"Ugh, finally... somewhere with actual service," Brianna huffed, balancing her phone between her shoulder and ear as she strutted toward the poolside bar, her hips swaying just enough to make heads turn. The midday sun glinted off her diamond-studded sunglasses, and she didn't bother to lower her voice as she snapped into the phone, "No, Mother, I don't care if Daddy's 'concerned'... tell him to wire the damn allowance or I'll post those Monaco photos myself."
A waiter rushed forward with a tray, but she flicked a hand dismissively without even glancing his way. "Champagne. Not that domestic swill," she commanded, then rolled her eyes at whatever her mother was squawking about on the other end. "Oh please, like anyone actually believes we 'donate' to those orphanages for tax breaks. Stop being so pedestrian."
The pool water shimmered like liquid sapphire, but Brianna's attention snagged on a group of college-aged guys lounging nearby, their lingering stares, the way one nudged his friend. She smirked, slow and knowing, as she let the phone drop into her designer tote. "Oops. Battery died," she lied aloud to no one, stretching her arms overhead in a way that made her bikini top strain deliciously against her curves.
One of the boys, tanned, cocky, the kind who thought he had a chance, called out, "Need someone to apply your sunscreen?" Brianna didn't even turn. "Darling," she drawled, plucking the champagne flute from the waiter's tray, "if I wanted something cheap and greasy, I'd order fries." The burst of laughter from nearby sunbathers was sweeter than the bubbles on her tongue.
Her bare feet padded toward the infinity pool's edge, the tiles warm beneath her toes. She could feel their eyes on her, the collective intake of breath as she dipped one toe in, then paused, arching her back just so, letting the sunlight catch every dip and curve. Let them look. Let them want. Games were so much more fun when she stacked the deck.
A shadow slid across the water, long, elegant, distinctly not human. Brianna didn't turn, but her pulse kicked. "If you're going to hover, at least make yourself useful," she purred, swirling her champagne.
The silence stretched, thick as the humidity, before a voice like smoked honey replied, "Useful is such a... limiting word."
Brianna finally glanced over her shoulder, and there she was: tall, animated, radiating predatory grace. The toon's CG skin shimmered under the sun, unreal and intoxicating. "Cinder," the toon introduced herself, lips curling around the name like it was a secret.
Brianna smirked, tilting her head. "Wallace," she countered, as if it were a challenge. The way Cinder's amber eyes flickered, lust? Amusement? Made her toes curl against the wet tile. "As in the department store?"
Cinder mused, stepping closer, her shadow swallowing Brianna's. The toon's fingers trailed along her own collarbone, deliberate, teasing. "Or as in the girl who always gets what she wants?"
The champagne flute trembled in Brianna's grip. This wasn't how it usually went. "Let's find out," she breathed, and the way Cinder's pupils dilated into heart shapes sent a thrill straight to her core.
"Darling, you really shouldn't..." Brianna began, but Cinder's fingers curled around hers, guiding the glass to her own lips with deliberate slowness. The human girl's pulse hammered as Cinder tipped it back, the bubbles catching the sunlight as they slid down her throat, no steam, no whistles. Nothing.
"Years, darling," Cinder murmured, licking a droplet from her lower lip. Brianna's breath hitched at the sight of her tongue, CG-perfect and just a shade too red. "You think you're the first human to try intoxicating me?" She set the empty flute on the pool's edge with a soft clink, then turned, her hips swaying in a rhythm that made the water ripple.
Brianna's fists clenched at her sides. She could smell the champagne on Cinder's breath when she paused, glancing back over her shoulder. The toon's smile was a blade wrapped in silk. "Well?" Cinder purred. "Aren't you going to chase me?"
For once, Brianna hesitated. The rules of the game had shifted, this wasn't some starry-eyed college boy trailing after her like a puppy. This was something else entirely. She let out a slow breath through her nose, then forced her shoulders to relax, her lips curling into a lazy smirk. "Chase you?" she scoffed, running a hand through her hair. "Please. If you want something, you come and take it."
