Horny Storage

But now you know he was right. Kind of. He got two things wrong: there were more than one ghost, and they were not friendly. They were horny. They touch you anytime, anywhere, no matter what you’re doing. You go nights without sleep because they keep fingering you and fucking you with their invisible cocks. You can’t take a shower without your pussy and mouth being used. Your panties are always wet thanks to their constant teasing, but they almost never let you cum, so you’re perpetually needy.

for the captain of the guard to step forward and let their rough gloved hands pull and tease and bruise my soft untouched skin. for them to roughly grab my chin and force me to make eye contact as their hand dips between my legs for the first time, rubbing my clit far more harshly than i’ve ever done with my own fingers. for them to undo their belt as my attitude dissolves and i beg them to stop, telling them they can do whatever they want with their hands but please nothing else. they ignore me, of course.

for every knight in the room to see me utterly broken on their leader’s cock, eventually giving up the struggle because it feels as good as it is rough. for them to make me finish, crying out as i cum harder than i ever have. for them to decide that they may not ask for a ransom at all, that the price for their new royal bedwarmer is far higher than my kingdom could imagine paying.

like, out in public and forced to keep quiet and not react as something fucks into me or at home and reduced to a whining, drooling heap because of how many times it's forced me to come

even better if i'm out and about in public and i didn't realize it was there until it's too late for me to go back home, so i'm forced to deal with orgasm after orgasm in front of other people while not understanding what's going on

like, a ghost that haunts my house takes a liking to me and one day decides that just watching me get off isn't enough. and i have to suffer for making him so horny (even though i didn't realize i was doing it) and pounds into me while i'm on the train, making me cum again and again, freaked out bc i don't know what's going on but i have to keep quiet because there's other people on this bus and i don't want them to know that i've already orgasmed twice since getting on the train, and there's still two hours to go before i reach my stop. this is before he starts playing with my clit and i realize that he was going easy on me

or like, i'm going tent camping alone somewhere, and late at night, i'm having a wet dream. a small parasitic tentacle monster that feeds on human arousal smells how wet i am, and crawls into my panties and attaches itself to my pussy. it has a sucker over where my clit is, and several tentacles that can swell up and get bigger that it shoved into my pussy. i half wake up, and think i'm still dreaming when i feel something fucking into me and sucking on my clit, but after two orgasms i wake up fully and realize there's something actually there. i start panicking and try to sit up, only for the parasite to fuck me deeper and release some kind of aphrodisiac that makes me fall boneless to the floor. i'm terrified, even as the aphrodisiac kicks in, but i can't do anything to try and get it off because i feel boneless and my arms aren't working right. eventually, once i've resigned myself to my fate (and after it feels sated with how many times i've cummed) my arms start working again and i can get up, but by this point i cant do anything to get it off. so i go home. and occasionally have to call out of work because my parasite decided it was hungry, so i'm stuck cumming again and again until it's satisfied

sorry for how long this is, i just really want my pussy to be used without my consent lol

Bunny Secretary walks up to you at your desk, a smirk on his lips that hold a million secrets. You’re working like it’s a normal day, only kind of wondering why the entire floor is cleared of your colleagues.

“Hey, sweets, you need to get downstairs for the annual egg hunt.”

At your confused glance, Bunny Secretary’s smirk only grows darker, his cock twitching with uncontainable excitement. Pre leaks in his briefs at your pure naivety. That’ll be gone before long and it’ll all be because of him.

“Confused? Well, darling, every year I get to pick one person to plant this lovely egg vibrator inside of. When I do, the office is alerted and the hunt begins.”

He holds up a brightly covered egg shaped toy, decorated as if it were an actual Easter egg. Realization dawns on you and your legs subtly try and rub together, your body throbbing at the idea of all these big sexy monsters pawing at you, plunging their giant fingers inside of you in attempts to find the egg. Bunny Secretary’s eyes gleam as if reading your mind.

“First one to find the egg gets the prize. And this year that prize… is you,” he purrs, his bunny nose twitching as he inhales deep gulps of your arousal.

With a swift push of your chair, Bunny Secretary has you ass up, leaning against the desk and ready for him. Your core leaking with arousal and making him drool.

His hands run over your body, caressing you with a dark and twisted reverence like he just can’t get enough of you. But it’s not just enough to taste and the urge has him leaning in to get a taste.

