Aylee and Jelria return together this time as they bump heads and other body parts! Both enemies of one another, yet they always seem to end up in bed with one another. Or anywhere with objects that double as a bed at any rate. After Aylee’s undercover op for SI:7 gets blown by Jelria and her 7th Legion comrades, the pair have a huge disagreement and sex often follows.

Commissioned by: Jelria & Aylee

“Oh my gosh, are you gonna tie the knots sometime this century? Must be those pig-fingers making it take ages.” Aylee remarked, scowling up at Jelria who fastened the ropes that wrapped around the SI:7 agent’s naked and beautiful body.

Jelria responded with a roll of her eyes and then a firm smack to Aylee’s rear. The smack was a sharp and spiteful one too, she wanted it to hurt. “Shut up will ya? I’m making sure your SI:7 rat body doesn’t squirm free. Your kind are good at that.”
“Aghh! Grrrr… Oh that sounds like a plan! I thought Jelria and her 7th Legion knuckle draggers didn’t know how to do plans.” Aylee shot back quickly, her rear still humming from the sting of the smack as she squirmed about trying to slip free. That wasn't happening, all that extra time tying those knots had ensured they weren't being slipped out of.

“What are you blabbering about now?” Jelria replied with an irritated sigh and a casual slap of her very large cock against the vulnerable and moistening pussy before her.

“You BLEW my op! Six months of surveillance down the drain because YOU and YOUR pigs went storming in.” Aylee angrily yelled, finding an angle to shove her foot up against the side of Jelria’s face.

“We got the cell, everyone got arrested. You’re not evening making sense. That is a good result you idiot.” she shot back struggling with the foot pressing against her face. Everytime she batted it away, Aylee would shove it back against the side of her head.

“A good result!? Big whoop! You got a bunch of small fries behind bars. A little more time and I could have got the whole network! Fuck I hate you so much!” Aylee argued back, their bickering was getting louder and showed no signs of passing. Thankfully it was just the two of them down there in that empty criminal den.

“Pfft, you weren’t gonna take down shit. You were spinning your wheels in that group for months and getting nothing. We made a call and it was the right one. Just another failure for Agent Aylee. First the Poundflesh Clan op now this.” Jelria shot back with spitefulness in her words to match those raining down on her from the bound up petite agent.
“Oh digging up the past huh? What about you? Did you get bored of harassing flower-picking elves in the park? Decided to come fuck up my operation? I can’t wait to take you down for corruption.” she hissed back through gritted teeth.
Jelria was already rock hard between her strong legs, all the fighting and the bickering mixed with the lustful nature between them always had this effect when it came to Aylee. She absolutely hated that agent, always enjoyed getting in her way and ruining her operations, but above all that she loved fucking her rough.

“You know what, let's hear your voice do something other than bitch.” Jelria growled, pushing the head of her cock deeply and suddenly inside Aylee while she fought with the kicking barefoot at her face. She was bottoming out inside her pussy as it prompted a loud moan and cry out from the SI:7 agent. Her voice echoing around the abandoned halls of the sewer lair crime scene.
Aylee loved that big cock of hers, not that she’d ever admit that to Jelria of all people. She’d sooner die than say anything nice to this piece of work. “Ugh, don’t fucking look at me while you do it you pig.” she hissed through gritted teeth, stifling her moans a bit.

“Yeah you’re right, there must be a paper bag around here somewhere you can wear, do us both a favor.” Jelria smirked spitefully as she reveled in twisting Aylee’s insult back at her. All smug and righteously as she pounded her hips furiously against her, forcing sloppy sounds of wet hateful sex to echo around the empty halls of a once thriving criminal den.
It was just the two of them now. No organizations or duties, just them, their hate for one another and the best nasty sex either of them could ever hope to have.