Cinder's laughter was low, a sound that curled around Brianna's spine like smoke. "Is that so?" The toon took a step forward, then another, her hips swaying with deliberate slowness. Brianna held her ground, even as her pulse hammered against her ribs. Cinder's fingers brushed her shoulder, warm, solid despite their animated sheen, and Brianna's skin prickled at the contact.
Then, just as quickly, Cinder pulled away, leaving only the ghost of her touch lingering in the air. Brianna's breath caught in her throat as the toon turned, walking toward the pool's edge, her reflection rippling in the water.
"Tell me, Brianna Wallace," Cinder mused, trailing a fingertip along the surface of the water, sending little waves outward. "What is it you *really* want?" She turned her head just slightly, amber eyes gleaming. "The thrill of the chase? Or the satisfaction of being caught?"
Brianna scoffed, stepping closer, the tiles cool beneath her bare feet. "Don't flatter yourself," she said, her voice dripping with practiced indifference, even as her nipples tightened beneath her bikini top. "I don't get caught. I do the catching."
Cinder's laughter was a low, knowing hum. "Oh, sweetheart," she murmured, turning fully now, her hips swaying as she closed the distance between them. "You've never played with a toon before, have you?" Her fingers brushed Brianna's waist, sending a shiver down the human girl's spine. "We don't follow your rules."
Brianna's pulse roared in her ears as Cinder leaned in, her lips hovering just above Brianna's earlobe. "But don't worry," the toon whispered, her breath warm and teasing. "I'll make sure you enjoy losing." The words sent a rush of heat straight to Brianna's core, her thighs pressing together instinctively as Cinder pulled back, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Unless, of course, you'd rather admit you're already mine?"
Brianna's jaw tightened. "In your dreams, toon," she shot back, but her voice lacked its usual bite. Cinder only grinned, stepping backward into the pool, the water parting around her like liquid silk.
"Then prove it," Cinder challenged, sinking into the water until only her shoulders and head remained above the surface. "Or are you afraid you'll like it too much?"
Brianna hesitated for only a heartbeat before following, the water cool against her flushed skin as she waded in, her eyes locked on Cinder's. "You wish," she muttered, but her breath hitched as the toon's fingers traced a slow, deliberate path up her thigh beneath the water.
"Mm," Cinder hummed, her other hand coming to rest on Brianna's hip, pulling her closer. "I do." The admission sent a jolt through Brianna, her resolve crumbling as Cinder's lips brushed hers, feather-light and maddening. "But then," the toon murmured against her mouth, "so do you."
Brianna's hands found Cinder's waist, her fingers digging into the toon's impossibly smooth skin. "Shut up," she breathed, and then she was kissing her, hard and hungry, the taste of champagne still lingering on Cinder's lips. The water lapped around them, warm and inviting, as Brianna surrendered, just a little, to the game.
Cinder chuckled against her mouth, pulling back just enough to trace Brianna's lower lip with her thumb. "Careful," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "You're starting to sound like you *want* me." Brianna's stomach clenched at the tease, her pride flaring. She wasn't some desperate debutante, she was Brianna fucking Wallace.
"Please," Brianna scoffed, twisting out of Cinder's grasp with a practiced flick of her wrist. "I don't *want* anything." She arched a brow, letting her hips sway as she waded backward through the water, her skin tingling where Cinder had touched her. "But if you're so eager to prove yourself," she added, her voice dropping to a purr, "why don't you crawl over here and show me what you've got?"
Cinder's eyes flashed, lust mingling with something darker, before she dipped beneath the water's surface, her form shimmering beneath the blue. Brianna's breath caught as a hand slid up her thigh, slow and deliberate, the touch scalding despite the cool water. "Oh, sweetheart," Cinder's voice echoed, distorted and teasing, "you have *no* idea what you're asking for."
