COMMISSION: Ash's Mom Has Got It Goin' On

Author's Note: Uh oh! New story! Get it before it runs away to elope!

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“I dunno about dis,” Meowth folded his arms across his tiny chest, eyes narrowing. “When we split up, we usually do an even worse job’n usual. Da boss is gonna blow a gasket if we come back empty-handed again.”

“I’m telling you the intel’s good,” Jessie said, peering through a pair of binoculars at her current, and usual, target: Ash Ketchum, perpetual pest and owner of Team Rocket’s much-prized pikachu. The three hapless members of this particular Rocket splinter – Jessie, James, and the notoriously mouthy Meowth – sat perched in a ranger’s watchtower in Viridian Forest, all cloaked in makeshift gillie suits to further obscure them. “That little brat left the pikachu at his mom’s house for some reason, and is on his way to get it back. Look – I’ve never once seen him put that thing in a pokéball, but it’s nowhere to be seen. He doesn’t have it with him!”

James fidgeted beneath the clump of makeshift grass and sod he was shrouded in. “Run the plan by us again, so we can get out of these stupid things. It’s itchy, and not at all my color.”

“Ugh,” Jessie sighed, “you two distract the brat while he’s in the forest. Annoy him, lead him astray, battle him, put on a magic show for all I care! Meanwhile, I’ll make my way to Pallet Town and nab that poor defenseless pikachu while nobody’s around to protect it.”

Only digesting a small portion of the plan, James’s eyes lit up. “…Did you say magic show?!”

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Pikachu, of course, was nowhere near Pallet Town, but resting at the Pokémon Center in Viridian City after contracting an unexpected illness from a bad shuca berry. At Ash’s home was nothing of any real value to Team Rocket, merely a lonely woman in her late twenties, making the best of her time home alone. With the current pokémon gym circuit and league season passed for now, Delia Ketchum had less than ever to keep her mind occupied – Ash and his friends visited only rarely nowadays, Professor Oak was currently on vacation in Alola to visit his cousin Samson, and Mr. Mime had recently picked up a second job in order to mitigate the rising cost of living.

So Delia was alone, and while she may have been a dignified and caring single mother, she was no madonna; the woman had her urges, and her needs. This particular quiet evening in the small forest town saw the brunette beauty sprawled back on her bedsheets, legs spread and knees up, the bedroom decorated with lit ‘Cherubi Charm’ scented candles, and slow, sensuous music coming from a fixed-up record player in the corner. As she grew older, it was nice to set the mood, especially if she was going to be taking care of her own needs, and a little artificial romance in the air worked wonders for getting her where she needed to… well, ‘go.’

The specific instrument of Delia’s self-pleasure was a little less elaborate, though no less efficient, taking the form of a snug, squishy tube, its interior well-lubricated with a curious solution supposedly harvested from consenting jellicent. When a hand alone wouldn’t satisfy, it provided a tight, glistening home for the woman’s thick, hard girlcock, larger than one might expect for a woman so demure. Already, she had the sheath slipped around her erect shaft, stroking it up and down with deep, easy thrusts, her hand pumping the tube slowly and her hips steadily rising to meet in. “Nnnh…” she cooed quietly to herself, eyes slipping shut as she tried to let the music and candlelight consume her, tried to bring some fantasy to mind that could keep her company as evening meandered its way towards night. One of the all-time classics among small town moms was, of course, that of two (more more!) machokes, who’d completed their labor but demanded payment in flesh – though it was a fantasy Delia had long since exhausted, only returning to in times of desperation. Maybe a sexy young professor would make the move to Kanto to research the local wildlife, or a disastrous flood would land a lost, frustrated tentacruel in the living room.

As she stroked her cock with steady, even movements though, still warming herself up more than anything else, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to the idea of some roguish pirate or scoundrel, breaking into her home to ransom her away, only for the two to eventually fall madly in love. If only such fantasies ever came true….

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Having discarded her gillie suit for a comically on-point burglar outfit, complete with black beanie and eyemask, Jessie crept outside the kitchen window of the Ketchum household, her pokéballs close at hand in the event of an emergency. While Meowth’s glasscutting claws tended to be the preferred method of breaking and entering, Jessie wasn’t without additional resources for emergencies – in this case, a small vial of corrosive salandit venom, strong enough to dissolve just about anything that hadn’t been specifically selected to contain it. A few drops, and the lock on the kitchen window was nothing but a steaming trail of slag, allowing the ruby-haired beauty to easily slip into the house. Now to find that pesky pikachu.

