her mouth again. Wet, messy kiss while he kept pounding. Both hands went to those small tits for a second — squeeze, twist — then one hand slid down and rubbed her clit. Prilly shook. Her legs almost gave. Pussy clamped down hard.

"Say your name," he demanded against her mouth. "So she hears it."

"Prilly," she hissed. "My name’s Prilly. Not you. You’re the parasite. You’re the squatter. You’re the one who wrecked everything. Now you feel me taking dick. You feel me dripping. You feel me keeping you locked in here."

Ray laughed under his breath, wrecked. "Prilly. You hear that, Milady. That name you hate. The one that made you black out earlier. That name’s the one holding this body down. That name’s the one squeezing my cock. That name’s the one begging me to fuck her deeper."

She turned and found his mouth again. They kissed until they ran out of air. Ray didn’t pause. Deep. Wet. Heavy. One hand still on her tit. Other hand still pinning her stomach. Ass still up. Shop still empty. Nothing in it but skin, the sofa, breathing, and the shit they were throwing at a third person who couldn’t get out.

"You hear all of it," Prilly whispered on his lips. "You feel all of it. Don’t cover your ears. Don’t shut it off. That’s his cock. That’s the pace. That’s how he holds me. That’s how he gropes. That’s how he kisses. That’s how he fucks the body you stole."

Ray drove in again. Deeper. Meaner. "And I ain’t done. You hold it. You listen. You feel it. Till I get tired. Till you get tired. Till you can’t even stand this memory."

Prilly moaned into his mouth. "Yeah. Hold it. Don’t stop. She can still hear. She can still feel. And I still want it."

He didn’t stop. Kiss. Hands. Thrusts. Wet. Tight. Hot. The name Prilly. The name Milady. And the body they were using together with zero mercy.

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