Human Toilet

The handsome guy took her and led her into the restroom, into one of the smelly stalls.

• Do you want to go wild and brutal?

Jennifer, driven by an inner ****, bit her lip in excitement and nodded.

• That's what I thought. Bobby goes to get the others to see the customers. We have a volunteer.

He pushed her onto the toilet seat and tore off her outfit, her little jacket, her shirt, freeing her breasts, kneading them for a long time. Jennifer couldn't take it anymore; she was a bundle of sexual nerves. He finally lifted her skirt, revealing her sex.

• But you're wet as a fountain, wait, I'll relieve you; it should go in like butter. You're lubricated like I've rarely seen.

Jennifer gasped, she could feel She-Hulk calling for this sexual release that was exciting her. She hid inside herself so as not to frighten them or spoil this gangbang that promised to be wild in these disgusting restrooms but which nevertheless excited her like crazy.

Bobby came back with three other guys, vicious grins on their faces as they saw Jennifer half-naked, panting, her thighs trembling.

• Fuck, she's already soaked! One of them sneered, running a hand between her legs, spreading her own wetness on his fingers before showing them to her. She's going to be spoiled, the others are coming too.

The first, still leaning over her, finally pushed his penis in with a sharp thrust, drawing a hoarse cry from Jennifer. She hadn't had real sex since she became She-Hulk, but now she felt like she was going to feel it. She-Hulk was controlling herself so she could enjoy herself; she was now at their mercy.

• Ah, this whore is good, she's tight, just the way I like it, but in the end, it'll be a real train station. Here, female dog, you're going to pay for making us lose our case.

Jennifer was breathless, she was completely wasted in this grim place. The porcelain bathroom creaked profusely under the biker's ****, who finally came inside her.

Bobby held her firmly against the cold porcelain while the second man positioned himself in front of her, sliding his cock between her parted lips. She tasted the saltiness of his skin, the weight of his manhood crushing her tongue as he grabbed her hair to guide her movement.

Meanwhile, a third hand gripped her hip, another hard cock desperately seeking entry. He lifted her up and fucked her ass, sitting beneath her, while Bobby managed to push himself into her vagina.

• Ahh yes, again,
• she loves the room, you lawyer whore.

Jennifer stifled a moan as both men penetrated her simultaneously, her body jerking between their brutal thrusts. The cold porcelain of the toilet vibrated against her sweaty palms. She was being fucked, sodomized, and she was giving a blowjob to a third as she watched others arrive, forming a line that seemed to have no end in sight.

Jennifer's body arched as the third man pushed deeper into her throat, his grip tightening on her hair as the others penetrated her from both sides. The stench of sweat and sex mingled with the smell of the dirty bathroom, the men's grunts drowning out the wet slap of skin on skin. Her thighs trembled, slick with her own arousal, as another rough hand groped her breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her moan around the cock in her mouth. The three of them, having barely come, were evacuated by three others who lifted her and threw her to the floor. They wanted to **** her before playing with her. She saw about ten men looking at her, amused, including the last one who reminded her of someone, but who? She waited patiently on her knees, excited as ever.

• You cost us enough by making us lose our case, you're going to pay the bill, lick the floor and apply yourself.

Jennifer, panting, obeyed without hesitation. She lowered herself, her breasts swiping the filthy tiles, and ran her tongue over the sticky surface, the acrid taste of urine and piss mixed with sweat burning her taste buds. Unable to bear seeing her so submissive, two of them lifted her up and sandwiched her anus and genitals.

The **** of the penetration made her see a thousand and one candles, she cried out in surprise, pain, and pleasure.

The two men pinned her to the ground, their hips slamming against her buttocks with a brutality that made her moan with each thrust. She felt their burning cocks tearing her apart and filling her at the same time, her intimate muscles contracting despite herself under the ****.

A third man knelt in front of her face, grabbing her hair to push his cock all the way down her throat. She gasped, her saliva running down her chin as he used her mouth roughly. When he came in her mouth, he smiled as he watched her.

• You're a human toilet, aren't you?

Before she understood, she felt a less sticky and warm liquid flow down her throat. He, he, no, and yet yes.

• Swallow it all or I'll make you lick it all up.

Jennifer swallowed the acrid liquid, her eyes watering as the men's hearty laughter echoed around her. From that moment on, they went wild, nothing was spared, she was nothing but a bag of cum, spit, her hair was brutally treated, slapped, spanked. She felt She-Hulk inside her in an orgasmic trance, she was saturated by her hormones, pushing her ever further, asking for more.

She was treated like this for what seemed like filthy hours, yet satisfied to be their female dog, far from social and moral norms, the last one leaving, spitting on her.