“Oh pikachuuuuu…” she called out as she crept around the dimly-lit home, her voice taking on a faux-sweet sing-song tone. “Come out, come out, wherever you aaare… you awful little rat….”

Jessie crept from the kitchen to the living room, spotting the front door she’d eschewed and finally sneaking upstairs. The house was dimly-lit, with only a few stray lamps left on at this time of night, and the place seemed to be more-or-less entirely empty. Photos of Ash, his mother, and sometimes pikachu lined the mantle and dressers, prompting Jessie to muse over just how many Christmases Ash had come home for without ever seeming to age, but finally she came across a sign of life – the sound of music coming from behind a closed bedroom door.

“Theeere we go,” Jessie allowed herself a mischievous smirk, making her way to the door and cautiously testing to see if it was locked, which it wasn’t. The smell of some sort of perfume or incense, though, wafted from within, raising questions as to what, exactly, Jessie was about to stumble in on. Was that rotten little pikachu known for liking incense or… maybe candles…?

Opening the door and barging into the bedroom, Jessie found herself confronted with perhaps the last thing she might have expected. No pikachu, nor any pokémon at all, but a gorgeous naked woman sprawled on cerulean bedsheets, eagerly stroking an impressively large cock up and down, having trapped it in some sort of sleeve or sheath, her breasts bouncing with the repeated efforts of her wildly-pumping arm. The sight was stunning, almost hypnotic, causing Jessie’s sharp blue eyes to widen in shock and more than a little amazement… and perhaps a hint of arousal as well. No pikachu, but maybe something more valuable. There was nothing Ash would trade his pikachu away for… except, perhaps, his own mother.

“A-hah! Just where I wanted you,” Jessie boldly announced herself, clicking the door shut behind her. “My plan has come to fruition without you ever even knowing it had been hatched. Once I’ve stolen you away and gotten a queen’s ransom for you, I’ll be living the high life at last! But first–!” Dark, dramatic music, seemingly from nowhere, drowned out Delia’s easy listening as Jessie threw off her burglar ‘disguise,’ revealing the Team Rocket crop top, miniskirt, and thigh highs beneath, striking a pose. “–Prepare for trouble!”

When no follow-up came, Jessie hesitated, clearing her throat, taking a moment to realize that she was not accompanied by her usual posse. The pause, though, gave Delia Ketchum the moment she needed to suitably find herself startled, sit up, shyly cover one breast with her arm… and then better digest exactly what Jessie had said. Stolen her away? Gotten a ransom? Was this so far away from what she’d fantasized about?

...Was it any different at all?

Licking her lips, Delia crawled forward on the bed, sliding the sleeve she’d been ‘enjoying’ off of her cock and tossing it aside, then draping herself seductively over the foot of the bed, back arched, one leg hanging over the side while the other knee remained propped up, offering Jessie the perfect view of her ragingly erect girldick, pointing ceilingward and aching for some proper action. “Oh my… well, a strong, cunning scoundrel such as yourself should have no challenge kidnapping this poor, innocent maiden,” she said breathlessly, cheeks already flushed from her earlier play. “I only hope you don’t ravage my body too thoroughly before spiriting me away to your sinister stronghold.” If it was possible to put more suggestion in her voice, Delia wasn’t certain how. She’d been out of the game for a while, of course – but the fact that she was completely nude and fully erect should at least help a little, one would hope.

“I – uhh – ohhh, I mean I didn’t–” Jessie cleared her throat at the sudden display. The woman’s incredible nakedness, beauty, and visible arousal were all a bit intimidating, especially without James and Meowth here to back her up. It became immediately clear that any sort of kidnapping and ransoming would require either some unexpected ingenuity, or decidedly more intimacy than she’d anticipated. “I suppose I am quite a… s-scoundrel…” she hesitated again, fishing around at the back of her belt for something as she cautiously approached. A moment later, she withdrew what she’d been searching for – a tiny bottle, not unlike a perfume bottle. ‘Musharna breath,’ it was called, though whether it had anything to do with the drowsing pokémon or was just straight-up chloroform was something Jessie hadn’t looked too deeply into. “Just sit still, and we’ll put you riiight to sleep, so we can–”

“Oh, you don’t have to do anything like that with me,” Delia sat up at the edge of the bed. Despite the fact that she was the one doing the robbery, Jessie felt herself behaving cautiously, approaching very slowly while Delia sat like a spider awaiting its prey. “I’ll do anything you ask, noble bandit. Here – let me prove it to you, if you so insist.”

