Hear both sides out (AI generated)

The argument between Karen and Maria has devolved into pure, slutty chaos now—two “respectable” political power-bitches reduced to clawing at each other’s clothes while they battle for control of your disgusting, leaking cock. Spit is dripping off both their chins, mascara streaking down their cheeks, lipstick smeared like war paint. Your uncut shaft is glistening with their combined drool, veins pulsing, foreskin peeled halfway back from all the aggressive sucking.

Karen snarls first. “You think twerking your fat ghetto ass is going to win this? Step aside, beaner—I’m about to give him the kind of service only a real conservative woman can deliver.” She rips open the remaining buttons of her blouse with both hands. Those massive, fake-looking double-Ds (or maybe real, who gives a fuck) explode free—pale, heavy, veiny tits that sway hypnotically, capped with fat pink nipples already rock-hard. The gold cross necklace swings between them like it’s blessing the depravity. She grabs the undersides, squeezes them together until a perfect, slick channel forms, then shoves your throbbing cock right into the warm, pillowy canyon.

“Fuck yes,” she hisses, starting to pump her torso up and down. Her tits slap wetly around your shaft—soft flesh engulfing every inch, nipples dragging along the sensitive underside as she works you like a fleshlight made of pure entitlement. Pre-cum and spit mix into a shiny glaze that coats her cleavage; every upward stroke makes her melons bounce so hard they nearly hit her chin. She looks up at you with those haughty blue eyes, smirking through the mess on her face. “See this, Maria? This is what real American values look like—big, obedient tits milking cock the way God intended. No whining, no safe words, just pure, patriotic service.”

You’re shaking, knees buckling. The sight alone—Karen on her knees, topless, those enormous fuck-bags wrapped around your rank loser dick—is enough to make your balls draw up tight. Every slide of her slick cleavage sends jolts up your spine; you can feel her heartbeat through the soft flesh squeezing you.

Maria isn’t having it. “Oh please, you Botoxed Karen—your ‘traditional’ titfuck is so 1950s. Men want progress. Men want nasty.” She shoves Karen’s shoulder hard enough to make those bouncing tits wobble, then drops behind you so fast you barely register it. Her hands grab your scrawny hips, yanking your sweatpants the rest of the way down to your ankles. Your hairy, unwashed ass is suddenly exposed to the cool convention-center air—and then to Maria’s hot breath.

She spreads your cheeks without hesitation, no hesitation, no disgust, just raw hunger. “Mmm, look at this dirty little conservative boy-hole,” she purrs, voice muffled against your crack. “Bet no one’s ever shown you what real equity feels like back here.” Before you can even whimper, her fat, glossy lips press right against your sweaty pucker. Her tongue—long, wet, insistent—swirls around the wrinkled ring, then pushes inside, hot and slippery.

The sensation hits like lightning. Maria’s rimming you with sloppy, enthusiastic swipes—tongue-fucking your ass while her hands knead your bony cheeks apart wider. She moans into your crack like she’s tasting the finest delicacy, the vibrations buzzing straight to your prostate. Spit drips down your taint, mixing with the pre-cum leaking from your cock as Karen keeps furiously titfucking you from the front.

They’ve got you sandwiched again—Karen’s massive, spit-slick tits pumping your shaft in long, deliberate strokes while Maria’s face is buried between your ass cheeks, tongue lashing and probing deep. You can hear the wet, obscene schlurping sounds of her eating your ass like it’s her new campaign platform. Her huge tits are pressed against the backs of your thighs, nipples hard points dragging along your skin with every bob of her head.

Karen notices what Maria’s doing and laughs—low, mocking, but her own pussy is probably soaking through her skirt because her titfuck speeds up. “You filthy little progressive whore—rimming him like some campus activist begging for validation. Pathetic.” She squeezes her tits tighter around your cock, the pressure almost painful, almost perfect. “Come on, voter—tell her your cock belongs between real American tits, not getting tongue-fucked by some DEI diversity hire.”

Maria pulls back just long enough to gasp against your hole, hot breath making you clench. “Shut the fuck up, Karen—he’s throbbing harder because of my tongue in his ass. You feel that pulse in your tits? That’s me making him see the future.” Then she dives back in, sucking wetly on your pucker before spearing her tongue as deep as it’ll go.

Your brain is melting. You’re a stinking, unshaved dweeb who’s spent years jerking to pixelated hentai rimjobs and deepfake politician gangbangs—and now it’s happening for real. Karen’s fat melons are jerking you off with obscene wet slaps; Maria’s tongue is fucking your ass like she’s trying to campaign straight into your guts. Your balls are churning, drawn up so tight they hurt. The pressure is unbearable.

You’re right on the edge—cock twitching between Karen’s tits, asshole clenching around Maria’s invading tongue.