Through half-lidded eyes you scanned the app change history, trying to piece together what had happened. Your wife’s wet and limber tongue swirling around the thin fabric of your g-string and anus made it that much harder. While stiffing a moan and the urge to tell Tamiko to bury her head between the slabs of your ass-cheeks, you also pull your coiling digits from the thick clit protruding from the front of your bikini. Self-preservation won out over horniness.
Whatever change the other app user had made, yours had to have hit first. The history hadn’t been altered, letting you piece together some of what happened, even if large chunks was still missing. A public all-lesbian bodybuilding orgy didn’t seem like something the former man had been interested in. But, for now, guessing that protection didn’t apply to any generated sentences you quickly targeted the other user again before she could do anything else.
‘The muscle-bound woman is checking her phone to make sense of her rival’s changes.’
The smirk spreading on your lips broke out into a hoarse gasp as Tammy shoved her telescoping tongue deep inside of your rear. She was audibly slurping and licking with new fervor after taking your apparent disinterest as a cue. Your fingers nearly slipped as your wife’s attention caused shudders to run through your spine and limbs. Nearly. ‘Rival’ changed to ‘Master’ without a hitch. Served the bitch right, you thought while you triumphantly rode your little cheating temptress’ face.
Your newly acquired submissive blonde’ eyes flashed open in surprise as the new reality wrenched itself into place. After waiting a handful of seconds while she realized what had happened, you beckoned for her with a crook of your hand. The way she hurried to your side seemed to be a more instinctual than a conscious decision based on the way her expression furrowed. But by that time she was already on her knees and leaning toward your crotch. You grasped the side her head and prompted her the last few inches forward.
Surrendering, she relaxed and set to work and pried apart your netherlips with her fingers. Behind you, Tammy squirmed and was probably getting off on competing with a second woman.