The sudden press of Cinder's mouth against her inner thigh sent sparks shooting up Brianna's spine, her toes curling against the slick tile beneath her. She bit her lip, refusing to give the toon the satisfaction of a gasp, but when Cinder's fingers brushed higher, Brianna's resolve wavered, her hips tilting into the touch despite herself. "That's..." she started, but the words dissolved into a shudder as Cinder's tongue traced a hot, wet path upward. "Fuck."
Cinder surfaced with a smirk, water cascading down her animated frame. "Begging already?" she teased, her fingers still tracing lazy circles just shy of where Brianna needed her most. "And here I thought you Wallace girls had *standards*."
Brianna's nails scraped against Cinder's shoulders, her breath coming faster now. "Don't..." she started, but the protest died in her throat as Cinder's thumb pressed against her clit, slow and relentless. "God, you're insufferable," Brianna gasped, her head falling back as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
"Mm," Cinder hummed, her lips brushing Brianna's ear. "But you love it." And then her fingers were inside her, curling just *so*, and Brianna's vision blurred at the edges, her thighs trembling. "Say it," Cinder murmured, her other hand tangling in Brianna's hair, tugging just enough to sting. "Say you're mine."
Brianna laughed, a breathless, jagged thing, and dragged her nails down Cinder's back, relishing the way the toon shuddered. "Dream on," she panted, sliding her own hand between them, her fingers slick with pool water and something warmer as she found Cinder's entrance. "You're the one who's going to be begging."
Cinder's breath hitched, her hips jerking forward into Brianna's touch, but her smirk never wavered. "Oh, darling," she purred, twisting her fingers deeper inside Brianna, making her gasp. "You're *adorable* when you lie." The words dissolved into a moan as Brianna pressed harder, her thumb circling Cinder's clit with ruthless precision.
The water rippled around them, their movements growing frantic, neither willing to relent. Brianna's breath came in short, sharp bursts, her body arching into Cinder's touch even as she fought to maintain control. "You're...*fuck*... you're going to break first," she managed, her voice raw with want. Cinder's answering laugh was dark, promising, as she nipped at Brianna's lower lip.
"Try me," she whispered, and then they were lost in each other again, the game intensifying in the heat of the moment.
"You're trembling," Cinder murmured, her lips brushing Brianna's collarbone as her fingers worked deeper, twisting just so. The human girl's breath hitched, god, the toon knew exactly how to play her body like an instrument. Brianna retaliated by sinking her teeth into Cinder's shoulder, relishing the way the toon's animated skin yielded just enough to leave a mark. "Mine," Brianna growled against her skin, though the word came out more desperate than she intended.
Cinder only laughed, low and throaty, her free hand sliding up to grip Brianna's throat, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make her pulse hammer. "Funny," she purred, her thumb pressing into the hollow of Brianna's throat, "I was just thinking the same thing about you." The admission hung between them, charged and dangerous, as their movements grew messier, less about winning and more about claiming.
Water sloshed over the pool's edge as Brianna arched into her, their bodies pressed so close she could feel the way Cinder's animated pussy clenched around her fingers, slick and desperate. "Tell me," Cinder gasped, her voice cracking just slightly, the first real crack in her composure. "Tell me you want this." Brianna's answering moan was muffled against Cinder's neck, her hips rolling helplessly into every thrust, every stroke, until neither of them could remember who was supposed to be winning anymore.
The world narrowed to the slide of skin, the sting of chlorine in Brianna's nose, the way Cinder's thighs trembled against hers. "Look at me," Cinder demanded, gripping Brianna's chin hard enough to bruise, and god, Brianna wanted to hate how her body obeyed instantly. Their eyes locked, human blue meeting toon amber, and Cinder's smirk was razor-sharp even as her breath hitched. "Say it," she whispered, twisting her fingers *just so*, and Brianna's vision whited out for a second, her whole body clenching around the sensation.
Around them, the poolside chatter continued, oblivious. A waiter passed by with a tray of drinks, laughing at some joke. Brianna could hear her own pulse roaring in her ears, the wet slap of skin beneath the water deafening. "Fuck you," she panted, but it lacked any real venom, especially when Cinder dragged her nails down Brianna's inner thigh, her touch electric.
