After giving Cynthia some experimental licks the rubber woman started to sensually slide her down Michelle’s stomach. “Mmh~, yes she will be great.”
“Thank you, but–” Michelle was cut off as the woman lifted up her skirt and pushed her friend's flat side onto her crotch, right where her clit was. She winced at the weird new feeling down there and stepped back, but even with the woman letting go it stayed over her vagina. “Wha–”
“Sits perfectly, I knew it. Why bother with a strap-on when you can have it become a part of you.”
Michelle stared down at the 9’’ long rubber futa dick with her best friend’s face as its head that protruded from her crotch. Futilely she tried to push down her skirt to regain some modesty, but her new member made this impossible. She should run away screaming. She should freak out. She should be weirded out. But under the island's spell the only thought that came into her head was. “Wow… she is a perfect fit.”
“And I bet she loves it, too,” the woman replied.
She couldn't explain it, but something compelled Michelle to put both her hands around the dick and start pumping. With each stroke unfamiliar pleasures started assaulting her brain. Moan after moan escaped her as her stroking increased. Masturbating her futa-dick was the only thing on her mind, she ignored the two rubber women watching her and stroking their own crotches, and she didn't notice Cynthia’s face taking on a similar expression. Michelle felt something filling her dick. She threw her head back as an unimaginable orgasm hit her and something shot out of Cynthia’s mouth.
Panting and barely managing to stand Michelle only muttered, “You’re amazing… Cynthia.”