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Jocelyn’s body moved like liquid silk under the pulsing club lights, the bass thumping through her chest as she lost herself in the rhythm. The lacy black dress clung to her curves, its delicate fabric shimmering with every sway of her hips, the hem riding high on her toned thighs. Her black strappy high heels clicked against the dance floor, adding an extra arch to her posture that made her legs look endless. Sweat glistened on her collarbone and down the small of her back, but she didn’t care—she was alive, free, surrounded by her favorite people. Her friends—Lila with her wild red curls and Mia in that tight emerald top—laughed and spun with her, their bodies brushing close in the crowded heat. Hands on waists, playful spins, the kind of easy intimacy that made the night electric. Guys kept circling like moths, shouting compliments over the music, offering drinks, trying to slide in for a dance. One tall one with a sharp jawline even grabbed her hand gently, flashing what he probably thought was a winning smile. “Sorry,” Jocelyn called back with a polite but firm grin, slipping her fingers free and immediately pulling Lila closer. “Taken by the vibe tonight.” She twirled her friend instead, their laughter cutting through the noise as the guy faded back into the crowd, disappointed. She was a lesbian through and through—had known it since her teenage years—and nights like this only reinforced it. The male attention was background noise, meaningless compared to the warmth of her girls grinding and singing along to the lyrics, the shared shots of tequila burning sweet down their throats, the way Mia’s hand lingered just a second longer on her lower back as they moved together. The night blurred into a haze of flashing lights, thumping beats, and pure joy. By 2 a.m., her feet ached in those strappy heels, her dress was slightly damp with sweat, and her lipstick had faded into a soft, kissable stain. But her smile was radiant as she linked arms with Lila and Mia on the way out, the cool night air hitting their flushed skin. “Best night in months,” Jocelyn sighed happily, leaning her head on Mia’s shoulder as they waited for their ride. The city lights reflected in her dark eyes, full of contentment. She had zero regrets—except maybe not bringing a jacket. Her friends’ laughter echoed down the street, promising the after-party at someone’s apartment was only just beginning. Jocelyn stood on the curb with Lila and Mia, the cool night breeze teasing the hem of her lacy black dress and sending a pleasant shiver up her spine. Her strappy high heels still sparkled under the streetlights, though her feet were deliciously sore from hours of dancing. The Uber pulled up right on time, its headlights cutting through the quiet after-hours glow of the city. She pulled both friends into a tight group hug, their bodies warm and soft against hers. Lila’s red curls tickled her cheek, and Mia’s hand slid down to rest possessively on the small of Jocelyn’s back. “Text us when you’re home safe,” Mia murmured, her breath warm against Jocelyn’s ear. Jocelyn smiled, lingering in their embrace a moment longer. “I’m only five blocks away. I’m gonna walk tonight—clear my head a little.” She gave the driver a friendly wave as her friends climbed into the car. Before they could close the door, Jocelyn leaned in. First Lila: their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, soft and deep, tongues brushing with familiar heat. Lila tasted like cherry lip gloss and tequila, her hand gently cupping Jocelyn’s face. Then Mia, whose kiss was hungrier—lips parting eagerly, a quiet sigh escaping as their bodies pressed closer for those few stolen seconds. The kind of kiss that promised more than just friendship. “Tomorrow,” Jocelyn whispered against Mia’s mouth, then turned to Lila with the same sultry smile. “All three of us. My place. No excuses.” Both girls grinned, flushed and glowing. “We’ll hold you to that,” Lila said, blowing her a final kiss as the Uber door shut. Jocelyn stepped back, watching the car pull away before turning toward home. The click of her heels echoed softly down the empty sidewalk as she walked the five blocks, the lacy fabric of her short dress swaying with each confident stride. Her lips still tingled from their kisses, and a warm anticipation bloomed low in her belly at the thought of tomorrow. The night air felt electric on her skin. She couldn’t wait. Jocelyn’s heels clicked rhythmically against the pavement as she cut through the quiet city park, the lacy hem of her short black dress brushing teasingly against her thighs with every step. The park was mostly empty at this hour, just the soft rustle of leaves overhead and the distant hum of traffic. Streetlamps cast long golden pools of light across the winding path, making her feel beautifully exposed—skin still warm and flushed from the club, lips still tingling from Mia and Lila’s passionate kisses. She