Miranda Lawson was, without a doubt, beautiful. She had perfectly sculpted white skin as smooth as silk, a charming, delightful British accent, piercingly sharp blue eyes of Trojan blue and the hair...long, silky, smooth hair that flowed down from her head, with well-sculpted lips of a soft shade of pink, majestic, bouncing breasts, and a firm, powerful behind. Her father had essentially designed her to have the greatest and most wonderful traits that any woman could have...at least, in his mind. She was an extremely powerful biotic, highly intelligent and brilliant, there was very little doubt that when she carried herself as the best person in the room...she meant it, and was damn proud of it, and of herself. But she had an additional power, a power that she had not told anyone about. A power she had not even told her dear Commander Shepard about.
 
 
She was intent on testing it out, now buck naked in her room, the air conditioner slowly humming in the background as she leaned back in a dark black leather chair, and soft classical music played upon a piano in her room. The walls and floors were of a dark shade of grey as she held up an apple and a knife, and carved off a slice. It smoothly slid off as she put the rest of the apple onto a tiny little plate, then held the chunk on her palm. She watched, intrigued, as the piece of apple began to smoothly slide down into her body as she felt a unique tingle bathe over her skin.
 
 
It had been quite a unique and fascinating ability she’d learned all on her own. Some freak genetic power that had been gifted to her by her father, evidently, and only awakened now after all these years. She had, evidently, gained the ability to absorb or devour and then digest enemies to make herself stronger, an ability she’d forcibly learned the existence of after an unfortunate mission on the Krogan homeworld. She’d gotten a bit separated from the rest of the crew during an Earthquake on Tuchanka, and had encountered a wild varren. The lizardlike dog had rushed at her, intent on ripping and tearing her guts…
 
 
Only for her to actually swallow it down. Naturally, she’d been absolutely alarmed by this at first, but through more and more testing of her skills, she’d gradually gained more mastery and control over this fascinating ability. Now she was testing it on random food items, and was savoring the lovely tingling sensation that was coming from it-
 
 
Only to hear a faintly British voice from behind her. She whipped her head around, eyes bugging out in alarm as she gazed at Kasumi Goto, who was slooowly becoming visible before her very eyes, now de-cloaking from the invisibility field she’d erected. Miranda Lawson gasped as she stammered out “H-How long did you...how long have you…” She muttered.
 
“Long...enough.” Kasmui Goto sniggered as she rested her dark-gloved hand to her lips, a purplish/pink strip of lipstick running down her lower lip to just above her chin, her eyes faintly glittering, the Asian-American’s skin almost softly glowing in the room’s light. She always wore a hood over her head, dark hair only BARELY visible underneath the dark attire she wore. Kasumi giggled in amusement, gazing down at Miranda, hands on her hips. “Well, well, well. What HAVE we here!”
 
“It’s not what it looks like!” Miranda squealed out. “I was going to tell Commander Shepard, really, I just...I mean...how COULD I, it’s...I didn’t know how to break the news!”
 
“Forget the Commander, Miranda. How do you think the rest of the crew is going to react to finding out that you’ve turned into a freak?” Kasumi inquired, giving Miranda a poke on the nose as Miranda quickly shot up.
 
“Kasumi, you CAN’T tell anyone, please!” She pleaded, clasping her hands together. “I have to tell them myself or they’ll freak out!”
 
“Oh I don’t knoooow.” Kasumi giggled, sauntering around Miranda, making the British-accented woman glower in anger. “I mean, it’d be very easy for me. Why shouldn’t I? I mean, what are you going to do if I DO tell everyone else? Eat me?” She sniggered, shaking her head back and forth.
 
 
A dark smile passed over Miranda’s lips. An idea coming to her that was bubbling up like the recesses from within a dark witch’s cauldron.
 
“Why...yes!” Miranda sniggered, Kasumi giving her a snort as she calmly began to undo her hooded attire a little to let her hair fall down a mite.
 
“Oh? Show me.” She laughed.
 
 
That...was the wrong answer.
 
“Okay.” Miranda chuckled as her hands shot out. She forcibly grabbed hold of Kasmui’s head by the back of her neck, shoving her right in between her majestic breasts as Kasumi giggled a bit.
 
“You know, I’m all for a little girl-on-girl, but really, dinner and a movie first, sweetie, before we get to second” She began to say...though it was obvious she wasn’t going to keep saying it, because she began to feel herself getting sucked down, down into Miranda’s waiting breasts, into immense, powerful warmth. She realized with a sense of alarm what Miranda was trying to do, that she DID intend on sucking her down.
 
