“Now it’s easy!” I said with a smirk, “So are you going to eat it now?”
Karyn moaned a little in response her hands fumbling around on the table looking for the hamburger, “oh goff… oh gofffff…” she whimpered quietly to herself. I could tell she wasn’t really listening to me, the arousal must’ve gone straight to her head, I assumed having a giant pussy for a face so close to her brain only made it even worse for her.
As I watched another stream of pussy juice slicked free from the trembling folds of Karyn’s face and landed on her chest as she let out another moan.
“It’s going to get cold” I said, growing impatient.
I smirked when Karyn found the hamburger and then watched, fascinated, as she lifted the whole thing to her face and started to tentatively push it against the folds of her slit. She was trembling and I stayed quiet as I watched what she would do. The burger mashed against her lips a few times before she turned it sideways and started pushing it into her pussy more forcefully, letting out a moan of arousal and humiliated despair.
The bun quickly soaked in pussy juice, barely fitting; Karyn had to use her fingers to mash the whole hamburger into the folds of her face pussy, stretching it out into a bulge as she pushed it deeper and deeper inside herself. Once the burger was entirely inside her, Karyn let out another moan, this time muffled by the hamburger. She let go of the lips of her slit and then sat still for a moment, her face pussy stuffed with burger, little flecks of sauce and lettuce on her lips, before she flexed her neck and I watched her pussy lips open slightly and then close, squeezing like she was chewing.
After a few of these pulses of movement, I watched Karyn lift her head a little and then she swallowed, the bulge in her pussy disappearing as it moved down into her throat as a mushed, pussy juice soaked mess.
I let her have a moment to get her breath back before I spoke again, “Taste good?”
The lips of Karyn’s slit opened and then closed in an attempt of a frown.
“No! Iff phasphed ffike phucking minf, phagina and hamphurger!”
“Oh?”
“Yeff!” Karyn yelped, “You maphe iff pho I can faste my phagina and face at phe phame phucking fime! Phatt waff phe worst phucking expherienff of my phife!”
I ignored her complaining and watched as more pussy juice dribbled from her slit, soaking her chest. Karyn fumbled for the napkin box and dabbed at the wetness desperately. The young woman at the other table was doing the same thing, though my attention was drawn back to Karyn when I felt some specks of wetness splash me.
“You’re spraying everywhere”
Karyn didn’t say anything but her head snapped to face me, if she still had eyes I’d guess she was glaring in anger but all I could see was her flushed pink pussy. Irritated I took a napkin from her and wiped myself with a sigh.
“Fine, if you’re not going to do anything about it, I will”
Karyn’s demeanour immediately changed as she held out her hands in pleading.
“No oh goff! Phon pleaffe!” Karyn begged, obviously panicked, but I spoke over her.
“I wish women’s wetness clung to their skin, stopping it spraying everywhere and that women’s breasts acted like sponges for their own pussy juices”
Karyn immediately jumped upright in her seat, her hands flying to her breasts and clutching them protectively, though there was nothing she could do. The wetness running down her neck and chest quickly started seeping into her tits, causing them to perk up in volume. Glancing over at the waitress told me the same thing had happened to her and I had to quiet a snort of laughter when I saw the wet spot on her chest had grown to encompass both her breasts as though they were wet to the touch.
“That’s better” I said turning back to Karyn, “right?”