smiled to herself, already imagining tomorrow: the three of them tangled together on her bed, clothes scattered, hands and mouths exploring without the chaos of the dance floor. The thought sent a pleasant heat curling through her core. The path dipped slightly as she approached the old pedestrian tunnel that led toward her neighborhood. It was a short, arched passage under the main road—damp concrete, flickering overhead lights, and the faint echo of her own footsteps. She was halfway through when she heard it. A wet, slimy sound. Something writhing. Slow, deliberate squelching from one of the drainage grates set into the floor near the wall. Jocelyn slowed, her strappy heels stopping with a sharp click. She tilted her head, dark hair falling over one shoulder as she peered toward the grate. The sound came again—thick, viscous, like heavy slime being stirred, accompanied by a faint, rhythmic pulsing. A glistening tendril, dark and glossy, briefly pushed up between the metal slats before slipping back down with a wet slap. Her heart jumped. “What the hell…?” she whispered, a mix of unease and curiosity prickling across her skin. The night air suddenly felt cooler against her bare legs. Part of her wanted to keep walking—five blocks wasn’t far—but the strange, almost hypnotic sound held her there. She took one cautious step closer, the lacy fabric of her dress shifting over her breasts as she leaned forward slightly, trying to see better in the dim tunnel light. Another wet wriggle. This time the tendril (or was it more than one?) lingered longer, slick and glistening, curling lazily against the edge of the grate as if sensing her presence. She should go. She knew she should. But something about the way it moved—slow, deliberate, almost… inviting?—made her breath catch. Jocelyn leaned forward, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder as she peered down into the drainage grate, her strappy high heels planted firmly on the cool concrete. The flickering tunnel light caught the wet, sinuous movement below—thick, glistening coils shifting in the darkness. She was so focused on the strange sight that she didn’t notice the second grate a few feet behind her. A soft, wet slithering sound was the only warning. A long, translucent tendril—easily four feet in length—slid smoothly out from the grate behind her. It was slick with thick, shimmering slime that left a glistening trail on the concrete as it moved with eerie purpose. The creature pulsed faintly with an inner luminescence, its surface rippling as it squirmed toward her. It struck fast. The tip curled around her left ankle with surprising strength, the cold, slippery slime soaking instantly through the thin strap of her high heel and onto her warm skin. Jocelyn gasped sharply, a startled “Ah—!” escaping her lips as she jerked back. Her heel scraped against the floor, but the tendril held firm, stretching as she retreated. Her back slammed hard against the curved tunnel wall, the impact jolting through her body and making her breasts bounce beneath the delicate lace of her short black dress. She looked down in wide-eyed horror. The translucent appendage was already coiling higher—slowly, deliberately—wrapping around her calf in a slick, spiraling embrace. The slime felt shockingly cool against her flushed skin, leaving a shiny, viscous trail that dripped down toward her ankle. It pulsed gently, tightening just enough to hold her in place without pain, the strange texture both alien and strangely intimate as it slid over the curve of her muscle. “Oh god… what the fuck is this?!” she breathed, her voice echoing in the empty tunnel. Her heart hammered wildly. She tried to shake her leg free, but the tendril only responded by winding further upward, reaching the sensitive skin just behind her knee. Another faint writhing sound came from the grate in front of her—more of them stirring, as if awakened by her presence. The lace hem of her dress had ridden up slightly from the struggle, exposing more of her thighs. The creature’s slime glistened obscenely against her smooth leg, and despite the terror gripping her chest, a confusing shiver of sensation ran up her spine. She was trapped against the wall, one leg ensnared, chest heaving as she stared down at the impossible thing now exploring her body. Jocelyn’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as the translucent tendril pulsed and slithered higher, leaving a thick trail of warm, viscous slime along her smooth skin. It had already passed her knee and was now coiling possessively around her inner thigh, the slick length squeezing and releasing in slow, rhythmic throbs. The more she struggled, the stronger it seemed to get. “Get off—fuck!” she hissed, bending forward and clawing desperately at the creature with both hands. Her fingers slipped uselessly over its glistening, rubbery surface, unable to find purchase. Every frantic tug only made it respond with a heavy, wet throb, forcing out more