Kasmui tried in vain to pull free, but Miranda grabbed her wrists, holding them up above, keeping her from pushing away or fighting back as she shook her head. “You’re not getting away that easy!” The British woman remarked.
 
“Miranda, please, I didn’t mean it, I won’t tell!” Kasumi tried in vain to beg, tears beginning to sting at her eyes as Miranda shook her head coldly.
 
“Too late.” She remarked as more and more of Kasumi began to sink into the endless cleavage. She let go of the wrists as Kasumi’s upper body began to sink on in, down, down into the breasts, her arms pinned at her sides from the constant sucking down. “It’s not just about what you said earlier, either. I KNOW you’ve been stealing my panties and jewelry from my dresser drawer, I don’t much tolerate thieves!” Miranda added with a snort.
 
 
Her own hands reached down and she tugged, HARD. Kasumi’s pants were ripped off, being tossed to the side, showing off a distinct pair of black panties with gold lettering on them...that happened to have Miranda’s initials on the far left side in tiny lettering. “Like that! I bought that a week ago and it went missing the next day. Ah well. You can keep ‘em. Think of this as a...going away present.” Miranda added with a devilish snigger as Kasumi’s legs began to be slid on into Miranda’s breasts.
 
 
Indeed, the legs were now getting sucked on in, into the waiting boobs as they jiggled and shook, eager to be filled. A few more careful sucking motions and now the legs were sliding on in, tucked away inside of Miranda’s breasts, Kasumi pleading and screaming from inside the mighty orbs she was trapped in, the fleshy walls throbbing all around her. “Lemme out! Lemme out!” She cried out, squirming around uselessly...only to feel her tongue dissolving inside her mouth, now tasting MILK. She gasped in alarm, her lips now sliding away from her face as the milk began to rise higher and higher, her hands sinking into the milk to add to it as well. Soon, even her tears and sweat were milk as all of her sank down, down into the white, sticky substance, Miranda’s breasts now full to the brim.
 
 
Miranda moaned, rubbing over her now-larger breasts and gasping in erotic delight, feeling over them. An idea came to her as she made her way over to the mini-bar and put a cup to her breast, squeezing at it slightly. Some milk slid out from her nipple and into the cup as she held it to her lips and took a swig. “MMMM.” She moaned in delight, amazed at the rich, creamy flavor dancing on her taste buds. This tasted wonderful! She kept downing up after cup, going through both breasts until, at last, all the lovely Kasumi milk in her boobs was long gone. Feeling quite bloated and tired, Miranda stretched her arms, letting out a yawn as she sauntered off to her bed, flopping onto the satin sheets and big, huge dark blue comforter, letting sleep sink its claws into her.
 
 
The next day, Miranda let out a deep yawn, slowly rising up in her bed as she stretched, then decided to reach for a glass of water. But she gasped in alarm, without even really MEANING to, the cup flew over to her hand from the table. She’d barely concentrated at all! An idea came to her as she put the cup down, then made her way to the middle of the room, taking in a deep breath. She focused a little, and...THA-BOOOM! Miranda gasped in alarm, a tiny little singularity sparkling blue within the center of her palm which she quickly turned off, panting a bit.
 
 
“Oh my LORD. My Biotic powers got even more powerful?” She whispered, looking down at her hands, flexing her fingers in alarm. She snapped her fingers and with a brief blue flare, her bed began to make itself as easily as if she was doing it by hand. Her eyes went wide as she giggled in delight, looking down at herself, then racing over to her computer, quickly typing into it as she brought up her simulation program. She had various sims planned out for a variety of events, from “The messy, horrific death of my father” to “Collector attack on the ship” to “Joker finally has sex with me”, but now...now it was time for a new simulation.
 
 
Adding in what she’d learned about ingesting actual, real, sentient, human prey, she then added in the factors of Jack and Samara. What if...she ate them as well? What would happen? Her biotic powers had already doubled, if not tripled-
 
 
“Oh my stars and bloody garters.” She murmured in alarm, mouth gaping wide in amazement at what she was looking at. Her powers would increase beyond anything she’d experienced before! It’d be off the charts! She’d have more raw biotic power than 100 Asari Matriarchs! Miranda paced back and forth, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. What to do, what to do.
 
