Cheryl wants a taste. Literally.

“That was magnificent! None of the boytoys Ann brings me get a reaction like that, and that size!” Cheryl praised, climbing over Ms. Prift’s limp form to get a closer look at Lenny’s member. “You’re phenomenal!”

Evidently she got the hand of Lenny’s preferred type of dirty talk, as his dick throbbed into another impressive erection. Either that, or the fear did it. “Uh… is she…?” he asked, hesitantly.

Cheryl didn’t answer, instead grabbing his hips as she descended upon his length in a sudden deepthroat. Her eyes were wide with a manic fascination, as she pulled herself on and off of Leonard’s member in a frantic display or oral mastery.

He’d had experience with Erica’s relentless blowjobs, but this was a whole different beast. His whole dick was being stimulated simultaneously by a throat, cheeks, and tongue. His roommate just stuck to one at a time and abused her enhanced speed to coax out her desired payload.

Speaking of payloads, Lenny’s was due for an expedited delivery. With a groan, another load of cum was **** out of his mushroom-tip. In preparation, Cheryl pulled completely off of his member and started licking his balls as they jolted with ejaculatory action.

His hot stream covered the woman’s face, coating her glasses in a spray not dissimilar to a heftily decorated cinnamon roll. Licking her lips, she pulled off her glasses as she explained “These are purely aesthetic, also for moments like that.” before pushing him onto his back. “Easier to screw if I can still see after a bukkake, after all.”

“Wait, but—“ Lenny was interrupted when his partner slammed down onto his somehow still rock-hard cock, knocking the wind out of him. “… koff, w-what about protection? I’m not wearing any now, and I just came inside Ms. Pri—Ann.” It had been a couple hours since she put the fear of god into him, but he remembered.

As she began riding his dick, Cheryl laughed “You think either me or Ann would do this without preparing? We’re on the pill, both of us.” while doing incredible things to his raging erection. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, you’re not gonna become a dad tonight.” she cooed, before leaning down to kiss him.

“Agh, c-cum, cum on your mouth.” Lenny yelped, before her dripping face made contact. She pouted.

“I don’t mind…” a familiar voice said, as Ann rose from behind with hands ready to grope Cheryl’s twin peaks, as well as lips that evidently had no aversion to the taste of semen. “Wow, you’re missing out Lenny, this stuff’s great.” she commented as the two of them started indulging in each other.

“What the—they’re not Servants like Erica, so why…!?” he mentally panicked, his pulse pounding from either fear or arousal. Two powerful women were on top of him, after all.

But that was beside the point. Lenny had always been very familiar with how unappetizing the things his body expelled were, he had no illusions about that fact. The first time he fed Erica his cum was a **** play, and his expectation was that she’d say it tasted bad and ask for a replacement cereal bowl.

So why did both Ann and Cheryl say it tasted good? Ann’s lied to his face before, but Cheryl’s been nothing but truthful the whole time. Yes, the question remained…