Brit get to know Ash better.

"Looks like you have a leak there," Lash cackled at seeing Ahley's pussy juicing through her panties. "Britney, how would you like to help out your pal?" He waved an ancient hand at Britney and began posing the Ashley figure before anything happened. He bent her over into an almost impossible position, legs straight but spread far enough to have her cheek pressed against the scarred, hardwood floor.

The anal bulb was suddenly yanked out of Britney's ass with a pop, moving on it's own, releasing a small flood of jizz onto the floor. It spurted it's foul fluid onto untouched portions of Britney's anatomy as it made it way to her front, and transformed to a large bobbing cock. Straps erupted from it's base and wrapped themselves around and between Britney's thighs and waist. Something in it's based pinched Britney's pussy lips. Then again, harder.

Lash's grin grew as he watched her squeal around her dick gag, splooge oozing out. "That's just motivation to fuck your friend. It won't stop until you do. But here's some help anyway." Lash snapped his fingers and the bobbing black cock quested forward on it's own. Britney's heels scraped against the hardwood as she was dragged forward with it.

Ashley could her the scraping of Britney's approach from her uncomfortable position, but couldn't see that Lash was making her.

"Britney, you don't have to listen to him. Don't do this. We're friends!"

All Ashley got in response was the feel of Britney's hands on her back. Britney was trying to push herself away from her friend, but the enchanted cock was intent on plundering her friend. And it was huge.

"Britney! What are you doing!? Stop!"

Britney could only moan in response, dribbling the cursed cum onto her helpless friend's back. Britney watched as the cum squirmed towards Ashley's holes and disappeared. The cock lined her hips, and itself up with Ashley's sex. Ashley stopped her hopeless squirming when she felt it's massive tip press against her pussy lips and stop. Britney's hands stopped resisting and found there way to the natural resting place of Ashley's hips. Britney tried to deny to herself that Ashley's soft, warm skin, slick with the sweat of struggle, wasn't the tiniest bit sexy. Lash noted this, smiling.