 
Tell Shepard? No way. He’d refuse to let her do it, he’d never be okay with it. What she had to do was devour them and THEN show Shepard the power she’d gained, she’d truly become the perfect asset after a delicious feast like the one already springing into her mind. Rubbing her hands together in delight, she began to get to work on her plan. All she’d have to do was wait until everyone was asleep...and get to work on E.D.I. She’d have to run a loop through the camera footage to make sure that the ship’s computer wasn’t spying on what she wanted to do. She didn’t have a camera in her OWN room, thank goodness, nobody would ever know what happened here. But it would be best to prepare.
 
 
She spent the entire day hiding from everyone else, only briefly saying hello at the mealtimes, remarking on how she needed to ‘run some simulations and tests’, and whenever she could, adding one more piece to the “loop” footage she intended to run. At last, night had fallen again and she’d implemented the looping footage to the cameras in Jack and Samara’s rooms, making sure E.D.I couldn’t peek in on what she wanted, grateful all the rooms had been made soundproof. She carefully slunk down through the ship’s recesses, using the leftovers from Kasumi’s invisibility field on her stripped-off clothes to go down, down into the ship’s underbelly, where faint reddish lights illuminated the sleeping Jack.
 
 
The shaved-headed Jack was covered from head to toe in tattoos of every design, from a giant reddish star to thousands of gun-shaped tattoos to circles, Rorschach-esque forms and everything in between. She had numbers tattooed around her forehead almost like a halo, and, of course, an ear stud. She was snoring loudly, wearing only a faint leather strap over her bra, with some reddish pants loaded up with pouches over her legs as she continued to snore, lying down on a bench in the brig.
 
 
Not many people would sleep in the undersection of a ship. Jack liked it, it was cool and quiet, she could see all the approaches to her from her, and people left her alone. This made it perfect for what Miranda wanted to do. Miranda began to take off her jumpsuit, staying as quiet as a mouse, her body quivering in eager anticipation as she slowwwly arranged her ass right over Jack’s sleeping, snoring head. Then she cleared her throat. “Hey, Jack! Wake up!”
 
“What, cheerleader?!” Jack angrily yelled out, recognizing that annoyingly stuck-up British voice anywhere as her eyes opened wide...Miranda’s ass now slamming firmly down over her head, the cheeks SCHLOOORPING up the shaved head so that nobody could hear Jack’s angry, furious screaming.
 
 
Her ass cheeks began to throb and pulsate, and began to hungrily and eagerly suck up Jack deeper and deeper into the waiting, hot anal passage beyond. Miranda deeply moaned, Jack sliding on up, up into her waiting ass as she giggled, and then decided to have some...fun...with her prey. Her ass let out a loud FRAAAP of a fart, Jack groaning in agony, another horrific, wet, squelching fart ripping through the underbelly of the ship as Jack’s eyes watered in disgust. “You are SICK, cheerleader!” She cried out angrily. “You are one sick, twisted motherfucker, and I know sick!”
 
“Oh, that’s for sure, cuz you WERE sick.” Miranda nonchalantly remarked, coldly taunting Jack as her ass vibrated some more, and continued to slurp up Jack into her hungry rear. “Frankly, Cerberus had every right to kidnap you, you stupid little girl. You deserved what you got. In fact, had you been an obedient little bitch, YOU might be the one doing the eating right now, but no, it’s MY biotic blessing that allows me this delicious, bald buffet!”
 
“OOOOOOH!” Jack roared out, her body squirming and struggling as she tried to make use of her biotic powers. Her form glowed briefly as she tried to use them to blow Miranda up from the inside of her body, but no matter how many times her frame was cast in blue light as more and more of it sank deeper into the hot, hungry ass...nothing. Nothing was happening. Miranda’s own immensely powerful biotic field was dampening Jack’s abilities. Perhaps before she would have been blown apart, but now, having swallowed down Kasumi...it appeared Jack didn’t stand a chance.
 
 
Miranda deeply moaned and groaned, rubbing over her breasts, closing her eyes as Jack’s upper body began to sink in deeper, deeper into the throbbing anal passage as she softly sighed in delight. Deeper and deeper in Jack went until, at long last, all of her was sucked up, up into Miranda’s now fat, enormous rear as she slapped over it, Jack being forced to curl up within a fetal position as the British woman grinned. “Wonderful!” Miranda proclaimed.
 
“You asshole!” Jack grumbled darkly, furiously, though she knew she couldn’t possibly escape. It was clearly futile. Miranda sniggered as she slapped over her ass again.
 
