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writhing for show when Chris’s hand rubs harder between Leah’s legs, like he’s rubbing her clit. Breasts heaving, she presses into the shameless groping and fondling of her fake tits.
    “Yeah, that’s what I thought. That’s why I had to have you.”
    Chris lifts her skirt, flipping it up in the back to expose her ass. Leah makes a soft sound of feigned surprise when Chris slips a leg between her thighs, spreading them open. Grabbing the back of the couch, Leah bends forward slightly, pushing out her ass, sticking out her tits too, like Jacen said to, but at the same time, tries to somehow remain demure and shocked.
    “Fuck. Your ass in that thong,” Chris groans. “Looks good enough to eat. You wear that just for me? You did, didn’t you? Dirty girl. I’ll show you what I do to dirty girls....”
    Leah is glad she lubed up before coming over as she feels two dry fingers trace down the back of the thong, through her crack. They wriggle and rub over her pucker as Chris breathes roughly against her neck, squeezing her breast harder, stroking down her abs once in a while but always returning there, like he needs to have hold of the ‘proof’ of Leah’s gender.
    “Don’t,” Leah whimpers, only because she senses that Chris wants her to. It works. Chris growls back in his throat and forces the fingers through, impaling her on them. Fighting for show, Leah twists weakly in Chris’s encircling hold, and on his fingers as they work, rotating and questing deeper into her body, grinding against her wet inner walls. “Please....”
    “A dirty girl like you deserves to have her asshole fingered. Doesn’t she? Know what else she deserves?”
    Leah makes a small frightened sound as she glances back over her shoulder in order to make sure Chris is putting on a rubber. If Chris isn’t doing so, he’s going to have his little fantasy disrupted whether he likes it or not, because Leah won’t let Chris’s dick anywhere near her without it, helpless girl routine be damned. But she sees Chris rolling one on, so she relaxes and continues to pretend to be nervous.
    The two fingers slide in and out of her, fucking her shallowly as she tenses up, clenching intentionally around them. Chris grabs her by the back of the neck, her red hair swept over one shoulder. He holds Leah still as he pulls free of her hole and uses the hand to steady his dick instead, slapping it against her slick knot, the thong now nudged to one side.
    With gentle pressure, far gentler than Leah expected really, Chris presses inside, breaching her with just the head first, then feeding the rest of his length in gradually, being much easier on Leah than she’s used to. Chris curses under his breath and groans. Once he’s fully nestled in Leah’s heat, Chris caresses over her curves, her hips and narrow waist, back up to her fake tits, holding on to them as he fucks Leah tenderly.
    It doesn’t last long before Chris is filling the condom with a gravelly moan and kissing along the back of Leah’s neck, praising her for being such a good, sweet girl. Staring at the windows and fading daylight, Leah is detached from what’s happening, merely waiting to be dismissed. Taking his time in pulling out, Chris fingers over Leah’s panties, plucking at the lace and elastic. It goes on and on, and Leah wonders at what the hold-up is, if Chris is trying to psych himself up for round two, when Chris’s hand suddenly pushes down inside the front of Leah’s underwear, rubbing hard over smoothly-waxed skin. Almost violently, he pushes the panties down and tugs Leah’s cock out. With a trembling hand, Chris strokes it, getting Leah hard.
    Leah breathes out in a rush of air, taken completely by surprise. Every nervous touch Chris gives her evaporates any sort of intelligent reaction or protest, so Leah goes with it. It takes her a few moments to really get into it, but there is intensity to Chris’s demeanor and evident desire, more so even than before.
    When