“My deepest darkest desire?” Clarence asked while his eyes continued to stare at his cum being knocked around by her breasts. “I wish I was that cum being mashed between your tits.”
“Granted,” Stella grinned and just like that Clarence was gone and her tits were absolutely covered in his semen. There was so much jizz that when she slapped her tits together it splattered everywhere. It got on her face, in her mouth, and even in her hair.
When she pulled her tits apart you could make out a blissful male face in the cum, stretched across her soft flesh and linked together by strands of pale goo stretching from one breast to the next.
“Oh, you love this,” Stella giggled before mashing her tits together again and rubbing them up and down, spreading Clarence around and making him bend to whatever shape and position her tits were in. Every time she opened her tits to the air and looked past the grands of jizz connecting her boobs she could see his face in pure bliss. Open, closed, open, kneaded together, pressed so tightly a stream of semen erupted from her cleavage canyon and slid slowly down her neck.
She battered her tits together with a smile for what felt like forever, cum slid down onto her stomach, Pooled in her belly button, and dried on her shoulders. After what felt like forever she finally opened her tits again and realized that Clarence had dried to her skin.
“Boo!” Stella complained, missing the sticky sensation of her breasts peeling apart. She could see Clarence’s face frozen in a look of blissful terror. “Oh, you didn’t want to die this way did you? Should’ve asked to turn back after.”
She grinned evilly before pointing at her tits and waving. All of Clarence peeled off her and gathered together in a dry mass of cum that quickly turned liquid.
“You wanted to see your girlfriend right?” Stella asked before snapping her fingers and finding herself standing in a small town bedroom with a girl playing guitar on the bed. She shrieked at the sight of Stella but Stella just waved her hand and the girl’s mouth sealed over. “Aw, she’s so cute, and look at those tits. I know what you want.”
She tore the clothes off the girl and dumped Clarence right on her tits, grabbing the blonde’s hands and bringing them to her breasts, starting up the kneading motion.
“He likes it when you do it like this, yeah, there you go. Now you’re both happy,” Stella grinned with a step back. Gwen started to knead her breasts and seemed to enjoy it, she was soon on her back squashing Clarence about with a blissful look in her eyes. “And people say long distance doesn’t work.”
Stella watched Gwen play with the Clarence cum until he was a dry stain on her skin too. It was then that her lips were unzipped and she could finally pant in bliss.
“So how was it?” Stella asked, leaning over the girl.
“I love it,” Gwen panted. “When Clarence gets home we’re doing that.”
“But Clarence is home, he’s that dry cum you’ve been playing with for the last hour,” Stella grinned while a look of horror came over Gwen’s face.
“Is he dead?” She asked in a near whisper.
“Define dead,” Stella requested before giggling. She whirled her finger and Clarence peeled off Gwen’s body. Stella snapped her fingers and he became encased in a bottle. It filled right up with Clarence semen and Stella handed it to Gwen. “Here you go, It’ll fill infinitely. It was his deepest darkest desire to become cum being mashed in titties and i really don’t want to do that for the rest of my life. So... I guess it’s your job to please him now.”
“I can’t do that!” Gwen shouted while rising to her feet.
“Not with tits like those,” Stella grinned and Gwen watched as her tits grew until they rivalled Stella’s. “You enjoyed it, so you two are perfect for each other now. Add as much of him to your chest as you want, he’ll always produce more.”
Gwen was crying when Stella vanished into a burst of fire, leaving her dressed only in pants with big stripper titties and a bottle of cum that was once Clarence.
“You idiot,” Gwen growled while glaring at the bottle in her hands. “I want a man to have sex with and raise kids with. I’ll knead his cum between my tits when we get together, but until then you’ll have to do. It felt so good.”
She then lay down and squirted as much cum as the bottle held onto her tits. When it was set on the side table it began to slowly fill again but she didn’t care, she started mashing Clarence between her tits again, sloppy, warm, and jiggly on her skin. It felt so good. Until she found another real man she’d use him to please herself, but she was still mad he’d done this to himself. So from now on she’d try to think of him as a sexual toy instead of a person.