The Sirens' laughter echoed across the waves as their curse slammed into the ship girls like a tidal wave. Enterprise wiped sweat from her brow, panting already. "This feels wrong—my body's betraying me," she snapped, voice laced with sharp wit. "We're warriors, not some pathetic cum-hungry sluts begging for big black cock!"
Belfast smirked, her tone defiant and teasing. "Speak for yourself, Enterprise. My pussy's already wet and dripping, but I'll be damned if I kneel like a submissive toy. This curse might be permanent, but we'll own it—on our terms."
The mysterious figure emerged from the shadows, his hard cock straining visibly. Enterprise stepped forward boldly, eyes blazing. "Think you can break us? Cute. But watch how a real woman handles this."
She shoved him back, strong hands guiding him as she dropped to deliver a fierce blowjob, tongue working his thick shaft while Belfast watched with a wicked grin. "Look at you, already horny and sweating," Belfast quipped. "My turn next—your ass is mine to claim after."
Bodies pressed close, panting intensifying as Enterprise mounted him, riding hard with commanding rhythm, her ass grinding down. The curse fueled their hunger, wet sounds filling the air until they both came in explosive release, cum dripping as they claimed their pleasure without surrender.
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