Despite not insisting, Delia reached forward, wrapping both arms around the redhead’s waist and pulling her close, nuzzling into Jessie’s bare midriff. “Ohh… um… this isn’t… I’m not sure what you think you’re going to– hey, that’s my belt!”

Regardless of her position as the ‘victim’ in this situation, Delia provided neither explanation nor pause, sliding Jessie’s belt out of its loops and tossing it aside, then swiftly unzipping the side of the would-be pokénapper’s skirt and drawing it down, revealing the snugly-fit black boyshorts beneath. Stirred to life and straining against the front of the stretchy fabric, Jessie’s own member hadn’t been oblivious to Delia’s nudity or her aggression, forming a neat outline against the dark cloth. “Mm, here we go,” Delia whispered, planting a kiss on Jessie’s cock through her panties, then nuzzling into it, letting her lips and nose press and rub against the warm, hardened thing.

“This… wasn’t exactly what I had in mind…” Jessie swallowed hard, licking her lips as she looked down at the other woman, kissing and rubbing against her cock, her demeanor bridging the gap between submissive and insistent – just because Delia wanted to be taken advantage of didn’t mean she was taking no for an answer.

“Oh, you wanted to be rougher with me? I understand,” Delia cooed quietly, hooking her fingers in Jessie’s panties and tugging them downward, finally freeing that luscious girlcock completely – it was impressively stiff, sporting a slight upward curve reminiscent of the woman’s irrational arc of deep red hair. “Just let me warm you up first, and you can do whatever you want to me – I promise I won’t complain.”

As unexpected as this situation most assuredly was, Jessie also found herself unable to complain – any sort of protest felt churlish and ungrateful with Delia Ketchum wrapping those soft, hungry lips around the end of her cock, tongue stroking along its underside as she steadily took inch after inch of it into her mouth. “Nnn… nnngh, w-wow…” Jessie groaned, reaching one hand out for the dresser beside her, steadying herself on it and slightly spreading her legs, giving the other woman better access to her throbbing member. Delia showed a strange sort of talent for oral – while she was not necessarily inexperienced, she was assuredly out of practice, but easily compensated for any shortcomings with sheer lustful eagerness. While Jessie may not have been expecting a soirée of this sort, Delia was already steeped in the throes of excitement and arousal, just waiting for an opportunity to make her idle fantasies come alive. “You sure are – hahh – g-going at it…!”

“Mmphh mhlmn…?” Delia moaned around Jessie’s cock, her large, honey-colored eyes looking up at the other woman with a certain matronly innocence that defied her mouthful of girldick, sending a tingle up the Team Rocket ruffian’s spine. She offered no further response or comment but to keep sucking, deeper and more eager, keeping her tongue planted against the underside of Jessie’s hard dick as she gradually bobbed forward and back, forward and back, going deeper and deeper until Jessie finally felt the tip of her aching rod press against the back of Delia’s throat. There was a pause, a flood of warm saliva as Delia’s esophagus gave a stern natural warning against the hot, firm invader – warning that was promptly ignored as Ash’s mom began to deep-throat the beautiful would-be burglar. “Mmphh… n-chhllckk… hnnff…!”

Against her better judgment, Jessie’s eyes fluttered, and she found herself giving in more-or-less completely to the scenario playing out. She was a scoundrel, after all, and there was no reason she shouldn’t let herself have a little bit of fun, right? Reaching down, she tangled the fingers of one hand in Delia’s hair, holding firmly to the back of her head and beginning to thrust forward, pushing her hard cock into the other woman’s mouth again and again, giving her a bit of the ‘roughness’ that she continued to imply. The other hand moved to her white top, tugging it off completely, then pulling up one side of the black sports bra beneath it, enough to free one breast completely. Biting her lip, she began to tease and pull at her stiffened, pierced nipple, letting out a groan of needy excitement as she face-fucked Delia, shudders of unspeakable pleasure rolling through her entire body each time she felt the tip of her girldick vanish down the wet, welcome tunnel of the other woman’s throat. “Hahh… wow, you’re really… nnngh… y-you’re… I mean, you’re g-good at this, huh…?”

“Mmlnnn…” Delia groaned, finally pulling backward with a gasp, immediately pulling up a bit higher onto her knees so that she could push her chest against Jessie’s throbbing shaft. “And that’s just my mouth… there are so many other parts of me you can use before you ransom me off, or… or sell me to your pirate queen….”

