Once she was inside with her shoulders in place, she was sealed into a one piece no opening army green catsuit. She will with no doubt be unable to ge... out of it without help, if the talcum gets soaked of sweat. The fit was the smoothest and most lean she ever imagined. No sign of zippers or patches. It felt more like silk on her body, but with an exceptional strain that wanted her body back in a suit-neutral position. The boots on the other hand was a rude hardware. They immobilize her feet’s. Her hands on my dick were so nice. She massaged my balls and squeezed it. My dick was standing like Rock Mountain in all its glory. She pulled down my foreskin and massaged my dickhead. It turned pink and pre-cum was flowing out.Her fingers felt the pre-cum and she massaged my dick with my pre-cum. Her breathing was so heavy and I could see her huge boobs shaking big time. I drew courage and pressed her left boob. To my surprise she was silent. I knew this is it, hugged and smooch her. I. But she was armored, her passions focused on this. As a demigoddess daughter of Las, she had the strength to resist my manipulation.I had to make her vulnerable. And drowning in her pussy cream wasn’t that.It was what she wanted. My submission or my death were both her desires. I could see no other way out of this but submitting. I would die. My sisters were in danger. Should I swallow my pride, bend here, then find a way to break free.But if I bent, then I would be lost. I would no longer. Still careful to control our cries of passion with the family nearby I rhythmically sucked her breast and rubbed her crotch until with a quiet grunt of ardor she exploded in orgasm, driving her tit upward into my mouth and thrashing her hips. Swinging her ass over the side of the bed I once again lifted my skirt and slip, pulled down my panties and drove my cock into her waiting muff. She forced her ass back at my engorged organ and I thrust into her again and again, feeling the wonderful.