thick fluid that oozed obscenely down her leg and dripped onto the concrete floor. The slime was warm now, almost body temperature, and it tingled where it soaked into her skin, spreading a confusing heat through her thigh. The lacy hem of her short black dress had ridden all the way up, bunched around her hips. Of all the nights to go commando—bare beneath the delicate fabric—she had chosen tonight. The tendril was only inches away from her exposed pussy, its slick tip questing blindly upward, leaving shiny streaks across her trembling inner thigh. “Oh god—someone help me!” she cried out, her voice echoing desperately through the empty pedestrian tunnel. “Get this thing off of me! Please!” She slammed her back against the wall again, trying to twist away, but the creature only tightened its grip, the powerful coil pinning her leg in place while the tip nudged higher, brushing teasingly against the sensitive crease where her thigh met her groin. Another low, wet squelch came from the nearby grate—more movement stirring below. Her strappy high heels scraped uselessly against the floor as she tried to plant her free foot and pull away, chest heaving, nipples visibly stiff against the thin lace of her dress from the adrenaline and the strange, unwanted warmth spreading through her lower body. The tendril gave another heavy throb, leaking a fresh gush of thick slime that ran down her thigh and dripped between her legs, making her gasp sharply at the slick, intimate contact. Jocelyn’s eyes widened in pure panic as the thick, translucent tip of the tendril nudged insistently between her slick thighs, pressing right against the bare folds of her pussy. The creature was relentless—warm, slippery, and far too determined. It prodded and rubbed against her tight entrance, smearing more of its thick, glistening slime over her sensitive lips, but couldn’t quite force its way inside at first. The pressure built with each heavy throb, stretching her slightly before slipping off again. “No—no—!” she gasped, slapping her hand down desperately between her legs. Her fingers pressed firmly over her pussy, trying to block the invading appendage. “Please make it stop! Someone help me! Please!” Her voice cracked as it echoed uselessly down the empty tunnel. No one was coming. The tendril pulsed angrily under her palm, leaking a fresh flood of warm, viscous fluid that coated her fingers and dripped down her thighs. It twisted, coiled tighter around her thigh for leverage, and kept probing. Despite her frantic efforts, the slick tip found a gap—slipping between her fingers with a wet squelch. In one powerful surge, it forced its way inside her. Jocelyn cried out sharply as the thick, glistening length pushed past her resisting entrance, stretching her tight pussy open. The intrusion was sudden and forceful, the creature’s slimy, pulsing girth filling her in a single deep thrust. She could feel every inch sliding deeper—hot, writhing, and impossibly slick—burrowing into her with rhythmic throbs that made her walls clench involuntarily around it. “Ahh—fuck! Get out—get out of me!” she whimpered, her back arching hard against the cold tunnel wall. Her strappy high heels scraped against the concrete as her legs trembled. The lacy black dress was now bunched uselessly around her waist, her breasts heaving with every panicked breath. The parasite pulsed inside her, leaking more fluid that mixed with her own reluctant wetness, creating obscene squelching sounds with every subtle movement. The sensation was overwhelming—alien pressure, slick heat, and a strange tingling warmth that was already starting to spread through her core against her will. Jocelyn’s scream echoed sharply through the deserted pedestrian tunnel as the thick, translucent tendril throbbed powerfully inside her. It pulsed with ugly insistence, forcing its way deeper into her tight cunt with slow, deliberate thrusts. Another inch pushed in, then another—stretching her walls around its slick, rubbery girth. Warm, viscous slime spurted rhythmically from the tip buried inside her, flooding her pussy with thick gushes of alien fluid that mixed with her own juices and leaked out around the invading shaft. “Stop—oh god, please stop!” she begged breathlessly, her voice breaking. Her hands scrabbled uselessly at the coiling length still wrapped around her thigh, trying to yank it out, but every tug only made the creature respond with a heavy, angry throb that drove it even deeper. Schlorp… glurp… More of the tendril slithered up her leg from the grate, adding length as it burrowed inside her. A full foot of its glistening, pulsing mass was now buried in her cunt, writhing and twisting against her inner walls. It kept spurting—hot, sticky pulses of fluid that filled her, the excess squirting out with every thrust in wet, obscene sounds. Gulp… squish… schlorp… Jocelyn’s back arched hard against the cold concrete wall, her lacy black dress still bunched uselessly around her waist. Her