“Pirate queen?” Jessie blinked. “I mean, I didn’t have any plans on selling you to–”

“Do you mean it?” Delia interrupted immediately, not only with her words, but by squishing her breasts tightly around Jessie’s member, beginning to massage them slowly back and forth against the stiff, glistening rod of ladyflesh, stealing Jessie’s words and breath alike. “If… you promise not to sell me away, I’ll make love to you here and now. I’ll be your bandit princess, and we can flee this place together….”

Ash’s mom was clearly moving on towards the next ‘phase’ of her fantasy – wherein the heroine and abductor finally fall for one another – but Jessie was having some difficulty completely grasping the complexity of what, exactly, was occurring. What she was quite able to understand was the sensation of Delia’s smooth, supple breasts gliding up and down along her girlcock, massaging back and forth, then up and down, providing complete coverage and friction over every single inch of Jessie’s aching girldick. For a long moment, the redhead was more or less paralyzed by pleasure, incapable of issuing a coherent pledge of loyalty while she languished in the sensation of Delia’s soft, bouncy tits, so perfectly immersing every inch of her twitching cock.

“Uhhhnn… I, u-uh…” Jessie shuddered, moving her hand to Delia’s shoulder to keep steady, lifting one leg to plant her foot on the edge of the bed. It was difficult to think straight. This was a kind of pleasure she hadn’t felt since… perhaps since ever, and it was driving her absolutely wild. In that moment, with Delia’s breasts gliding so sweetly up and down her shaft, trapping it so tightly yet so comfortingly, the full experience of being cradled to a mother’s (Ash’s in particular) bosom, Jessie would say or do just about anything. And, it so happened, that was exactly what she did. “I p-promise,” she moaned, her husky, commanding voice raising an octave and barely resisting a reflexive waver. “I’ll never give you away…!”

“I knew it,” Delia said sweetly, leaning her head down to gently kiss the tip of Jessie’s member as it sprouted up between her cleavage. “I knew you cared for me.” Another kiss, then a little lick, before Delia began to rise up, moving from a kneel to a crouch, then standing, planting soft kisses up along Jessie’s flat belly as she went. Her lips found the redhead’s exposed nipple, licking it, then softly sucking it as her hands went about drawing the sports bra up above Jessie’s head, leaving the two women more-or-less equally bared to one another. Finally, the two stood facing one another, breasts pressed together, their steely shafts pinned into a gently throbbing X-shape as they shared their first long, intense kiss.

The kiss, at first, gave Jessie even greater pause than everything else had, this direct, obvious contact, romantic and yet so… aggressive. She let out a low murmur, adjusting before pressing forward, squishing her cock firmly against Delia’s (noting only briefly that the other woman’s was larger than hers, though perhaps not significantly). Her tongue slipped from her own mouth, dancing with the older woman’s, arms winding around one another as they became increasingly entangled in a long, eager embrace, grinding insistently against each other.

“Mmphh…” Jessie moaned, one hand gently groping at Delia’s full, soft breast, the other shifting down to take a handful of the other woman’s ass, while Delia’s own groping was more focused: both hands moved down to the redhead’s butt, squeezing both cheeks and kneading them under her fingers, spreading them slightly, as if exploring the territory she was about to invade. The thought sparked in Jessie’s mind, quickly taking root and beginning to sprout – Delia had said ‘I’ll make love to you,’ which didn’t necessarily mean she planned to be the one taking the metaphorical lead, but it did most assuredly imply it.

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“–To extend our reach to the stars above!” James declared, devoid of Jessie’s usual pre-amble, but with a red rose still clutched loosely to his chest.

“Are you okay?” Ash frowned.

“–James!”

“It really doesn’t hit the same without the whole thing.”

“–Surrender now, or prepare to fight!”

“Mee-owth, that’s – ugh, this is stupid – that’s right!”

Swiftly doffing his disguise of a hapless, but beautiful, female street magician, James finally let his fierce gaze fall fully on Ash, preparing to deter the intrepid young adventurer by force. “Without that pesky pikachu of yours, you’re no match for even two-thirds of Team Rocket! Do you have any last words before you go running back to Viridian City, pipsqueak?”

“Uhhm. You have to know I have other pokémon by now, right?” Ash shrugged, reaching for a miniaturized red-and-white ball at his belt. This probably wouldn’t be a very exciting battle, but it did at least promise to be short.