The moment your essence drips onto his tongue, Bunny Secretary swears he blacks out. All he can sense is your taste, everything else going dark as he eats you out like a man starved. His tongue reaching far into your depths, swirling the thick muscle inside of you. Fucking you relentlessly with his mouth and getting you ready to take the toy.

He works you with his tongue, higher and higher till your pretty hole flutters around him, desperate to cum. You whine in protest when he pulls back but a moment later and the thick egg is stretching your slick walls as he pops the toy inside of you.

At first nothing happens. You stand on shaky legs and your lips part, about to ask what gives, when Bunny Secretary clicks something on a miniature remote and your body is buzzing to life. Sparks of pleasure shoot from your core and instead of words, you moan like the slut you are as your knees buckle. The shock of it instantly turning you into a gushing mess.

It only takes that last bit of vibration to have you coming at your desk, barely able to stand. Bunny Secretary is right there to keep you upright, bringing you firmly against his chest. Even that has you coming harder till finally the vibrations stop and you slump against him.

“Hmm. I wonder how long it’ll take them to find you when you already look so fucking wrecked,” he rasps, voice hoarse with his own need, and his lips curled in a smug grin.

You briefly wonder what he means as he helps practically carry you downstairs where the office is holding the hunt. It all makes sense as Bunny Secretary opens the door and you’re immediately greeted with what looks to be a war zone.

But no, it’s not a war zone. It’s the biggest damn orgy you’ve ever seen in your life. Everyone from the office railing each other in search of the egg. The egg currently inside you. The reminder has you clenching around it and trying to hold in the lewd moans that beg to spill from your lips.

I'm taken along with chests of gifts, full of gold and jewels, and I'm dressed just as fancily, in expensive silks and makeup to present me as the perfect gift, and brought to the throne room.

I can feel every eye on me when I walk the path between the gathering of nobles and advisors. The guards against the walls stare, the servants I pass trail their eyes over me, and when I arrive in front of the thrones of their group of leaders, they gaze at me hungrily as I bow before them, pledging my service to them.

Such a willing prize intrigues them, more than the gold or jewels of the treaty. They beckon me closer, telling me that if I really am so eager to serve, then show them I'm worth the trouble of helping my kingdom.

I'm pushed down to my knees before the biggest of their leaders, who arches an expectant brow, and I know what they want. I've studied their kingdom, and I'm well versed in the way they pledge their loyalty. For my kingdom, I'd remind myself.

I can feel every eye in the room on me when I lean forward to press my lips against the slowly growing bulge against the werewolves tightening pants, slowly undoing the buttons and tugging away fabric to reveal his hard cock, and anticipation curls in my stomach despite the situation.

You know what to do, He'd say with a smirk, and I would, wrapping my hand around the thick base of his cock, letting him push it past my lips to make me take him deep on my mouth. I can hear the excited murmurs of the crowd behind me, but I'm more focused on the werewolf before me, and I can't help but moan as his grip tightens.

He mutters praises as I take him deeper, my hands stroking where my mouth won't reach, completely entranced, and he seems to like it, really like it, because before I know it, he's got a fist in my hair as he cums down my throat with a low groan.

I'm pulled away suddenly, and my face is pressed in the lap of another, a werewolf who spreads her legs and guides my face to her cunt. I grasp her thighs and let her push my head where she wants it, moaning against her as she angles my head to lick her steadily.

I'd feel large hands on my hips, suddenly, and gasp, I didn't even realize they had been getting up, but I'm practically surrounded, though they made sure to leave space for the audience to see me. One is toying with the fabric of my clothes thoughtfully before ripping them off. Its only a matter of moments before I'm bare before the crowd, and I feel thick, oiled fingers sinking into me to prepare me for what I know is about to happen. I'd assure myself its for the good for my people, that i don't really want it, but its hard to believe that when I'm coming on their fingers with a moan.

My face is pushed to the lap of another, my hands guided to wrap around a thick cock as she strokes my head soothingly before forcing her cock down my throat. I'm unable to hold back desperate, pathetic sounds as they use me as they please, and when I feel someone line up to push into me, my mind goes blank and all I want is to please them.

They use me in front of their nobles and guards, my advisors and the servants we brought along, but I couldn't care less. They fuck me, one after the other, some with their fingers, some with me bent over their throne, some grab me and spread me wide so everyone can see as they sink into me, and they don't stop till each of them have had their fill, until the only sound I can make is pitiful moans and spreading my legs feels like second nature. My clothes are torn and the nice makeup is smudged and my shoulders and neck are covered in dark marks they've left, and I'm lying blissfully in the arms of one of the werewolves, my mind on nothing but the thought of them.

hey nonnie!