“Frankly, it’s a waste. Cerberus paid so much money on you, and all you did was turn out a spoiled, entitled bitch. Frankly, this is your own fault. If you’d just been CERBERUS’S bitch, a good little lapdog, you wouldn’t be in this position.” She remarked nonchalantly. Miranda rubbed over her belly as she licked over her lips, sighing in delight. “Can’t wait for the power that YOUR body will give to me.” She intoned, slipping onto Jack’s cot as she leaned back, and allowing herself to relax, and to let sleep claim her once again.
 
 
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...Miranda let out a bit of a yawn, exiting the bathroom as the roar of the flushing toilet filled the air. She examined her room’s long bedroom mirror, looking herself over and smiling in delight. “Oh my!” She looked very pleased with herself, smiling happily, her breasts and rear now DOUBLE the size they’d used to be. She rubbed over her ass cheeks and her enormous bust, then gulped. Would she fit into her jumpsuit? Oh, she hoped so.
 
 
She made her way over to her clothing bureau, taking it out and taking a deep breath as she began to slide into it. She had to grunt and moan and squeeze a bit, but...eventually...in she went into her white signature jumpsuit. She made her way towards the front of the ship, Joker in the front seat of the Normandy Mark II, an idea coming to her as she realized he’d seen her and was trying to pretend he wasn’t sheepishly blushing. She got closer...closer...then geeently rested her breasts atop the back of his head, looking down.
 
“H-Hi Miranda.” Joker squeaked out, Miranda continuing to press her mighty breasts into the back of his head as she looked down, watching...watching...yep. There it was! She could see a distinct bump in the pants section of his uniform. He was clearly very aroused. He tried to cover it up with his hand in a fake attempt to look like he was getting out something from his pocket, but Miranda just smiled.
 
“Looks like you’ve got a bit of a problem.” She whispered in his ear, Joker chuckling a bit, trying to deal with this how he dealt with most of his issues...humor.
 
“Yeah, a SMALL one.” He remarked, Miranda giggling.
 
“Oh, it doesn’t have to be that small at all. Meet me in my room at midnight, tomorrow night.” She offered huskily, giving him a little kiss on his cheek before exiting the room, Joker blushing so hard that his cheeks looked like they had been splattered with tomatoes.
 
 
Now all that was left was for Samara to devour SAMARA. Miranda couldn’t wait to turn the blue-skinned, tentacle-headed Asari Justicar into fat AND raw biotic power. Slowly but surely midnight rolled around, Miranda sneakily making her way towards the Asari’s room, inching closer...closer. She caaaarefully inched the door open more and more, then slid inside, closing it and looking around. Sure enough, Samara was in front of her immense, wall-wide window, and from the looks of it, deep in meditation.
 
 
The Asari Justicar was wearing her usual skintight red attire, complete with her thigh-high boots, ornate golden neck guard, and the little “tiara” around her forehead, her piercingly sharp icy blue eyes shut as she hovered slightly above her floor. The stars softly glittered far beyond her in the window, a comet passing by as Miranda began to carefully unzip her own clothing, to do this in the nude just like she had the last two times.
 
 
But then, just as her fingers grasped the zipper, she heard Samara’s voice speak, making her stiffen.
 
 
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
 
 
Miranda drew in a sharp breath, Samara’s eyes slowly opening. “I knew what you did. I knew after I saw you sneaking into Jack’s quarters, shortly after Kasumi went missing. It wasn’t too hard to figure out, I have heard of this sort of...quirk.” She remarked. “You are not the only biotic to have this unique skill.”
 
“So you know what I can do.” Miranda remarked.
 
“And I know I don’t really have any hopes of defeating you.” Samara intoned, slowly rising off the floor, dusting herself off. “But my duty as a Justicar means to fight against evil, even if it means certain death.”
 
Miranda groaned and rolled her eyes, laughing derisively. “Oh, don’t give me that. Your “Justicar code” doesn’t mean shit to me. You are but food to me now, Samara!” The British woman intoned, waving a dismissive hand in the air as Samara’s body began to powerfully glow with immense biotic might. She was summoning up all of her immense biotic might to blow away Miranda with a single powerful blast...or at least, that was the attempt. She never even got a chance to launch it at her, because, almost at the speed of light, Miranda had shot in front of her, grabbing hold of her head and forcibly shoving it into her mouth with a GLOMP.
 
