(As Candi)Call out encouragement to Candy and tell Connor to breed her thoroughly

Jake Trask's house patio area, at 4:14 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024 (Candy's perspective)

I hear Candi's voice cutting through the haze in my brain—sharp, encouraging, impossible to ignore even though my thoughts are fragmenting under Connor's relentless thrusts.

"That's it, Candy!" she calls out from somewhere to my left, her bronze DD-cups heaving as she watches Connor pound into me. "Take that cock like the good breeding slut you are! Let him fill you up!"

Connor groans above me, his tribal-tattooed shoulders flexing as he drives deeper. "Hear that? Even your friend knows what you are. Just a set of holes for me to use."

"Yes," I whimper automatically, my sapphire blue eyes unfocused. "Just your holes—use me—breed me—"

"Connor!" Candi shouts again, her amber eyes gleaming with mischief. "Breed her thoroughly! Make sure she's overflowing with your cum!"

Connor's eight-inch cock twitches inside my clenching pussy at her words. His grip on my platinum blonde hair tightens, yanking my head back further. "You hear that, slut? Gonna pump you so full you'll be dripping for days."

"Please," I gasp, tears streaming down my golden-tan cheeks. "Need it—need your cum—"

Connor suddenly pulls out completely, leaving my pussy gaping and empty. Before I can protest, he's spinning me around and shoving me down to my knees on the rough patio stones. My massive H-cup breasts bounce heavily, completely exposed with my neon pink sports bra still pushed up.

"Open that pretty mouth," he commands, his cock—glistening with my arousal—jutting out inches from my face. "Gonna give you a taste before I breed you again."

I obey instantly, my full lips parting. The Taste of Submission makes disobeying him literally impossible. My tongue extends, desperate to please.

"Actually," Connor says suddenly, glancing around at the fifteen or so people still watching us. His eyes land on a group of three guys nearby—college age, athletic builds, clearly aroused by the show. "You three. Get over here."

The guys exchange glances, then approach eagerly. One is a tall Black guy with dreadlocks, maybe six-foot-three. Another is shorter, stocky, with a buzzcut and a football player's build. The third is lean and pale with messy brown hair and glasses.

"My girl here needs more cock to worship while I breed her," Connor announces casually, stroking his shaft. "You three gonna help out?"

"Fuck yeah," the tall Black guy grins, already unbuckling his jeans. "Been waiting for a turn."

Connor looks down at me with a cruel smile. "You're gonna suck and stroke these three while I fuck that pussy. Got it, slut?"

"Yes," I breathe, my Bimbo-addled brain already focusing on the three cocks being pulled out around me. "Whatever you want—I'll do anything—"

"Good girl," Connor purrs, positioning himself behind me again. "Now show them what that mouth can do."