"No, darling," Cinder murmured, nipping at Brianna's earlobe. "*Fuck me*."
The command sent a shudder through Brianna, her hips bucking forward instinctively, her fingers plunging deeper into Cinder's heat. The toon's breath caught, her animated skin flushing a deeper shade of crimson, her control slipping for the first time, and Brianna grinned, wild and triumphant. "You first," she taunted, thumb circling Cinder's clit with ruthless precision, and the sound Cinder made was raw, unfiltered, nothing like the polished purr from before.
"God, you're *infuriating*," Cinder gasped, her free hand tangling in Brianna's hair, tugging hard enough to make her scalp sting. The pain-pleasure mix sent sparks down Brianna's spine, her own climax hovering just out of reach, maddeningly close. "Admit it," Cinder growled against her lips, her voice ragged now, her usual composure shattered. "You're *mine*." The words dripped with possession, with something darker, and Brianna's stomach clenched, her body arching into the claim even as her pride rebelled.
"You wish," Brianna breathed, but her voice cracked, her hips grinding against Cinder's thigh, the friction almost too much. The water around them rippled, their movements growing erratic, desperate, neither willing to relent. Cinder's fingers twisted inside her again, deeper this time, and Brianna's vision blurred, her thighs trembling violently. "Fuck...*fuck*," she choked out, her nails digging into Cinder's back, her body coiled tight, teetering on the edge.
Cinder's lips curled into a smirk, smug even as her own breath came in shallow gasps, her hips jerking against Brianna's touch. "Say it," she whispered, her voice rough with want, her fingers relentless. "Say you're mine." The demand was a last-ditch play, a final gambit, and Brianna knew it, but the pressure building inside her was unbearable, her body screaming for release. She opened her mouth, to protest, to defy, but what came out was a broken, shuddering moan, her body convulsing around Cinder's fingers as pleasure ripped through her, white-hot and all-consuming.
Cinder's triumphant laugh was the last thing Brianna heard before her own climax tore through her, the toon's name spilling from her lips like a surrender.
"Say it again," Cinder growled, her fingers still working inside Brianna, drawing out the aftershocks until Brianna's thighs trembled violently.
Brianna's head lolled back, her vision swimming with chlorine and sunlight as she gasped, "F-fuck you..." but the protest died when Cinder's mouth crashed into hers, hot and possessive, her tongue claiming every inch of space. Brianna moaned into the kiss, her fingers tightening in Cinder's hair, pulling just to feel the toon hiss against her lips.
Cinder broke away first, her animated chest rising rapidly as she smirked down at the dazed human. "Mine," she whispered, pressing one last biting kiss to Brianna's swollen lips before withdrawing her fingers with a slow, deliberate drag that made Brianna whimper.
Then Cinder arched sharply, her animated pussy clenching around Brianna's fingers still buried inside her as her own climax hit, her entire body shimmering with cartoonish intensity, her eyes transforming into pulsing red hearts as clear, viscous fluid spilled over Brianna's wrist in warm pulses.
"Now," Cinder panted, catching Brianna's wrist and licking her own release from the human's skin with deliberate slowness, "we finish this in my room."
Brianna scoffed, wiping her wet fingers against Cinder's thigh, only for the toon to catch her hand again, pressing Brianna's palm flat against her still-thrumming pussy. "You're *really* bad at following orders, aren't you?" Cinder murmured, her voice rough from exertion but still dripping with amusement.
Brianna's breath hitched as Cinder stepped back, water sluicing down her animated curves, her hips swaying with every movement as she climbed the pool steps. The sunlight caught the rivulets tracing her spine, the way her ass flexed with each step, and Brianna's mouth went dry despite herself. "I don't *do* orders," she managed, even as her legs carried her forward without thought, the tiles cool against her soles.
Cinder paused at the top step, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk that made Brianna's pulse stutter. "No?" she purred, tilting her head just enough for her damp hair to slide over one shoulder. "Then why are you following me?" The challenge hung between them, thick as the humidity, and Brianna's fingers twitched at her sides, itching to grab, to claim.
