While Audrey scribbled away at her notes she felt the all too familiar sensation of an erection growing in her shirt. She tried to ignore it at first, but the stiffy was making it hard for her to lean down and focus on her notes, it crept up her torso inch by inch, soon the head of her dick Jen was poking out of the top of her cleavage. Audrey let out an annoyed sigh, putting down her pencil addressing the bell end almost like it was a real person.
“Seriously Jen? You’re horny again after you just fucked Laura? It’s like you have a kind of your own sometimes.” Audrey whispered receiving a spirt of pre cum on the cheek almost in response.
Audrey chuckled to herself then used her right thumb to wipe the jizz off her face and suck it while her left hand stroked the underside of her cock through her shirt.
“Can you imagine…” she mumbled to herself as she kept stroking. She groaned a bit. She knew masturbation never worked with her libido. Even on the occasions where she sucked her own dick (which she could do without much issue) it really didn’t do much to make her any less satisfied. The thing Jen craved was being inside another real living person.
“Fuck it.”
Audrey undid her pants, letting her baseball sized balls hand free, then lifted up her shirt and flopped the throbbing hard Jen out, leaning back in her chair manspreading with her elbows up on the back.
She knew with her cock’s natural unexplained magnetism it wouldn’t be exposed for too long, and soon enough someone would get a nice fat load of her and Jen’s special transformative cum. The question now was who?