Before you can make it, you stop in place right in front of him, and put your hands on your hips, the glass of the dildo in your hand bumping one side. You give an angry scowl at him, and begin with a demand before going off at him.
“Hey, you punk! I don’t know who you are, but I request that you give me access to my phone again!”
You look at the reflection in his glasses, which conveniently shown his phone screen; If there was one thing you were known for, it’s your super good eyesight, to which you were able to easily decipher the words on there as he typed, the sentence starting with, “This angry woman’s name is-” Before he changed the name.
Looking up as he waved a hand around; which seemed to cue the one hump ing his side to stop, and Tammy to massage his shoulders, he asked cockily, “And whom might you be, foxy lady?”
You feel that that point isn’t relevant, but feel the need to say it anyway, “Look, man, my name is Tittybitch Cumbunny, and I demand respect!” You were super embarrassed to admit your long-given name that you had ever since you decided to change it drunkenly, and the ridiculous fact that you decided to keep your…Husbands’(?) name.
But you suddenly must have figured out by the text in his glasses that he changed your name, but for the life of you, you can’t remember what from! And with an embarrassingly awful name like Cumbunny, it may be the case that he changed Tammy’s last name beforehand. How long were you in that beach shower for?
Thinking about the shower and the moment before with the little group orgy brought you to some level of wetness again, and your knees almost buckled trying to rub your thighs together to try and keep your angry stance.
You look again at his glasses, and see that he was now writing with, “Tittybitch is rubbing her thighs from how wet she is.” As he changed Thighs to Nipples, you feel a strange subconscious urge.
You set down your dildo and continue your rant, occasionally pausing to hold in a moan as you play with your nipples through your bikini on your big tits, making them poke out alluringly, and raving about how it’s not fair that he gets to have the app, and how you have had it, while he was just laughing and leering at you, and went back to typing: “This woman is standing around while ranting.” A change from Standing to Dancing, and your nippleplay stop in favor of dancing, hips swaying from side to side, hands now on said wide hips as you move in a sexy rhythm, giving a shimmy to your bountiful bosom.
Your dance makes you swivel around so that you’re shaking your ass at him, but you could hear him typing. Curses, this change was going to be one you won’t be able to parse. Still, you continue to rant regardless. “And furthermo- Fuck! I’m a little cum-drinking dumbass that needs a dildo right in her ass! Jiggly, jiggly slut that I am!“ You wonder if you’re even getting through to him, as people tend to not understand you through the debasing dialogue you aren’t aware that you’re spouting. Making a sexy dip to retrieve your prized dildo, you can still hear him typing away. It’s frustrating, so to calm down, you shove the glass shaft between your beach ball sized tits, always feeling relaxed with a good old tittyfuck. Sure, you would prefer cum to coat them like a wonderful frosting, but this is the next best thing.
You move your dancing now to bunnyhopping, as it was appropriate, since you possess floppy bunny ears on top of your head and a large poofy cottontail. The carrot dildo pleasures your valley of cleavage as you hop around in circles in place, legs bowed in a crouch, your dildo magically still pumping in and out of your huge boobies that you love so much as they bounce around, your hands now clenched up into a begging position.
You once again notice that he’s typing, but it seems you can’t read what he wrote because of your merry hopping, the floating balloon that is tying your poofy ponytail bopping the top of your ears distractingly. You’re still not sure why you go for balloons that have ‘DUMBASS’ written on them to tie your hair, but hey, whatever works, you mean, what else is there?
“And with that, Tittybitch likes to slap her tits and bark like a slutty seal! What does your sexy dick gotta say about that?! Can you give this lowly cumguzzler her app back?” He laughs at this, and the girls alongside him, even that slutty bitch of a former husband you have that was currently feeding him grapes, wherever they came from.
Finally, he...