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“Unngh! Hahh, nnngh…!” Jessie wailed through gritted teeth as Delia’s cock sunk deeper inside of her, the pace with which the woman’s hips were thrusting already beginning to increase. She found herself pinned to the bed, legs spread and lifted, with Delia atop her, drilling that massive shaft directly into the redhead’s tender backdoor, stretching and filling her with each eager forward rut. “You’re… r-really… going at it…” Jessie groaned, eyes rolling back as her fingers began to dig into the sheets beneath her. She’d been fucked before, but never had she been fucked like this, her slender figure ravaged as if this was her first night back together with a long-lost lover.

“Are you okay, darling?” Delia cooed, leaning in to plant another long, tender kiss on Jessie’s lips, both women’s breasts squishing up against each other as Delia buried her massive shaft into the Team Rocket grunt. “Do you want it harder?”

“N-no, I don’t – ahaha – I don’t think that will be necessary!” It seemed unlikely that asking for Delia to pound her a bit more gently would be received well, but rougher was definitely not on the table – she was taking it about as hard as she could right now, at least without warming up a little more. “Just… just don’t stop.” Jessie brought her arms around Delia’s shoulders, clinging lightly to the older woman’s body and gently rocking her own forward and back, providing a bit of pushback while also aiding in setting the pace. Between them, and pressed against Delia’s belly, Jessie’s own cock was absolutely throbbing, having gone unattended for a while now, but still relishing the afterglow of being submerged in Delia’s mouth and between her breasts. Now, her member acted primarily as a conduit, a visual indicator of the amount of pleasure Delia was able to wrest from Jessie’s asshole alone, and from its stiffness, that amount seemed remarkable indeed.

“I won’t stop for anything, baby,” Delia pressed her forehead to Jessie’s, kissing her again, though not breaking the kiss this time. She followed the rhythm of Jessie’s own hips, slightly easing up the pace and depth of her forward pumping, simply letting herself become immersed in the action and the fantasy. She knew, of course, that this couldn’t last forever, that there was an element of artifice in the way events had played out, but how often did a lonely woman get an opportunity to enjoy a romantic tryst with a would-be kidnapper, regardless of what Jessie had actually come here to do or take? Neither woman even knew the other’s name, and for Delia, that was preferable. That helped.

As their kiss extended, both women grew more and more in touch with one another’s rhythms, needs, even breathing. Jessie’s squirming and thrusting increased in speed, while Delia’s slightly slowed until they matched, both women taking on a deep, easy union. The ambient music and candlelight in the room was now even more appropriate, and providing some mitigation of the wet squishing sounds that rang out each time Delia sunk her thick cock back into Jessie’s tense, sensitive asshole, drawing soft, desperate moans from both of them at once. “Oh fuck, oh fuck…” Jessie whined, lashes fluttering before her eyes drifted shut completely, fingernails starting to dig into Delia’s back.

“Don’t… w-want to cum yet…” Delia moaned, breaking the kiss long enough to voice her protest, caressing the side of Jessie’s face with one hand while the other held her up. “Quick break, quick break.” Stealing another long kiss, Delia Ketchum – seeming almost agonized by the necessity – broke away, letting her cock slip free of Jessie’s ass and taking a moment to admire the gape she’d left behind… a gape she planned to tend to in a moment. Reaching for her water bottle on the bedside table, Ash’s mother took a long swig of it, catching her breath and rehydrating before tossing the bottle to Jessie… and then getting on her knees in front of her, dotting a trail of kisses down the base of the redhead’s twitching girldick, along her smooth balls, and then finally, swirling her tongue lovingly around the rosy, glistening ring of Jessie’s anus. “Let’s make you feel good….”

“Oh – h-hey, what are you doing down ther– ouuhhh…” Jessie gasped, squeezing her eyes shut and staying put as Delia began to gently lap and kiss at her asshole, using two fingers to keep it gently spread apart, not allowing it to fully close the gape she’d left. She started shallowly, using her tongue to glide around that smooth pink circle again and again, giving herself some time to resist climaxing while, at once, bringing Jessie ‘up to speed.’ The sensation was quite unlike anything the redhead had ever felt, her fingers making tight fists in the bedsheets as she squirmed and writhed in place, a thin strand of precum leaking from her ragingly-hard girldick and pooling in her navel. “Arceus, I… ffhuhhh….”