"Because," Brianna said, stepping closer until their bodies nearly touched again, her voice dropping to a whisper against Cinder's ear, "I *want* to." The admission tasted foreign on her tongue, but the way Cinder's pupils dilated into heart shapes made it worth it.
Cinder smirked, trailing a fingertip down Brianna's sternum, lingering just above her racing heartbeat. "Funny," she murmured, her breath warm against Brianna's lips. "I didn't realize Wallace heiresses knew how to *want* anything they couldn't buy."
Brianna's nails dug into Cinder's waist, her pulse throbbing where the toon's thumb brushed her collarbone. "Shut up," she breathed, but there was no bite left, only the raw, aching need pooling low in her belly.
Cinder chuckled, low and knowing, before turning on her heel with a sway of hips that left no room for argument. "Keep up, darling," she called over her shoulder, her voice dripping with promise. "Or I'll start without you." The unspoken challenge hung in the air, and Brianna's bare feet were already moving, her skin still humming from where Cinder had touched her.
The walk through the resort was a gauntlet of stares, human guys slack-jawed, girls whispering behind manicured hands, toons blinking with cartoonish curiosity. Brianna ignored them all, her focus locked on the way Cinder's animated ass shifted beneath her bikini with each step, the way her CG skin caught the light like liquid sin. "Enjoying the view?" Cinder purred, glancing back just enough to catch Brianna's gaze lingering. Brianna scoffed, but her fingers flexed at her sides, itching to grab, to claim.
The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Brianna found herself pinned against it, Cinder's mouth hot and demanding against hers. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, Cinder's fingers tangling in Brianna's hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp. "Mine," Cinder growled against her lips, her free hand sliding down to grip Brianna's thigh, hiking it up around her waist. Brianna's pulse roared in her ears, her body arching into the contact, her skin alight where Cinder's animated fingers traced burning paths.
Cinder broke the kiss only to nip at Brianna's jaw, her breath ragged against the human girl's throat. "Say it," she demanded, her voice rough with want.
Brianna's laugh was breathless, her hips grinding against Cinder's thigh, the friction maddening. "Make me," she challenged, and the way Cinder's eyes darkened sent a thrill straight to her core.
"Strip," Cinder commanded, stepping back, her voice a velvet whip. Brianna's fingers hesitated at her bikini ties, no one *ordered* her, but the heat in Cinder's gaze made her skin prickle. Slowly, deliberately, she peeled the damp fabric away, letting it pool at her feet. "Good girl," Cinder purred, tracing a fingertip down Brianna's sternum. "Now me."
Brianna's nails caught the strings of Cinder's bikini, her breath hitching as the toon's animated skin shimmered under her touch. The red fabric slipped away, revealing taut, unreal curves that glistened under the dim light. "Knees," Cinder whispered, pressing Brianna down with a hand in her hair, guiding her until the tile bit into her bare skin.
The first lick drew a gasp from Cinder, her thighs tensing around Brianna's shoulders. Brianna savored the taste, synthetic sweetness with an electric tang, her tongue swirling deeper as Cinder's fingers tightened in her hair. "Don't stop," Cinder hissed, her hips jerking forward, her animated pussy clenching around Brianna's tongue like a live wire.
Brianna groaned, the vibration sending a shudder through Cinder's body, her toon flesh rippling with cartoonish tremors. "Harder," Cinder demanded, grinding down against Brianna's mouth, her voice fraying at the edges. "Use your teeth... just like that,... *fuck*..." Her words dissolved into a moan as Brianna obeyed, nipping at Cinder's swollen clit before sucking hard, relishing the way Cinder's thighs trembled against her ears.
The toon's breath came in ragged gasps, her animated skin flushing deeper crimson as she neared the edge. "Look at me," Cinder ordered, gripping Brianna's chin, forcing her gaze upward. Their eyes locked, human blue drowning in pulsing red hearts, as Cinder's climax hit, her pussy convulsing around Brianna's tongue in rhythmic pulses. "Swallow," she commanded, her voice rough with pleasure, "every drop."