strappy high heels scraped and clicked frantically against the floor as she tried to close her legs, but the powerful coils around her thigh held her open. Her breasts heaved with every panicked breath, nipples stiff and visible through the delicate lace. The creature didn’t stop. It throbbed thicker inside her, the buried foot of it curling and pumping, releasing even more slime deep into her core. The tingling warmth from the fluid was spreading rapidly through her belly, making her clit throb unwillingly and her inner muscles flutter around the invading parasite despite her horror. “No… no, get out of me—ahh!” she cried, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as another heavy spurt flooded her pussy with a loud glurp. The wet, filthy noises of it violating her echoed through the tunnel, growing louder as the tendril worked even more of itself inside her slick, stretched hole. Jocelyn’s eyes rolled back as the massive translucent parasite throbbed violently inside her, forcing another thick foot of its glistening length deeper into her stretched cunt. Half of the creature was now buried inside her—two full feet of pulsing, writhing flesh filling her completely, its girth stretching her walls to their limit. Only two feet of slick length remained outside, still coiled tightly around her thigh and calf, anchoring her in place. It pumped relentlessly. Glorp… schlurp… gluck… squish… squelch… With every heavy throb, hot alien fluid gushed deep into her womb in thick, rhythmic spurts. The excess slime overflowed from her swollen pussy lips, running in shiny rivulets down her thighs and dripping onto the concrete in messy puddles. The wet, filthy sounds of it violating her echoed obscenely through the tunnel. Then the heat began spreading. “Oh… oh fuck…” she whimpered, her voice cracking. Her breasts suddenly throbbed with an intense, aching pressure. The strange fluid was doing something to her—changing her. Her chest grew warmer, heavier. Beneath the delicate lace of her short black dress, her breasts began to swell, slowly at first, then faster. They pushed outward, growing fuller, rounder, straining against the fabric until the thin straps dug painfully into her shoulders. Rip… The lacy material gave way with a sharp tear. Her swollen tits burst free, bouncing heavily into the cool tunnel air. They were noticeably larger now—full, sensitive, and glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. Her nipples had grown thicker and darker, painfully erect and aching for contact. Every pulse of the parasite in her cunt sent another wave of heat straight to them, making her breasts throb in time with the creature’s rhythm. “Ahhn—! N-no… what’s happening to me…?” Jocelyn moaned insistently, the sound slipping out louder and needier than she intended. Her hips twitched involuntarily, pushing down onto the thick invading tendril despite the terror gripping her mind. Pleasure was building against her will, the constant spurting and writhing inside her cunt turning her resistance into shaky, reluctant surrender. She was still terrified—heart hammering, tears streaking her flushed cheeks—but her body was betraying her. Another deep gluck of fluid flooded her pussy, and she let out a long, broken moan, her newly swollen breasts jiggling with the force of it. Her strappy high heels scraped uselessly against the floor as her legs trembled. The parasite kept pumping. Kept growing inside her. Kept changing her. Jocelyn’s head fell back against the cold concrete wall with a broken moan as the parasite surged deeper, forcing the last thick inches of its glistening length into her overstretched cunt. Only two inches remained outside now, the slick coils around her thigh pulsing in rhythm with the invasion. Glorp… schlurp… gluck-gluck… squelchhh… It pumped relentlessly, flooding her with heavy spurts of warm, thick fluid that filled her completely. Her hips betrayed her completely—she thrust forward instinctively, grinding down onto the writhing invader as she slid down the wall. Her strappy high heels scraped loudly against the concrete until she collapsed into a sitting position on the dirty tunnel floor, legs splayed obscenely wide, lace dress torn and bunched uselessly around her waist. Her massively swollen breasts heaved with every panting breath, nipples stiff and aching in the cool air. “Ohh… fuck… it’s so deep…” she whimpered, half in terror, half in unwanted pleasure. Her hands pressed weakly against her lower belly, feeling the bulge of the creature moving inside her. Then something shifted. Deep in her core, her womb began to feel… odd. Full. Heavy. The parasite gave one final, powerful throb, pumping the last of its fluid in thick, pressurized jets, before it began to shrink inside her. The massive girth that had been stretching her so brutally started to contract and compress, becoming smaller yet somehow more concentrated. The remaining external length slurped wetly inward with a final schlorp, disappearing