Krystal slowly peeled back her lengthy foreskin to inspect her glans. The punk girl smiled with satisfaction as she beheld the thick crust of waxy smegma with fresher, creamier smegma clinging to the top of the dried crust. Krystal ran a finger over the dick cheese before giving said finger a lick. "Holy motherfucking shitballs!" she gasped. "This shit's real smeg!"
"That's amazing, Krystal!" Kiko smiled with admiration, still squeezing the tip of her own erect dick inside the tight grip of her fist as she toyed with herself.
"Thanks, kid," Krystal smiled proudly. "Oh, try to give your poor dong a rest. You'll give yourself a nasty case of the fucking blue balls at this rate. Trust me, I've seen Lexi inflict that on herself dozens of times. Going off her reaction, it feels shitty as hell."
"It really does," Lexi agreed, wincing at the memories.
"Okay," Kiko said, blushing as she reluctantly withdrew her hand from her unsatisfied cock. "I'll... try. I just need a chance to cum soon."
"You'll get it," Krystal winked playfully. "And you'll dine on fucking dick cheese when it happens!" The punk girl joyfully waggled her erect, smegma-encrusted cock to underscore her point.
"Ah still think ya acted a mite rash, Krys," Dakota said sternly. "Ya coulda fused yer hood to yer cockhead! Maybe that woulda happened if ya'd used a bigger dollop o' that lube stuff."
Krystal shrugged. "Well, it didn't, and I fucking got the dick cheese I wanted."
"Jus' don't go playin' wi' matches like that again," Dakota said, sstroking her thick arm hair as she talked. "If'n we got any questions 'bout changes, we'll go 'n' ask Circe what ta do. Ya got it?"
"Fiiiiiiiiine," Krystal sighed, sounding as if she'd just been told off by her mother for staying out past curfew (likely a familiar experience from her teenage years). "Anyway, I say we take a break from changing to focus on fucking. Sound good?"