I'm sorry you had to wait since 2021 to get an answer to this <3 ˙◠˙ I hope you're still around. But this ask aged like fine wine. Buckle up, guys, Miss Clarence is on the way do your dorm rooms. Make sure you're wet and ready for her!

The Slut Academy: Miss Clarence's Instructions

Content Warning: free use

Ever since Miss Clarence told me she'd take me as her personal pet if I do good on my exams, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't stop thinking about the way she touched my tits. Lauren and I practiced breast play on each other regularly now, because of course Miss Clarence was right: it was an important part of the finals. We have to be good at it.

And the best part about it was that we could cockwarm while doing it. Two things at once. Having to concentrate on Laurens tits while being stuffed with my biggest dildo for half an hour, or an hour even, was the sweetest torture. Of course, it was good training, too.

Of course, tonight is no different. I have a medium sized plug in, but paired with the dildo I'm sitting on I feel thoroughly stuffed. Lauren is doing homework, so I'm kneeling under her desk. Her tits are out, of course. She's cockwarming a knotted toy and keeps shifting around on it. Knotted toys are new for us, using them is a new program the Slut Academy created. I have no class with them this semestre, but one is scheduled for me in the next. The first time I saw Lauren with one in our room, my eyes bulged. I was a hot mess by the time she had worked it into her tight hole, her needy moans and huffs made me all hot and bothered. It still has that effect on me. Imagining the thick knot in her greedy little hole makes both my holes clench around the toys stuffed into them.

"C'm on," comlains Lauren. I lost concentration and stopped sucking her tits.

"Sorry," I say and blow on her nipple. She shifts again on the knot. I fasten my mouth to her tit again and decide to help her along. The hand not occupied with teasing her right nipple sneaks between her legs. I rub her pussy lips in a teasing manner, stroke aorund her clit without touching it. Her hips start moving and I see her starting to lift, to fuck herself.

I push her hips down firmly with both hands. "No," I say and she whines. She isn't supposed to fuck herself on the length of the toy, she's supposed to keep the knot in. She has to stop squirming or she'll never pass the course.

When she settles, I start flicking her nipple with my tonue agian and tug on the nipple clamps on my own. My hips have started to rotate, seeking friction from the toys in my holes. I'm allowed to do that, but I startle when I hear a sensual chuckle next to the text.

It's Miss Clarance. "Good girls," she praises us. "How long have you been sitting on that, Lauren?"

"A-about an hour, Miss Clarance," says Lauren and I can see a gush of her arousal seeping out of her. "She's been sucking my tits for just as long," she adds.

Miss Clarance makes a pleased sound. "Don't stop", she instructs. I do as I'm told and keep sucking and pulling Laurens nipples and play around with her tits. I can hear Miss Clarance walking. She's behind me and reaches between my legs, feels my stuffed holes, flicks my clit and I moan loudly.

"Good girl", Miss Clarance praises me. "I hear you got almost all A's, is that right?"

"Hmmhm", I moan.

"It's true. Only one B", Lauren says, breath shaky.

Miss Clarance reaches around my body and grabs my tits in her hands, sueezing lightly before massaging them. "The B is in what class?" she asks and pulls both my nipples forward with the chain between the clamps.

I release Laurens nipple with a wet pop. "It's in french kissing, Miss Clarance."

"Why?"

"I was paired with a boy that just failed rimming", I grumble.

Miss Clarance laughs. "Poor you", she says. "No matter. I got you to be my pet over the holidays. And if you're good, over the next semestre too. Do you like that, slut?"

"Yes, Miss Clarance!" I mean it. Miss Clarance's body is a dream come true. I can think of things so much worse than worshipping her perfect tits every day.

"Good girl", she preaises again. Lauren shifts on her knotted toy. Even if the cooing and the praising isn't directed at her, I know Miss Clarance's sensual voice is doing something to her. That, and I started sucking her tits again. Miss Clarance never told me to stop and I know she likes her girls obedient.

"Come to my office in an hour and I'll clip my tag onto your collar. No orgasms 'til then, you hear?"

"Yes, Miss Clarance!"

