You spin around midway, shaking your hips and breasts in time with the music.
“Hey, you!” you yell mid hop, “Gimme back my phone!”
You do a spin, and he asks, “And who might you be?” with a foxy smirk.
“My name is Candi Cockslut, and I demand respect!” you say, before wondering if that is indeed your name. After all, he could have changed it during the orgy you caused. Thinking of this orgy prompts you to get just a bit wet, and you rub your thighs. You catch the reflection of the app in his glasses, which says “This woman’s vagina is wet due to her arousal.” However, before you can read the changes he makes, the music changes, prompting you to turn around and grind your ass in mid-air. It lasts for quite a while, your gigantic futa cock rubbing inside your gargantuan cleavage, the swollen head turning bright pink from your make-up.
“And why should I give you my phone back?” he says, his large cock similarly erect to yours.
“Because it’s mine-” you start saying, before a cough flies out of your throat. “Becauz it'z like, man totiez Candi'z! And junk. And sooo like, Candi iz such a slut, like, wow dat, fer shure like, like, wow Candi wil, like, man totiez suck yur yah konw, bitchin'est like, fat cock, like, for it,” you say, your high pitched voice causing his cock to grow even more. You swing your hips from side to side, your forked tongue twirling around your double penises. Your top pair of arms is tweaking-stroking your tentacle-like nipples, a thick, gooey substance spewing out of them, staining the boardwalk-bedsheets a pure white. Your other arms are each pleasing your cocks, the lithe, delicate hands pleasuring every inch of the pulsing cocks.
You climax, the pleasure literally shaking you. Your cocks wiggle around, resembling rogue fire hoses; minus the thick, glowing pink liquid flying out. Your nipples do much the same. You pull back your tongue, annoyed at yourself. ‘Why didn’t I just cum in the shower?’ you massage your baseball sized testicles, already feeling your ultra virile cum filling back up. Looking back at the bitch, you see her massaging her medium sized breasts with a mix of amazement and arousal, although that could be because of Tammy riding her cock, the baseball bat sized rod visible through Tammy’s taut waist. Your testicular ichor is dripping off of her tanned skin. She was standing directly in front of you when you came; maybe her already large body shielded the bitch?
Anyways, now that she’s distracted by Tammy, you could steal her phone? You slither around, but find her tapping on her phone- agh, fuck it! You can’t think with the sloshing of your testicles. You barely resist cumming here and there, because the bitch is doing something.
“Well, Candi, looks like you’re looking for some relief?” she says, showing off her massive cock.
“Like, yeah, fer shure Candi totiez iz! Can Candi, like, fer shure totaly ride yur bitchin'est fat cock... uh, wow like, fer shure Candi meanz dat Candi, like, mostly wantz ya to impale Candi with yur bitchin'est fat cock, like, like, wow not so ride it!” You say. You’re not sure you’re getting through with your debasing dialogue, but she goes, “Well, get on~” she says.
She doesn’t need to tell you twice! You jump on her, twisting yourself to the bottom. She sits on your massive balls, and she taps a bit on her phone. You bounce your hips up and down, before she whistles. When she does, Tammy and another girl climb up. It’s another one of her victims, you just know it. Her lust filled gaze hides under electric purple hair, large purple cat ears dipping backwards, as her amber eyes widen. Compared to both you and Tammy, she’s very lithe, but compared to the average girl, she’s busty. Her tail twists just above her compact ass, and that’s all you see before they jump on top of you. Both of them moan, the cat-girl’s rough voice making it sound more like a growl. That’s all you remember, before blacking out. Your mind is overwhelmed by the urge to breed the two fertile females riding your cocks, as well as the large, virile stud filling you in turn.