The clone's words still echoed in my ears, that sultry promise of mercy under their control, but as the main Isobel swung her leg over my hips, straddling me with a predatory grin, I knew control was an illusion we were all chasing. Her pussy hovered just above my cock, already rock-hard again from their earlier attention, the tip brushing her slick folds.
She sank down slowly, inch by torturous inch, her heat enveloping me like a velvet fist.
"Oh, Lloyd~" Isobel breathed, her purple eyes half-lidded as she bottomed out, my length buried to the hilt inside her tight heat. Her walls clenched around me, rippling with pleasure. Judging by the way she bit her lip from where she knelt beside us, the clone was feeling the same pleasure. Isobel started to move, rolling her hips in a slow grind that dragged her clit against my pubic bone, her sizable breasts bouncing with each motion.