 
Miranda began pushing the Asari’s into the waiting maw, her tongue running over the faintly tangy flesh and skin, Samara’s head being gulped down in a large GLA-GLORK as Miranda titled her head back. The poor Asari justicar’s head got tugged on down, down into the waiting throat, and with another few swallows as she let out a muffled scream, her face faintly visible in Miranda’s throat, turning into nothing but a bulge inside Miranda’s hungry gullet. The British woman’s lips passed over the shoulders, easing more of the Asari down, down into her gut as Samara uselessly screamed and struggled. She tried in vain to tug herself free, to pull out, but her biotic powers were proving useless, she couldn’t escape, and Miranda was using her own biotic powers to keep her pinned and powerless.
 
 
Soon Miranda began to swallow up the breasts as her hands shifted, and she began removing and dissolving away Samara’s armored clothing, and Miranda enjoyed the feel of the Asari’s breasts in her jaws. Mmm! Wonderful! She gave another GLA-GULP though, now tucking Samara’s head down into her chest, another gulp sending the Asari’s belly into her mouth. Miranda took her time over this stomach, tongue lapping and dancing over it, exploring the smooth skin and belly button before another gulp sent that into her waiting throat.
 
 
Miranda decided she wanted to do MORE, and her hands reached up, reaching to Samara’s pussy as the Asari’s eyes bugged out wide. She felt Miranda’s hands sliding in and out, in and out, happily exploring the Asari’s cunt as she struggled in vain not to get aroused, but her body couldn’t keep resisting. She began to pant and heave, the unwanted pleasure building higher and hgiher until, at long last, she gushed all over Miranda’s hands and the floor as she moaned in shameful embarassment. With more powerful gulps, Miranda continued to guzzle down the still trying to kick, scream and squirm Samara, sending her further and further into her waiting belly.
 
 
Then, at last, all of Samara was tucked away within her gut as Miranda licked her hands free of cum, giggling a bit. “Wow. Tasted almost as good as you did. Though I doubt any meal will be like you were.” She remarked nonchalantly. “I can’t believe you came, Samara! For shame. I thought a Justicar was supposed to be stronger than that. Now you’re officially a weak, failed Justicar.” She told her, Samara staying silent, calmly curling up, meditating...and waiting for the end. “What? Nothing to say?...fine.” Miranda grumbled. If Samara wasn’t going to respond, then she’d just head back to her room. Miranda made her way back to her bed, sitting down in the bed, and slipping under the covers.
 
 
But in the middle of the night, Miranda gasped, hearing Samara’s agonized, painful scream and shot up, looking down at her stomach. Samara’s form was dissolving away within her gut and she clasped her hands to her mouth, feeling the sheer, raw agonizing power of Samara’s suffering bathing over her. Absolute guilt slammed into Miranda as she covered her face, shaking her head as she moaned, hearing Samara’s sobbing screams within her stomach.
 
“...Kasumi...Jack...Samara…” She murmured. She was beginning to feel sorry for what she’d done. She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes. “I’m sorry, it...it had to be done. Your deaths are needed to help save the galaxy. I need this power.” She whispered, trying to lie back in her bed, and trying to sleep...Samara’s screaming continuing to echo in her ears and mind, unable to fall back into even a FAINT slumber…
 
 
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...she stayed the entire day in her room, trying to make up for the slumber she hadn’t gotten that night, slowly exiting her room as midnight rolled around the next night. Joker knocked on the door, the brown-haired, bearded pilot carefully making his way into the quarters, the brittle-boned pilot glancing around, taking off the hat he usually wore as he looked at Miranda.
 
 
“OH.” He couldn’t believe her. The way her breasts bounced as she breathed, the way her ass jiggled with each step he’d seen her make around the ship, her curvacious, beautiful body, he couldn’t deny how sexy it was. “I...I, uh...um…” Joker couldn’t think of what to say. He was drawing a total blank. “...Nice night!”
 
“It is.” She admitted softly, rising off the chair and approaching him, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. “I’m glad you came, Joker. I was really hoping you would. I’ve rather had a crush on you for some time...Jeff.” Miranda confessed, calling him by his true name. “You’ve always worked so hard, even with your disability, and realized your dream. It made me think of myself. You and I...we’re not so different.”
 
“You saw yourself in me? For real?” Joker asked, Miranda nodding.
 
