Corruption Strain 2

Seth took them both. One shove and Natasha slammed back against the desk, her badge already clinking on the floor. Diana tried to bark an order, uniform collar open, but Seth's fingers closed around her throat and she just gasped, thighs clenching. He didn’t speak. He let his cock do the talking, sliding into Natasha first while Diana watched, helpless. Her wet heat clenched like a fist as he drove her deeper, hips jerking, every thrust turning her from cop into dripping slut. "Fuck, please..." she whimpered, not even for rescue, just for more. Diana’s knees gave out. She crawled closer, tongue out, sucking Seth’s balls while he ruined her subordinate. He yanked Diana up by her hair, bent her over Natasha’s moaning body, and shoved inside her just as hard, balls-deep. Natasha licked at Diana’s swollen clit while Seth pounded the chief raw, leaving both women breathless and broken, squirming under his command. Their orgasms hit like punches: Natasha first, hips twitching, clit pulsing under Diana’s open mouth. Diana followed seconds later, cunt gripping Seth like a lifeline, eyes rolling back. He came in Diana, thick ropes spilling out around his cock, then pulled free and stuffed it into Natasha’s open mouth to finish. They swallowed, licked, begged for orders, badges forgotten on the floor. The lab stayed quiet. Seth stayed in control. Two dirty little puppets now, always wet, always his.