completely into her pussy until her swollen folds closed around nothing but the slick mess it had left behind. But it wasn’t gone. A new, intense pressure began building low in her belly. Her inner flesh was changing—throbbing, pulsing, reshaping. Her womb felt like it was swelling, rippling, growing warmer and more sensitive with every heartbeat. The alien fluid was working deep inside her, altering her from within. Waves of strange, powerful contractions rolled through her core, making her clit throb visibly and her newly enlarged breasts bounce heavily. “Ahhn—! What… what’s it doing to me inside?” she gasped, one hand sliding down to press desperately against her mound. Her hips rolled involuntarily, grinding her soaked pussy against the floor as the throbbing pressure intensified. Terror still gripped her mind, but her body was sinking deeper into the haze of unwanted ecstasy, legs trembling in her strappy heels, chest heaving. The changes were only beginning. Jocelyn sat sprawled on the cold, dirty concrete of the pedestrian tunnel, legs spread wide, her strappy high heels planted uselessly on either side of her. The torn remains of her lacy black dress clung uselessly around her waist, her massively swollen breasts heaving heavily with every ragged breath, nipples painfully stiff and throbbing. “Oh god… oh fuck, it’s still moving inside me!” she whimpered, her voice a shaky mix of terror and unwanted lust. “It’s getting… thicker… longer—ahhn! Please… please don’t do this to me!” The pulsing intensified. Whatever the parasite had become inside her was expanding, hardening, pressing insistently downward. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around the shifting mass, waves of unwanted pleasure crashing through her core. Her pussy contracted hard, and a sudden hot gush of her own juices squirted out onto the floor with a wet splurt. “Nngh—! I’m… I’m cumming…!” she moaned insistently, one hand frantically rubbing her swollen clit while the other pressed against her lower belly. “It’s pushing lower… moving downwards… oh shit, I can feel it! Someone help me! Her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding her soaked cunt against nothing but air as the pressure built unbearably. Her mound began to bulge outward visibly, the skin stretching tight as the hardened, pulsating thing inside her slowly forced its way down her birth canal. “It’s almost out… I can feel it crowning… my pussy is opening up around it!” Jocelyn cried, her voice cracking between terror and raw arousal. “Nooo—please don’t come out of me! I’m so full… it’s throbbing so hard… I’m gonna cum again if it keeps pushing—ahhhn! fuck, what’s wrong with me?!” Her mound swelled even more prominently, the bulge shifting and pulsing under her palm as the tip of the transformed parasite began to stretch her dripping entrance wide once more. Another powerful contraction ripped through her, forcing a long, messy squirt to spray across the concrete while she moaned desperately, eyes wide with horror and lust. Jocelyn’s head lolled back against the cold tunnel wall, her mouth hanging open as desperate, needy moans spilled endlessly from her lips. “Ahhn…! Mmmph—ohhh… haaah…!” The pressure in her core became unbearable. Her swollen pussy lips stretched wide as the flared, bulbous head of the transformed parasite slowly crowned, thick and glistening with slime and her own juices. It pushed outward with wet, meaty resistance — schlurrrp… gluuuuurk — the ridged, girthy shaft sliding out inch by inch from deep inside her contracting cunt. “Nnghhhaaa—! Ahh… ahh… fuuuck… mmmmnnn!” Her hips bucked weakly on the concrete, strappy high heels scraping and clicking as her legs trembled violently. The massive new cock kept emerging — heavy, veined, and still growing thicker with every pulsing throb. Squelch… glorp-glorp… schlorrrp… Obscene, wet, fleshy sounds filled the tunnel as it stretched her pussy to its absolute limit, the flared head popping free with a loud, juicy plop before more of the girthy length followed. “Ohhhhn…! Haaah… mmmph—ahhn… ahhn…!” It grew even as it slid out of her, lengthening and swelling into a massive, throbbing cock nearly as thick as her wrist. Veins pulsed visibly along its glistening surface. Another heavy contraction ripped through her and she squirted hard around the emerging shaft — spluuuurt — her juices spraying messily over the concrete and the base of the new cock. “Mmmmnnngh—! Ahhh… haaaah… ohhh god… nnghhaaa!” Half of the monstrous cock was now outside her body, still sliding free with slow, heavy glucks and squelches. making the shaft twitch and swell even bigger. Her massively enlarged breasts bounced and jiggled heavily with every moan and shudder, nipples rock-hard and aching. Jocelyn could only moan helplessly, eyes half-lidded in a haze of terror and overwhelming pleasure as the full girthy cock finally slipped free from her stretched pussy with a long, lewd schluuuuurp, slapping wetly against her