Bringing the Onanites Together!

Syncletia at least hand her hands free so she grabbed the nearest monster cock and turned it to another gooner, stroking it in a long line all the way from the bulging root to the bloated tip of his jerk-buddy’s organ. Both instantly released jets of syrupy goo that pissed out of their inflated cockends that projected all over another Onanist’s rod, laces of the stuff dripping all over it, and the perverted hand humper rubbed it in and themselves edged and squirted another thick wad that went in Syncletia’s face, a massive gout of hot pre-seed that splattered into both her eyeballs.

‘That’s nasty. Fucking perverts!’

The goonbros all around rutted and frotted against each other hot dickflesh against hot dickflesh, pumping, pulsing, edging organs everywhere. Then she caught Spyro’s eye, which was looking at her in an instant of uncharacteristic clarity.

‘Mmm-mamm-mmake ussss cummmmmmm…’

‘Fuck yeah…’

She knew what she needed to do. Even as she was batted by the throng of rock-hard jerk freaks that were smacking her face, ass and tits with their oversized, overstimulated porn-addicted pork-prongs, the slutty nympho Nun managed to get enough elbow room to clasp her hands underneath each of her freakishly huge and perfectly round chest torpedoes. Hefting them, a hand under each, she grabbed them both and wrapped them around the dual fuckstick of Spyro and Julius’s meat obelisk.

Her colossal cans came down around them with a heavy, fat WWWHHHUMMP.

Encased within the monster set of blimp-sized teenage fuck pillows, the latex-clad fuckdoll slathered slobber down over her chin to make it one slippery fuck tunnel of taut, bulging flesh compressing it. Spyro watched helplessly as Syncletia mashed her heaving jugs around his straining behemoth schlong, the stacked whore throwing her back into it and shunting her basketball-sized and tightly firm tits around his massive organ.

Spyro knew this was it – a lifetime in the goon cave, wasted.

His dick was wrapped in Syncletia’s titflesh.

He could feel the pressure building in his loins. The muscles of his thighs and groin were locked into place. Every muscle in his body was clenched and the powerful tendons in his arms were at crisis point as his thick fingers reached out to press against the side of her tit. The sensation was heavenly. It was incredibly firm, and there was absolutely zero give in it.

‘NNNGHGHGHNNNGHGH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!’

His back arched, and decades worth of backed-up of cum erupted out of his phallus.

The first jet hit the ceiling. It was so quick Syncletia barely saw it.

She saw the second, for an instant, and after that she was blinded. The thick heavy gout spurted out of the tip of Spyro’s convulsing cockend and hammered directly into her eyes. The blob of cum splattered everywhere and her whole face was instantly erased in a squidge of thick seed. It went up both her nostrils and gummed them up. She stuck her tongue out and the next bolt laced around it as she captured some of the jet that sailed over her head. It was arcing over everyone and coming down in waves. Some pattered onto her hair, and it started to slide down her massive tits in molten waves. It was a fucking whitewash. Spyro once more lapsed into incomprehensibility as his bloated balls disgorged a lifetime of pent-up sperm, that had for every second of every day been swilled and stimulated but suppressed by his penile truss. All the while Syncletia humped her massive bimbo tits around the juddering dong, now, like Julius’s completely coated in hot sperm. Soon Julius was squirting too, and both of the massive cum cannons were shooting jet after jet of sticky cream skywards. It was a tropical deluge of white hail that splattered her face on the way up and smothered her tits in spatterings on the way down. Her jugs were covered, and the ooze dripped off the rounded curves of her spheroid tits.

Julius’s eyes came open, wide and clear, and he looked in her face, seeming weirdly calm as his dick blasted out another gout of him. His lips opened.

‘Give me the vision!’ Syncletia urged. ‘Give me the vision!’