"Yeah, you're right. You wouldn't nearly be as fun as a flesh pillow," William says as he motorboats Lydia.
"Hey! I didn't say you could shove your face in my boobs! Stop!" Lydia yelled in protest. Obviously though, protest was all that she could do. But that was what William liked about her. Most women would likely give up or get used to his treatment of them. But Lydia never lost her fighting spirit. Whenever he does anything with her, she always struggles in her reduced form, which William liked. That's not to say he rapes her or anything, he's not that sick. He just teases and harasses her, which was nothing by Velusian standards. He only has sex with her when she's okay with it, which most of the time she is.
William took his face out of her cleavage. "Oh yeah? What are ya gonna do about it?"
"I can bite your scalp off. It'll take a while but I can do it."
William laughed at her threat. Her constant resistance against him turned him on...
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