thigh and leaving her gaping, dripping hole clenching around the emerging cock. “Ahhn… ahhn… mmmph… haaaahhh…!” Jocelyn’s moans filled the dim tunnel as the base of the massive new cock finally slipped free from her ruined pussy with a wet schluuuurp. But it wasn’t over. A deep, heavy pressure shifted lower. With a lewd, fleshy plop… plop, two heavy, swollen balls suddenly pushed out from her stretched opening, hanging full and tight beneath the thick shaft. They swayed heavily between her spread thighs, already churning visibly. “Ahhn…! Haaah—ohhh fuck… mmmph—!” Her brand-new cock, still glistening with slime and her juices, twitched once… twice… then stiffened rapidly, swelling even thicker as it rose upward in a powerful arc. The veined monstrosity pointed straight up toward her heaving breasts, the flared head already drooling a thick bead of precum. Jocelyn stared down at it in wide-eyed horror, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “N-no… what… what did it do to me…?” she whispered brokenly, but her hands moved with a mind of their own. One hand reached down and wrapped tightly around the massive girth. Her fingers couldn’t even close all the way around it. At the same time, her other hand grabbed one of her swollen, sensitive breasts and squeezed hard, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. “Mmmmnnngh—! Ahhh… haaaah…!” She started stroking. Slowly at first, then faster. Her hand glided up and down the slick, throbbing length with wet schlick… schlick… schlick sounds, spreading the mixture of fluids all over the hot shaft. Her balls tightened and churned beneath, growing even heavier. “Ohhh… oh god… they’re so full…” she moaned desperately, eyes locked on her new cock in terrified fascination. Her hips bucked up into her own fist as she pumped it harder, squeezing her breast rhythmically, pinching her thick nipple. The pressure inside her balls grew intense. She could feel it — hot, thick cum churning and boiling, slowly working its way up the long, pulsing shaft. The vein along the underside throbbed visibly as the load traveled higher. “Nnghhaaa—! It’s coming… I can feel it moving up… ahhn… ahhn… it’s so much… mmmph—!” Her stroking grew frantic, sloppy, obscene schlick-schlick-schlick noises echoing off the tunnel walls. Her cockhead swelled even larger, turning a deep, angry purple as the first powerful spurts of cum began to surge toward the tip. Jocelyn’s hand pumped frantically along her massive new cock, eyes wide with shock and lust as the pressure in her heavy balls reached its peak. “Ah—!” A small, weak spurt shot from the swollen tip — just a thin, watery jet that barely arced before splattering onto the concrete between her spread thighs. She gasped sharply, body jolting. Then another, slightly thicker rope followed. And then it hit her fully. “Nnghhaaa—! Ohhh fuuuck—! Yes—ahhn—haaaah—!” Jocelyn moaned like a whore, her voice turning raw and filthy as thick, heavy ropes of cum began erupting from her throbbing cock. “Mmmph—! Ahhn—! Oh my god I’m cumming so much—!” Squirt… squirt… squirt—! Long, powerful jets blasted out in rapid succession, arcing high before slapping wetly against the tunnel floor several feet in front of her. Splaat… splaat… splaaat! The heavy cum was thick, creamy-white, and kept coming. She stroked desperately through every pulse, her swollen breasts bouncing wildly as her body shuddered. Squirt—squirt—squirt—squirt—! Each heavy spurt made an obscene, wet shooting noise as more and more cum pumped out of her balls and up her rigid shaft. The floor in front of her was quickly painted with messy puddles and streaks. Her moans grew louder, sluttier, completely unrestrained. “Haaah—! Ahhn—! Fuck— I can’t stop— mmmph— cumming—! So much cum— ohhh god—!” She kept furiously stroking, milking every last rope from her monstrous cock. The spurts gradually slowed after nearly a dozen thick blasts, until finally only a few weak dribbles leaked from the tip, running down over her fingers. Jocelyn slumped back against the wall, panting hard, staring down at the huge mess she’d made and the still-rigid cock in her hand. She thought it would start softening… but instead it only throbbed harder, swelling even thicker, veins pulsing angrily as it stood proudly upright, drooling fresh precum. “Oh no… it’s not going down at all…” she whispered breathlessly, a strange, horny smile twitching at her lips despite the lingering horror in her eyes. Her mind drifted to tomorrow. Lila and Mia… coming over for what was supposed to be their hot lesbian fuck session. The three of them tangled together, kissing, touching, grinding. But now… now she had this. This huge, aching, insatiable cock and heavy balls still churning with more cum. A low, needy moan escaped her as she slowly stroked her still-hard shaft again, imagining their faces when they saw her new addition… imagining how much fun they were really going to have.
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