"Prepare yourself to be calling me mistress from now on. And make Lauren cum, she looks as if she might combust if you don't", she chuckles as she leaves our room.

I redouble my efforts, graze Laurens nipples with my teeth and roll the other around between my fingers while the other hand slides to her pussy. She's so wet it gushes out of her around the thick knotted toy. I slide my fingers around her ruind hole, making her whimper.

It's a powerful feeling, seeing her like this. Blissed out and whining at my hand. But Miss Clarance told me to make her cum, so I will. I reach her clit with my hand, flick it and start rubbing. Slow, at first. I know she's close to being overstimulated already. She's edged for an hour before sitting on the know and has cockwarmed the toy ever since. I know she's so fucking desperate.

It doesn't take much to make her cum. A strong suck, a few harder stokes and she throws her head back and arches her back so far I fear she might fall off the chair. I can see her pussy clenching around the knot - fuck, what a sight. I'm excited for next semestre, when I'll be instructed to to this thing, too.

She bows forward after a moment and I catch her in my arms, uncomfortably aware of my stuffed holes and clamped nipples. No orgasm for me, tho. Clear instructions.

I stroke Laurens back as she recoveres and gingerly lifts herself off the toy. I give her ruined pussy a few soft strokes, spread her wetness around and help her to the shower.

We shower together, all while I'm stuffed. When we're done, she's sufficiently recovered and smirks at me.

"Jeez, no wonder you got an A+ on your last breast play exam", she chuckles. "Have fun with Miss Clarance. I heard she likes to break her pets in as soon as she gets them so... I won't wait up."

I pull my clothes over my clamped nipples and stuffed holes and make my way to Miss Clarance's office, brimming with anticipation.

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All of you really, really wanted another part of the Slut Academy! Some of these asks are three years old or older. I'm so sorry.

what you don’t see in your compromised position is that they haven’t shut the door completely, a small crack providing an incredible view for any passersby. and when another knight inevitably hears during their rounds and catches you…

you look back at your knight, eyes wide and silently begging them to help, to bail you out of the situation you’ve found yourself in, but they don’t even look at you. they just smile at the voyeur— “well come on, if you take their mouth maybe it’ll finally shut them up for good.”

Thoughts on this?

(Part II) (Part III) (Part IV) (Part V)

I knew I'd end up here from the beginning. My family already had two daughters before me, and just the oldest one was allowed to stay and marry the baker's son. My other sister has already been sold off two years ago and now it's my turn. My parents sold me to one of the common orcish markets and here I am, naked, bound to a pole on some kind of low stage while orcish familys shop for their son's first human cockwarmer.

We're the perfect size for them. Small and light enough not to be a bother with their gear but flexible enough to take their cocks in all holes. The perfect cockwarmer for a dapper young orc. At least I'm with a somewhat prestigious auctioneer.

It's still early, my nipples are hard in the cold air. The auctioneer has already teased them to attention, even though that wouldn't have been necessary at all. I bet he has fun doing this. Preparing young woman for their sales. He's currently fingering the woman beside me to make her wet enough in case an orc wants to try her out. He does the same to me, afterwards. Teasing my entrance, finger fucking me on this stage but I'm beyond being embarrassed. I've already been here yesterday and the day before.

The market begins to get more lively, orcish familys are shopping for their day-to-day lives. The auctioneer told us that it could be a few days before we're sold off, it's normal.

"How about these?", I hear an orcish woman say. Orcish females are smaller than the orcish males, not as packed with muscles. I can see her son scanning the rows of women on stage.

"Would you like to try one?", asks the auctioneer. The younger orc seems uncertain, but his mother is having none of that.

"Yes. How about the blonde?", she asks his son. 'The blonde' is the woman beside me. The son nods, so the auctioneer frees her from the pole without freeing her hands from behind her back. The young orc lifts her effortlessly, aligns his massive cock with her entrance and lowers her onto it. She starts screaming almost immedeately, even though it's just the head of his cock inside of her. He pulls her off and his mother scoffs. The auctioneer secures her to the pole again.

"Too many of them make a big deal out of this", sighs the mother. Another orc joins them. He must be the father.