Brianna's throat worked as Cinder's release flooded her mouth, the taste oddly fizzy, like carbonated honey. She swallowed obediently, her lips still sealed tight around Cinder's twitching flesh, until the toon finally pulled away with a satisfied sigh. "Good girl," Cinder purred, tracing Brianna's lower lip with her thumb, her smirk razor-sharp. "Now, let's see if you can take me the same way back here."
She turned abruptly, bending at the waist with exaggerated slowness, her palms flat against the tile as she presented herself—her ass high, her tight, glistening toon asshole winking under the dim light. "Tongue. Now," Cinder ordered, glancing over her shoulder with hooded eyes. "And don't make me wait."
Brianna hesitated, her pulse hammering at the unfamiliar command, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Cinder's fingers clenched against the tile, her animated skin flickering with impatience. "Tick-tock, Wallace," she drawled, rolling her hips in a slow, taunting circle. "Or are you *scared* you'll like it too much?"
The taunt snapped something in Brianna. She leaned forward, her nose brushing the crease of Cinder's ass as her tongue flicked out experimentally, first a teasing lick, then a slow, deliberate press against the tight ring of muscle. Cinder's breath hitched, her back arching as Brianna's tongue worked deeper, the taste saltier here, edged with something electric that made her own thighs clench. "Harder," Cinder gasped, her voice cracking as Brianna obeyed, her tongue plunging in with relentless precision, her fingers digging into Cinder's hips to hold her still.
The toon's moan was ragged, her animated flesh rippling under Brianna's mouth as she fucked her with her tongue, each stroke drawing out another broken sound. "Y-yes," Cinder panted, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the slick tile, her ass pushing back greedily. "Just like that...*fuck*...don't stop..." Her words dissolved into a whimper as Brianna twisted her tongue just so, the vibration sending a visible shudder through Cinder's entire body.
Brianna smirked against her, pressing her nose deeper into the cleft of Cinder's ass, breathing in the heady mix of chlorine and something inexplicably *cartoon* like ozone and sugar. "You taste..." she murmured, but Cinder cut her off with a sharp thrust of her hips, her animated skin pulsing against Brianna's lips.
"Less talking," Cinder gasped, her voice raw. "More *doing*." She punctuated the demand with another roll of her hips, grinding Brianna's face into the slick heat of her, the pressure relentless. "Unless you're giving up already?" The taunt was breathless, half-hearted, but Brianna snarled into the curve of her ass, her fingers tightening on Cinder's thighs as she doubled down, her tongue fucking in and out with a rhythm that left Cinder's legs shaking.
The toon's breath hitched, her animated muscles fluttering around Brianna's tongue as she neared the edge again. "Almost...*fuck*..." Cinder gasped, her voice cracking as Brianna curled her tongue just right, pressing deep until Cinder's hips jerked forward, her entire body locking rigid for one suspended moment before her climax tore through her with a cry Brianna felt vibrate against her lips.
"You like that?" Brianna murmured against her slick flesh, her voice rough from exertion, her tongue still lazily tracing the twitching rim as Cinder shuddered above her.
Cinder's fingers tangled in Brianna's hair, wrenching her head back with a gasp. "Too much," she admitted, her animated pupils dilated into pulsing hearts, her chest rising rapidly. "Which means it's *my* turn now." With a sudden yank, she hauled Brianna up by the hair, their mouths crashing together in a messy kiss that tasted of salt and static.
Brianna barely had time to gasp before Cinder spun her around, shoving her toward the bed with a growl. "On your back," she commanded, her voice dripping with dark promise.
Brianna stumbled, her knees hitting the edge of the mattress, her D-cup breasts bouncing as she fell backward with a breathless laugh. "Bossy," she teased, but the taunt died in her throat as Cinder climbed over her, her animated thighs straddling Brianna's hips, her CG skin glowing under the dim light.