 
She waved her hand in the air, his attire fading through raw biotic power as he gulped, his cock now on full display...hard and erect. “Well. Looks like this “little problem” isn’t so little anymore.” She giggled, getting down on her knees, softly taking it in her hands. “You sure are happy to see me!” She laughed, taking it into her mouth, her tongue furiously working over it, moving her jaws over it, up and down, again and again. Joker deeply moaned, eyes closing, overwhelmed by the greatest blowjob he’d ever received in his entire life as she began to pick up the pace, and he could feel his cock throbbing. In less than five minutes, he was already on the urge of release!
 
“M-Miranda, I-I’m gonna...gonna!” He cried out, Miranda bracing herself as she felt Joker release, and she happily drunk down the hot cum, which made a bit of a bulge in her throat. She smiled, tracing the bulge of his load with her pointer and middle finger on her right hand, her eyes twinkling as she looked up at Joker, winking.
 
 
She then gently guided him towards the bed, easing him onto his back as he gulped. “A-Are you sure…?” He began to ask. “I mean, I WANT to, but...I’m a bit nervous.”
 
“I’ll be gentle, promise.” Miranda insisted softly. She geeeently lowered her clit down, down onto her waiting cock, and began to slowly rise up and down, up and down, in a steady, firm rhythm. Joker began to pant a bit, eyes widening.
 
“Ohhh! S-Speed it up a little b-bit, please!” He gasped out, some drool drizzling out the side of his mouth as Miranda grinned, and began to pick up the pace. Up and down, up and down, happily riding his throbbing, pulsating cock. The speed began to pick up more and more, their panting, sweating, heaving groans echoing through the room and then, after ten solid minutes of good, steady humping, their cries ripped through the air. The two erupted powerfully, blasting a load from both sides as they moaned and groaned, their chests rising and falling as Joker and Miranda gazed into each other’s eyes.
 
 
They could feel a new, powerful bond bathing over them too in the afterglow of sex, as if they had...embraced eternity, become one with the universe. Miranda grinned in delight, slowly rising off of him as she got onto her hands and knees, Joker realizing what she wanted as she turned around to look at him. “Ever tried anal?” She inquired.
 
 
“Honestly, no.” Joker confessed. “F-First time I’ve even HAD sex!” He added with a blush of his cheeks as Miranda gave him a sweet little smile.
 
“You’re going to love my ass, then.” She remarked, Joker rising up a bit, carefully easing his cock until it was squarely at her ass. He took hold of her butt cheeks, and firmly slid it in, Miranda grunting a little as Joker tilted his head a bit.
 
“You alright? I can stop if you want!” He added.
 
“Ahhh. Nothing I can’t handle.” Miranda insisted. “Go on!”
 
Joker nodded firmly, and got to work, pumping in with firm, powerful thrusts. In and out, in and out, his cock went. He kept slamming his cock into Miranda’s ass, almost going balls deep as they slapped against her rump. Miranda kept panting and moaning, tongue lolling out as she savored the sensation bathing over her, Joker moaning as he closed his eyes. Joker then got an idea, raising his hand up as he slapped her ass with a THWOP.
 
“OOH!” Miranda giggled, Joker then slapping her right cheek, then her left, smirking a bit.
 
“I can’t help it, I love the way your ass cheeks jiggle.” He told her, spanking it again and again. “Wiggle-wiggle-wiggle!” He proclaimed, smacking over every square inch of fat ass flesh, not missing a single spot as Miranda grunted and groaned. More and more, he continued to slap at her ass even as he plowed into her with his cock, and soon her ass was entirely red and throbbing from his spanking session.
 
 
“Wow, after this, I won’t sit right for a week.” Miranda sniggered, Joker beaming devilishly.
 
“Let’s make it TWO.” He proclaimed, now smacking her ass with BOTH his hands, Miranda letting out a loud roaring scream of pain and pleasure, erotic ecstasy bathing over her as Joker kept ramming and smacking, soon grabbing hold of her hot, red, swollen ass. “Gonna! CUM!” He proclaimed, his pleasure now building to breaking point as he powerfully released into her rear. His seed gushed forth, glowing into her ass as SHE released all over her cock, deeply crying out just as loudly as him.
 
 
At long, long last, the two flopped down onto the bed, collapsing hard as Miranda put her arms around Joker, nuzzling up to him as she and he smiled upon each other. “Wow. You DESTROYED my rear, Joker.” She sniggered. “You’re quite the sex god.”
 
Joker laughed, gently kissing her forehead. “Where do we go from here?” He wondered aloud, Miranda gently tracing a circle on his chest before slumber began to sink into the two.
 
Where indeed…