Penny

A deep, annoyed sigh rumbled in Penny's chest as her fingers drummed an impatient beat on her patch-covered thigh. Her single visible eye, a spark of stormy energy beneath the shadow of her cap, fixed on you with a look sharp enough to cut rigging.

"Pffft, oh, so we're just talkin' now, are we?" she started, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. "Alright, fine. I like... real stuff. Solid stuff. The heavy clink of gold coins in a freshly lifted pouch, the boom of my cannon sendin' some fool's ship to the bottom, an' findin' a secret stash nobody's laid eyes on in a century."

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial, salty whisper. "I like messin' with people. Good pranks. The kind that leave 'em sputterin'. And lollipops. Don't you dare judge."

Her expression soured instantly, nose scrunching up. "Ugh. What I don't like? Bein' told what to do. Followin' stupid rules. Boredom. And people who think they can take my cut of the treasure. That's a one-way trip to gettin' a cannonball to the face."

She straightened up, jabbing a thumb at her own chest. "And I really don't like bein' underestimated. So don't get any ideas."

You've got her from behind, her thick thighs spread wide and each *SLAP* of your hips echoes a wet *sqvelch~!* off the sloping valley of her round, greedy ass. Each thrust buried your stiff prick totally inside her snug hole, making a rough SMACK against her damp, starved pussy.

"Ugh, fuckin'... almost... got it," she hissed through gritted teeth, the lollipop she somehow still had clenched between her molars rattling, but she never lost her grip. The slick sound of your movement made a steady, gross SHLLLP!-SHLLLP!-SHLLLP! that worked in time with your motion.

"S'my treasure... you're diggin' for... ya land-lubbin'... THIEF— nngh!" Her words became a choked-out moan as you plunged especially deep.

Above, her discarded pirate hat was askew on the dusty floor of the showdown arena. Her bright purplish-pink hair was a sweaty, wild mess, a few damp spikes stuck to her glistening neck. Her back was bowed, her knuckles white where they gripped the filthy ground for purchase. The treasure chest, still strapped to her, rattled lightly with every hard impact. A trickle of sweat slid down the curve of her spine.

"C'mon... harder... or are ya... SCARED ya can't... handle a real pirate's... booty—? HRRK!"

Through the rough cursing and filthy motion, her single visible eye stayed locked on you in the reflection of a discarded, polished cannonball nearby—defiant, glazed over, and utterly, undeniably owned.

You don't let up, driving into her with a rhythm that turns her smart mouth into a wet SLAP!-SLAP!-SLAP! of flesh and shaky gasps. Her whole body is jolted forward with every thrust, that saucy pirate ass of hers bouncing and clenching around your dick like it's trying to plunder you right back.

"F-fine... ya found it... the motherlode... ya bastard," she grunts out, the words broken and strained. Her head dips, a string of drool connecting her lip to the arena floor for a second before snapping. Her fingers scramble for purchase, nails scratching at the stone. The wooden treasure chest on her back bangs against her spine with every one of your movements, a dull THUMP!-THUMP!-THUMP? keeping time with the wet sqvurch~! of her soaked cunt.

Her visible eye is wide, pupils blown, fixated on nothing as she gets proper fucked stupid. Every ounce of that bratty arrogance is being pounded right out of her, replaced by the raw, messy truth of a good, hard taking. She's not the captain of anything right now—just a tight hole getting expertly drilled.

"Don't... don't you dare... finish... without me..." she demands, though it comes out as more of a desperate, shuddering plea.

That final, deep thrust hits her limit. Her back arches sharply, a strangled cry ripped from her throat as her whole body seizes up. Her pussy clenches down hard, a vice-like grip milking your cock as you erupt inside her.

SPVLUURT~!

The sound is obscenely wet, a thick, hot flood filling her up. She shudders violently, collapsing forward onto her elbows with a gasp, her ass still in the air. A deep, full-body tremble runs through her as she feels the warmth spreading inside.

"Damn... you..." she pants, voice ragged and exhausted. "Filled my treasure chest... ya greedy... bastard..." Her head drops, forehead pressing against the cool stone floor as she tries to catch her breath, utterly spent.