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SirPrize and MissFortune (newbalogna)

As her muscles squeezed him hard, he dug his teeth harder into her, his moans transmitted though is mouth into her, as he held himself in maximum thrust, pushing her into the mattress.
After a few moments, he finally relaxed, and unclamped his teeth from her shoulder, the taste of her blood on his tongue, as his bite marks healed with a puff of black smoke.
He held her, still inside of her, as one by one, his tense muscles relaxed, and his body weighed on her.
 
Fortune came again as her blood was drawn, losing her strength and her grip on his body loosing. Though her pussy kept its grip. She breathed heavily as he settled down, her eyes distant for a while.
 
It wasn't long before Prize was snoring on top of her, his limbs dead weight. His face was pressed against hers, and his parted lips on her cheek began to leak drool on her face. His nostril was obstructed, and his breathing caused turbulence and a mil vibration of her own nose.
 
She just laid underneath him motionless for a while, kissing him and licking up his drool. Finally she had a bunny bring her cellphone. She called the school and explained the lie that Prize was sick and she needed to stay home to take care of him. She then hung up and hugged Prize
 
Prize eventually woke up enough to roll off of her, and snuggle with her on his side. She was free to get up now as he slept.
He woke up much later in the afternoon, yawning and scratching himself. "Shit, I'm hungry."
 
Once he got off of her and went back to sleep, she took the opportunity to get on top of him. She rubbed her pussy against his dick until he was nice and hard, then she stuck it into her ass and started riding him.
"Ahhhn, Your sleeping face is so cute big brother. It turns me on so much. Ahhh, yes. Pound my ass deeper, ahhhn!"
 
He stirred as he was fuckrd in his sleep, and made faces of pleasure, but was so exhausted he didn't even wake up, and had no memory of it when he woke later, as he looked around to the unfamiliar afternoon apartment.
 
She shook her hips faster on his dick, then made herself cum, soaking his stomach. She also made him cum, flooding her ass as Fortune's mouth hung partly open
"Ahhh haaah aaaa"
She leaned down and kissed him, then got off him and just laid on her side next to him, his cum slowly leaking out of her butt.
 
He kissed Prize, and sniffed the air, smelling the familiar tang.
"Toube been fucking me while I sleep again, haven't you," he whispered in her ear. "You know how much I hate it when I miss out."
 
"I wanna fuck that little body of yours, but I'm SOOO HUNGRY!"
He slapped her ass, and walked to the kitchen, shoving anything remotely edible into his mouth, and walked to bed masticating a veritble was noisily.
He lay down next to her, still chewing loudly.
 
Prize cuddled with her until she finally woke up, and then offered to grab her something to eat.
"I kinda want to stay in today. You weren't concious for it, but yesterday was kinda stressful for me."
 
Prize flapped onto his back, and rubbed his belly.
He groaned pitiously. "I ate too much. I'm digesting."
He looked at her with one eye, to see how she was taking his hammish overacting.
"But seriously. Just gonna blow over my troubles? Not cool, pookums."
 
"You're just a drama queen big brother. We both know we don't have troubles. Oh, i get it! Are you jealous that Rei can fuck longer than you? It's ok, your dick still makes me feel way better."
 
Prize's eyes shoot wide in anger. "How dare you call me a drama queen."
He stands suddenly on the bed, draping a sheet around his shoulders like a cape, and assumes a regal pose.
"I am a drama KING!"
He flops back down on the bed.
"But seriously, I saw you disappear, twice. And it's fun when we want to do it, but that wasn't any part of the plan. And what if that asshole dematerializes our hearts. Or, like, our whole bodies? Can we REALLY regenerate if he disintegrates our whole bodies? I don't know about you, but I'm not keen to find out the limit to our powers."
 
Prize moaned with pleasure, but then groaned a bit as he grabbed his belly.
"Seriously, though, gonna barf if you keep this up."
He waggled an eyebrow. "Unless you're into that ..."
 
Prize made a pout and crossed his arms.
"A diet?" He tried to say, although Fortune's hand muffled his speech.
"Next you'll say we're giving up murder for Lent."
 
He looked it her, suddenly the epitome of seriousness.
"I don't think you understand."
He sighed deeply.
"Just. How. Hungry! I. Was."
 
Prize winked. "You're just jealous of the competition."
He started snickering, and couldn't keep a straight face. "Sorry, sorry, let me try that again."
He took a moment to compose himself, and delivered the line again, this time ridiculously seriously.
"You're just jealous of the competition," he said, for some reason as Christian Bale's gravelly Batman.
 
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