"Uhmm... so what exactly am I supposed to do here?" Quinn asked, curios to know why Lyra bought him again...He was playing it cool, acting low-key even though the heavy thumping in his chest threatened to give him away.

"Well... I want to feel that pleasure again. Just like yesterday" Lyra confessed, her voice dropping to a vulnerable whisper.

Quinn looked at her, truly seeing her for a moment.

"She is really a good... wife material." he thought, though he quickly shook what he thought...

"Also... thank you for taking care of my tired body before you left," she added, a small, genuine smile playing on her lips.

’Fuck!! That’s definitely a crime! How can she be this cute and dangerous at the same time? Control, Quinn... control!’

Quinn started reciting a mental mantra to keep his composure, fearing that if he let his guard down for even a second, he’d lose his mind.

...

Without another word, they moved to the sofa, the very same sofa that was still faintly stained from yesterday’s torrential deed...

"Rub me," she ordered, her authoritative tone returning, though it was softened by a layer of raw lust.

Lyra was still wearing a tight leggings, the fabric straining against her curves.

Quinn nodded, his hands moving instinctively. He began to touch and rub the area, feeling the heat radiating through the pussy.

"Ahnn... ahnn... ahnn..." Lyra began to moan almost immediately.

TheSquirting Touch skill was clearly doing the work! , stripping away her inhibitions before the "real" work had even begun.

"Is this good?" Quinn asked. He wanted to make sure he was hitting the right rhythm, catering to Lyra’s specific preferences.

Lyra’s response wasn’t verbal...it was her body!!. She squirted so hard the moisture bled right through the thick fabric of her leggings.

Squirt!!!! Squirt!!

"Whoahh..." Quinn’s mouth hung open. The sheer volume was staggering, a veritable tidal wave compared to their previous session.

" Where is she hiding all these love juices? Does she have a secondary water tank in there?’ Quinn joked into his mind...Lyra was definitely squirting too much!

The juices soaked into the sofa, and Quinn knew it was time to get the real fun. He reached for the waistband of her leggings, peeling them down slowly to reveal the real deal."

Her tight, pink pussy was already glistening, slick with the evidence of her arousal. Lyra instinctively covered her face with her hands, her body trembling.

’She’s shy? Seriously?’Quinn chuckled internally.

’After everything we did, she’s playing the shy now? Women are truly a mystery, even in this world hehe...’

The fingering session began in earnest. Quinn had no intention of stopping, everything was just getting warmed up!

Every stroke and grind of his fingerss was calculated!

"Ahnn... ahnn... ahnnn... Yes!! That’s the spot, Quinn! Right there!!" Lyra’s persona was flipped upsidedown!!

The cold, aloof Milf Guard had been replaced by a woman who seemed physically incapable of functioning without his touch.

The magical properties of his skill were turning her into a total addict for his fingers!

’I wonder how she’ll react when she finally sees my 10 inch cock!?’ Quinn wondered, his mind working ahead even as his fingers worked overtime!

After several rounds of intense squirting, Lyra was panting heavily, her eyes glassy as she drifted through a haze of pleasure.

"Quinn... show me your penis," she said suddenly. The request was blunt, stripped of any shame. She wanted to see his part too!

"A-are you sure?" Quinn asked, playing the part of the modest slave for one last second.

She simply nodded, her gaze fixed on his waistline.

’Hehe, penis ? You’re about to meet the 10 inch monstrous cock!’ Quinn celebrated internally.

He reached for the drawstring of his rag tag prison pants and let them drop.

The monstrous cock was revealed in all its malevolent, 10 inch glory! It was fully erect, thick veins pulsing along the shaft, topped with a shining, pink head that seemed to glow in the ambient light of the room.

. "Ahhh!!!! What is that?!" Lyra let out a sharp, audible gasp

She was utterly floored. Her eyes went wide, darting from the base to the tip, unable to comprehend how a human even a "rat" could carry such a big thick thing....

"Surprised by the size?" Quinn asked. He kept his voice sincere and steady.

He knew better than to be too cocky, if he annoyed her, his monstrous cock might end up as a permanent fixture on her trophy wall!

Or even lay is the cold floor!

Lyra nodded repeatedly, like a captivated puppy. But then, a look of genuine concern crossed her face.

’Will that thing even fit... anywhere?’she wondered silently.

"Come here, Quinn... it shouldn’t just be me feeling good, right?" she whispered, a wild, predatory look entering her eyes.

Quinn stood up, realizing for the first time just how much he towered over her when they were both upright.

"Wait, won’t you get in trouble for this?" he asked, genuinely curious about the some matters related to this kind of stuff.

"I mean, doing... this... with a prisoner?"

"Trouble? For this?" Lyra laughed breathlessly, her hand reaching out to wrap around his girth.

" Fufu...others can even do whatever they want... We are the law here, Quinn, we can do anything."

She started moving her hand back and forth.

It was a masterpiece of a handjob...

’Ahrnnn... this is so fucking good! Her hands were made for this!’ Quinn felt a surge of pleasure that made the "professionals" back on Earth look like amateurs.

He bit his lip, refusing to let out a loud groan.

"Now... sit on the sofa. Touch me again," she commanded.

Quinn followed her lead, the sensation of her skin against his making his head swim.

"Can I touch your tits?" Quinn asked, putting on his most pitiful puppy-dog face.

"Ahnn... ahn... Tits? You mean... my breasts? Ahnn... ahnn..." She was moaning so loudly it was practically reverberating the whole room, the crime against silence.

"Yes... tits."

She nodded frantically, giving her consent.

Quinn didn’t wait. He unbuttoned her uniform top, peeling back the fabric to reveal two massive, perfectly shaped melons.

Even her black bra struggled to contain them; they seemed ready to burst free at any moment!!

"Holy....!" Quinn gasped.

"This is a literal treasure right here!"

"Ahnnn... ahnn... Hehe..." Lyra giggled meekly, a sudden flash of modesty hitting her. It was hilarious, considering she had been spreading her legs for him just minutes prior.

’Shit!! I don’t know how much longer I can hold back my cum!’ Quinn thought, his endurance being tested to its absolute limit. He reached out and cupped one of the massive mounds.

"So soft!! It’s like touching a marshmallow!" he complimented.

Lyra covered her mouth with her free hand, trying to muffle the sounds of her pleasure, but her other hand never slowed down.

She was determined to see this through. She wanted to see this monstrosity release its glory!!!

’My husband couldn’t hold a candle to this...’ she thought, her mind racing as she gripped him.

’How can a rat... be this...uhm, so big...?’