"It's his first. It should be a good one. The screamers are never good", he tells them and adjusts his own cockwarmer. She's a tall woman, stapped so that her front is against his broad chest. Her bindings doesn't seem to be too uncomfortable. I can see that her nipples are pierced and there's a decorative chain hanging from them, complete with sparkling pendants. She's also wearing a collar. Her legs are spread on either side of him and she's hanging in the gear like she owns it. It's beautiful, soft leather decorated with germs. I gather that this is a wealthy orcish family. She's wearing a ballgag. I can see cum leaking from her stuffed cunt, but she's taking the fat cock like a pro. Her eyes are almost closed, as if she's dozing. I bet she's a good cockwarmer.

"I want to try the other one." It's the first thing the younger orc says and he's looking straight at me. I look at his cock. It shouldn't, but the sight of it makes me even more wet than I already am from the finger fucking.

"Good choice", praises his mother. "She fits right in with your wardrobe."

The auctioneer frees me from the pole, grabs between my legs and presents my wetness to them. "She seems to be more willing", he says and swats my ass.

The young orc looks me up and down and then he tugs at my nipples, tests my wetness himself. He doesn't seem to want another 'screamer'. I guess I'd be lucky to be sold to them, they seem decent enough. So when he lifts me, I spread my legs to make it easier for him. His strengh is unbelievable as he slowly lowers me.

His cock is so big. The tip is inside and it only gets thicker from there. I breath through the feeling but I can't help moaning and mewling a little bit. His cock's got bumps and ridges, too. Every time he moves a tiny shock of pleasure rushes through me. I know he's not inside me to the hilt, but he stops. Then he's lifting me up, loweing me down again and fucks up into me a few times.

I moan louder this time and his parents cuckle. "She's better", says his father. "She's taking it like a good cockwarmer should." I'm still impaled on this thick cock, but when I look up I can see the younger orc nod.

"This one", he says and pulls me off of his cock. My displeased noise makes him chuckle, too. "Good human", he says and pushes his hand between my legs. He stuffs two of his fingers into me, fucking me hard and fast and the feeling is so good that I come almost immediately.

I think his parents have already agreed on a price and payed for me, because he lifts me up to rest against him, but doesn't put his cock in me. We pass a few sales booths before we stop. They're selling leather goods.

"Your first?", asks the vendor. My orc nods and presents me. "Beautiful", praises the vendor. "You need a full gear?", he asks.

"Yes. And a collar", says his mother, patting his shoulder.

They decide on a collar first. He's got black hair, so the collar is black, too. It's got a few germs on it as well. They also buy a chain to go between my nipples once they're pierced, but my orc pats my head and tells me it'll be a while before we do that. It's similar to the one his father's cockwarmer has, but I like mine better. It has red pendants and germs, little metal discs and glass ornaments. They buy a fitting ballgag and a buttplug with a big red jewel at the base for 'special occasions', because as an orc you can't go to a party without your cockwarmer having one of these - or that's what the vendor says.

The gear is last. It's soft, black leather like the one I saw on my orcs father. I step into it and he lifts me up again, while the vendor adjusts the straps. Once it's secure, he lowers me onto his thick dick again. I can only mewl around the gag this time, but he hears it and tugs at my nipples. He's playful, it's almost fun and I think back to my oldest sister, marrying the boring baker's son. Again, I can't take him all the way, but he fucks up into me a few time, testing the gear, tugging at my nipples. I feel him speading my ass cheeks with his hands, a finger is at my asshole and I cum when he slowly pushes it inside, the added fullness pushes me over the edge.

This time, he comes, too. The amount of cum flooding my pussy is unbelievable, it's hot and sticky and it makes me come again, pulsing around his cock and I sink down the last few inches. I'm fully seated on his massive cock now, hanging in my gear.

"Perfect", says the vendor. I'd almost forgotten him, sighing with my eyes half closed, the warmth of my orc and his cock in my pussy is comforting. "She'll be a good cockwarmer, I know these things."

I guess his parents pay for the gear and accessories, but I can't be sure because when they start walking again his cock slowly fucks me. I can already feel another orgasm approaching. I'll be leaking like his father's cockwarmer in no time, because his cock swells again and I feel another load of cum filling me up.

I love it. I'll be a good cockwarmer for him. He pats my head again and starts playing with my nipples, making my pussy clench around him as we pass tiny shops and booths.

The Village I

You lived in a small, quiet village. It was a beautiful place, like something out of a fairy tale, surrounded by trees and mountains. The villagers were happy, prosperous, and had known only peace for centuries. Their crops grew, the rain was plentiful, and their livestock grew strong and fat.

But that prosperity came with a price.