“You like that, sweetie?” Delia cooed back, shifting her hands up to gently grip Jessie by the hips, letting her tongue take a few more slow swirls around the tender hole before slipping it inside, fingernails digging gently into the redhead’s skin as she tonguefucked her, growing ever more eager to get back into the proper ‘swing’ of things. “Mmph, mmlmmn…” she moaned softly into Jessie’s butt, her tongue patiently exploring and pleasuring the inside of the other girl’s rear entrance, giving it a nice, thorough lather of saliva for when Delia stuffed her cock back inside… something she was already gearing up to do once more.

“Unh… that feels… amazing…” Jessie panted, now propping herself up on one elbow, softly stroking her own cock with the other hand as she watched Delia rim her, relishing every second. Strangely, though, however uncertain she’d been about all this at the beginning, she was beginning to crave the sensation of Delia’s cock inside of her, missing it desperately. “Are… are you ready to keep going?”

“Mlln, mmh–” the woman groaned, finally pulling her lips away from Jessie’s backdoor to properly look up at her. “Absolutely. Do you want to lay back down, or…?”

“Not this time – you lay down,” Jessie’s red lips spread into a wicked grin, and she leaned in for a quick kiss as Delia obeyed, laying back against the bed, unsure of what was about to come next. She got her answer quickly enough as Jessie crawled atop and straddled her, lowering her re-primed backdoor onto Delia’s thick shaft and taking the entire thing slowly into her ass. “Unh! Still so big,” she shuddered, planting her knees on the bed on either side of Delia’s hips, locking her firmly in place, her own member flexing and bobbing in the open as she took Delia all the way to the hilt up her backside.

“You’re… so beautiful,” Delia whispered, looking up at Jessie from her comfortable laying position, grabbing a long-displaced pillow to tuck under her head, and leaning up to gently kiss at Jessie’s breasts as she did. “And – ahh – so tight, keep going, just like that…” Delia laid back, propping her knees up and reaching one hand out to take firm hold of Jessie’s dick, starting to slowly, gently stroke the throbbing thing up and down, up and down, a little slower than the pace with which Jessie was easing back and forth along Delia’s bigger, thicker girlcock. “Don’t stop, d-don’t stop….”

“Ngghh…” Jessie gritted her teeth, one hand reaching down to lovingly massage one of Delia’s breasts, the other reaching up and back, trying to keep herself cool as she steadily increased the pace of her downward bounces, each drop of her weight into Delia’s lap sending that thick rod deeper than ever in her snug, tingling rear hole, still shimmering with a generous helping of the other woman’s saliva. “Oh fuck… I-I’m getting closer, keep touching me, I think I’m….”

“So am I,” Delia bit back a gasp, her eyes staying locked on Jessie’s as she thrust her hips upwards, meeting each of Jessie’s downward drops, drilling deeper into the girl’s ass than she ever had. “Nnh… I… I want you to cum with me, sweetie… just tell me when you… when you’re going to… h-haaahhh…!”

A sharp increase in pace and breakdown of rhythm served as the herald for Jessie’s oncoming orgasm, but she did as she was told nonetheless, and provided the little needed warning. “Looks… l-looks like…” she moaned, stretching out and clenching down, a spasm shaking through her as her aching cock finally unload spurt after spurt of hot, thick spunk across Delia’s face and tits. “Looks like Team Rocket’s blasting off agaaaaaain!”

Jessie’s release, of course, was met and matched with a torrent of Delia’s own warm, creamy cum by the time it had even finished – though Delia’s explosion of sticky whiteness was fired off deep inside of Jessie’s asshole, rather than out in the open, several gooey ropes pumping inside of the hapless gangster’s backside, filling her with it. Delia lunged upward, wrapping her arms around Jessie’s shoulders and kissing her again, holding on for dear life as she simply rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm, shudder after shudder rolling through her as she endured that high of pleasure. The sensation of Jessie’s rear entrance gradually tensing and relaxing around her only helped things along, and after a few moments, both women had toppled backwards onto the bed, trembling in each other’s arms, lips still finding and meeting one another again and again.

“That was unbelievable,” Jessie whispered when the dust had settled, eyes half-lidded, her wet, glistening girldick pressed gently up against Delia’s, recently freed from the redhead’s rear end.

“It was. I’m glad my son didn’t decide to visit like he was going to,” Delia mused aloud. “I wonder what kept him so long?”

“Oh, he’s…” Jessie hesitated, wondering exactly how bad of a beating James and Meowth had taken at the hands of the intrepid trainer. “...I’m sure he’s fine.”

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