I'm going to make this thicc Asian's night

If you really want something from a girl, you have to ask.

Getting rejected by this girl after getting cockblocked by the clown bros would suck, but you’re too erect to waste any more time thinking about how things could go wrong.

You walk around Jenny’s threesome and straight toward the leering Asian. She watches you approach, her eyes lingering on the tall girls’ art on your skin.

You’re struck by how obscene her own body painting is. Crude designs in flourescent purple, probably done by a guy. There’s a simplified depiction of a uterus with ovaries on her lower belly, and you can read the words “FREE WOMB” scrawled across her A-cup tits when she moves her hands, swinging them awkwardly by her sides. Basic cock-and-balls outlines are drawn pointing up on her thighs, purple droplets tracing two paths from the ends of the cocks to her shaved pussy.

You bravely walk right next to Free Womb and place your hands on her body, feeling up her surprisingly firm and muscular arms and sliding your hands from her shoulders to her small painted tits. Free Womb touches your front, repaying you by rubbing your nipples. Her eyes are level with yours, but she has barely looked above your neck this whole time.

You grab Free Womb’s impossible ass and pull her body against yours, mashing your lips together as your hard cock presses against the womb painting on her skin. Her tongue is much smaller than Jenny’s and you find yourself straining to reach it as you make out in the middle of the dance floor, her tiny tits poking your chest. Her ass is firm and muscular, and it bounces right back when you squeeze it, making her moan into your mouth.

Your damp skin rubs against hers and the warm air you inhale through your nose while exploring Free Womb’s mouth is thick with sex from the dance floor. You pull back and slide your hand around her wide hips to feel her pussy as she grabs your cock, jerking it so firmly it’s almost unbearable for you. Her pussy is so wet and slippery that you can slide two fingers in with almost no effort, and you see her bear her teeth, narrow eyes half-closed.
Free Womb turns around, dislodging your fingers, and backs her thick ass up against your crotch, grinding against your cock. You brush her straight black hair to the side to read what's been painted on her back: “SPERM BANK”, with an arrow curving down one side of her ass to point out the gap between her thighs.

You’re ready to make a deposit. You push Free Womb's shoulders, and she learns forward, opening her dripping brown cunt lips for you. You grab her big, wide hips and slide your cock right in with no resistance. Free Womb isn’t as tight as Rachel and her cunt doesn’t play with your cock the way Chloe’s does, but she’s hot and wet and you feel right at home inside her. Her fingers are bumping against your balls as she rubs her clit while you fuck her to the beat of the music. She’s about to get pregnant with a guy whose name she doesn’t know, and you can feel her cumming on your cock, soaking your skin and smearing your body paint.

As you smack your hips against Free Womb's ass, you look over to where Jenny is still getting fucked by those guys, now sucking one of them while the other pumps her from behind. Maybe it's the heat: insanity grips your mind; you want to fuck every woman, knock all of them up - Jenny, every tall girl, the hundreds of girls at this party; you'd get every one of them pregnant with your children, and you'd let nothing stand in your way - but the madness passes, and you cum in Free Womb’s pussy, keeping her bent over and holding your cock inside until you deposit the last of your cum deep in her sperm bank. With a sigh of relief, you pull out, and Free Womb stands up, your cum glowing in the black lights as it runs down her thighs. She gives you one last kiss, and disappears into the crowd.

You look around, and there’s no one you recognize nearby. Before the last drops of love juice drip from your cock, the dance track fades into a slow love song. The floor floods with couples and triples, all swaying to the music. You’re the sole single man.