It was something that no one ever discussed in more than hushed whispers. Every year, twenty-eight days before the summer solstice, a sacrifice was to be made to their god. Their god never took a life in repayment for the protection they provided. Instead, it asked that the villagers gave life.

And you'd been chosen to do just that.

It was the evening before the summer solstice, and the village was hosting a feast in your honour. Everyone was there, family and friends, all coming together to celebrate that you'd been chosen to serve your god. Tomorrow night, you'd travel up the mountain to await your fate, left alone in a cave for the one you all worshipped to make itself known.

Having a special someone who loves nothing more than fucking you senseless whenever they want just does something to me.

Bonus points for teasing you while they do it as well!

(Bonus Bonus points for tender fucking-)

This ask is from over a year ago but-

It is kinda funny to imagine someone being gentle with their pussy portal.

Kinbaku by Zaria - Ch1

You’re getting ready for a date with a lovely guy you met at a bar. Your friend and roommate is happy for you but a bit tired. She’s been getting fucked all day by clients and her poor pussy can’t take it anymore. You promise that when you get back you’d take over for her. She kisses you on your lips and hands you a metal ring about three inches wide.

“It’s a mini portal, I figured while you’re talking to your boy toy I can play around with your kitten and get you nice and ready for the pounding he’s gonna give you”.

You agree and place the ring against your cunt nice and neat. You arrive to the restaurant and hit it off well with the man, he’s kind gentle but straight forward in what he wants. While this is going on your friend is back at her apartment with a client and a few more waiting there turn. She’s too tired to ride them or even just blow them but then comes up with an idea. She gets the portal and activated is showing your bare pussy in the middle of the ring. Right when this happens you feel a breeze on your labia and realize it’s her so you do your best poker face to not draw attention. Your friend brings the portal up to her mouth and starts kissing and licking your lips while also texting you. You wiggle around a bit enjoying her tongue dancing around your labia and sucking on your clit. Your cunt starts dripping out of the portal. You hear your phone vibrate and you pick it up to see a text from her saying “sorry love, I’m too tired”.

After reading the message she stops licking you and your left wondering why she’s apologizing. You continue talking to your date gazing in his eyes when you feel something again, it’s not her mouth but something familiar. Then you realize it’s a hard, girthy cock rubbing up against your wet cunt. You realize what the text ment, she’s too tired so she’s using your hole to pleasure her clients. That sneaky slut is using you like some flesh light rubbing it up and down some strangers cock. This isn’t good you could barely keep it together and now you’re gonna get fucked. You fold your knees in anticipation then it begins.

Your friend is there with a client laying on his back as she rubs his dick using your cunt. As he gets more erect she starts rubbing the tip against your vulva and slightly pushing it in. You text her to stop that it’s not a good time but she ignores you. You feel the head stretching you open. And you squirm a little trying to keep it together when all of a sudden she pushes your pussy allowing the cock to penetrate and you slightly jolt back. Your date ask if you’re okay while the cock is going in and out massaging your walls and driving you mad. Your friend with a smile on her face as her client enjoys it and she goes and licks your clit while you’re getting fucked. Your pussy is dripping all over his cock as she continues to use you. You desperately need to take off the portal before things get worse so you excuse yourself and try to make your way to the restroom.

The client is getting close so your friend decides to speed things up before you can do anything. Your half way to the restroom lightly bent over with your knees touching. Then it hits your cervix, again and again. His cock is massive leaving you tight as a glove. The squeeze of your pussy is over powered by his girth and the force of your friend pushing down on the portal making sure every inch goes in. The client insists on taking over as he’s about to come and your friend decides to allow it. She leans back and enjoys the show as he jerks himself off using you. You can feel him in your guts trying to push further getting more aggressive and making your legs weak. Finally you get to the restroom and lock yourself in a stall.

He continues his onslaught on you. Your pussy leaking down his balls as he moans. You in the stall hold your mouth trying not to moan and instinctively try to rub your clit but it’s not there. Then you remember your there to remove the portal not to get fucked. You start to undress when he shoves every single inch inside you and you feel him coming. You get a full cream pie and you freeze and convulse as you climax. Then right as it’s oozing down his cock your friend pulls the portal off of him and licks your cum drenched pussy one last time before turning it off. As she does you remove the metal ring and look down at your happy cream filled pussy ozzing out onto your favorite panties.

Bisexual dream come true 🤤🤤