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Justine could hardly believe it, but she would never dare ask Pinky to stop. The black dildo was now several inches deep inside her, very nicely lubricated, having its way with her sex in a manner she had never expected. Its girth was as big any partner's sex she had ever taken, and she had been quite active in the past week or so. Having Pinky's hand caress her butt while the device was pushed in and out of her added to the intensity of the feeling.

"Do you like it?" Pinky asked.
"Fuck yes..."

Justine wasn't one to swear, at least, not until she had moved into the building. But her swearing mostly came with the sexual activities she found herself involved in.

Of course, the internet audience was completely enthralled by the show the two women were giving them. Coins were no longer coming in: the onlookers were probably too busy with their hands to tip.

Another powerful wave of pleasure inundated Justine's mind, and she traveled back to many, many years ago, to a time when Tina's father had still been around. The black device inside her cunt now reminded her of him, his dark skin, his coarse hair, and the energy of his thrusts as he pounded into her. It had never been about love between them - which was why he had simply vanished after three years, once Tina was no longer a baby.

Still, even if love had never truly been there (at least on his part), the memory of his sexual prowess remained with her.

"Do me harder!!!" Justine begged, and Pinky obliged.

The rest of scene became a blur in Justine's mind, and only the sensation inside her sex kept her connected to reality. Intensity increased exponentially and kept the woman high above the clouds, her exposed ass raised high, her face pressed against the carpet, as nothing else mattered but the ecstasy of the ride...

Finally, everything went calm, and Justine was done. She couldn't take any more. She remained motionless for a long while, until Pinky finally - almost mercifully - pulled the dildo out of her. Justine took in a long breath.

The internet audience was done as well. The show was over, at least for that night. An hour or so.

Later on, Justine would discover that the money wasn't readily accessible, but Pinky fronted her the cash she had on her, four hundred dollars, which represented most of what they had each earned.

Somehow, the solution to her financial difficulties crystallized in Justine's mind. She wanted to spend the night in Pinky's apartment, but she forced herself to get dressed and to go back home. Once in her own room, she stripped down to nothing, slipped under the covers and felt all consciousness leave her until the morning.

She didn't even wake up when Tina came in, stripped as well, and huddled against her frame in the dead of night.