"Shut up," Cinder purred, grinding down hard, their wet pussies sliding together in one slick, electrifying press. Brianna's back arched off the bed, a choked moan escaping her lips as Cinder rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, the friction maddening. "You talk too much," Cinder murmured, leaning down to nip at Brianna's collarbone, her breath hot against flushed skin. "Just feel."
Brianna's fingers scrabbled against the sheets, her thighs clamping tighter around Cinder's waist as the toon's animated folds pulsed against hers, the sensation unlike anything human, warm, yes, but threaded with something almost fizzy, like carbonation under her skin. "F-fuck," she gasped, her hips jerking up instinctively, seeking more, always more. "Your... your *pussy*..."
"Yours," Cinder corrected, her voice rough with want as she sealed their bodies tighter, her animated flesh molding to Brianna's with unnatural precision. "Say it." She punctuated the demand with a sharp thrust, her hips snapping forward until Brianna could feel every ridge, every pulse of her toon heat.
Brianna's nails dug into Cinder's back, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Mine," she forced out, the word fracturing as Cinder's rhythm stuttered, their clits grinding together in a dizzying spark of sensation. "Oh *god*..." Her toes curled, her thighs trembling as Cinder's movements grew erratic, her animated pussy fluttering against Brianna's in rapid, hungry pulses.
Cinder's laugh was a breathless thing, her lips brushing Brianna's earlobe. "Not god," she murmured, her voice dripping with wicked amusement. "Just me." And then she bit down hard on Brianna's neck, her hips pistoning faster, their shared wetness smearing hotter, messier, until the world narrowed to the slap of skin and the electric burn of pleasure coiling tighter, tighter.
"You... you're *shaking*," Brianna gasped, her fingers digging into Cinder's back as the toon's animated breasts pressed flush against her own, the contrast of soft human flesh against the surreal firmness of CG skin making her head spin. "Can't even hold yourself together, huh?"
Cinder's answering growl vibrated against Brianna's throat. "Shut up," she snarled, but there was no venom, only raw, shuddering need as her toon pussy *sealed* suddenly, suction-tight around Brianna's, locking them together with a wet, audible pop. "Fuck...*fuck*..." Her rhythm stuttered, her thighs shaking. "You feel that? How *deep* I'm in you?"
Brianna couldn't answer, couldn't *think* not with Cinder's body rippling around hers in waves, the pressure building like carbonation under her skin, relentless, inevitable. She came with a sob, her back arching off the bed as Cinder's release flooded into her, thick and fizzy, filling her womb with liquid heat that pulsed in time with the toon's ragged moans. "Mine," Cinder gasped against her lips, her voice breaking. "Say it...*say it*..."
But Brianna was beyond words, her vision whiting out as Cinder's climax dragged her under again, the toon's fingers twisting in her hair, her teeth sinking into Brianna's shoulder, marking, claiming, until all she could do was cling to Cinder's shuddering body and *take* it.
"You *like* this," Cinder hissed against her ear, her voice ragged with triumph. "Love it. Admit it. Say it." Her hips jerked forward, forcing Brianna's clit against her own in a slow, torturous grind that sent sparks shooting down Brianna's thighs.
Brianna's breath hitched, her nails raking down Cinder's animated back, leaving shimmering trails in their wake. "Y-yes," she gasped, the admission ripped from her throat as Cinder's pussy pulsed around hers, another wave of that fizzy, electric cum flooding into her, hotter this time, deeper. "God, *yes*..."
Cinder's laugh was dark, victorious. "Not god," she corrected, her tongue tracing the shell of Brianna's ear. "*Me.*" And then she was moving again, her rhythm relentless, her grip bruising, their bodies locked together in a slick, shuddering mess of human sweat and toon heat.
Hours blurred into minutes, into seconds, into the raw, animal sounds of skin on skin, of Brianna's broken moans muffled against Cinder's collarbone, of Cinder's whispered taunts growing hoarser, hungrier, until even the words dissolved into wordless, shuddering pleasure.