No

“I have to get going,” you say as you tuck the phone away. “So just do what you need to in order to get that baby batter into me so I can get back to work.”

They nod and you begin bouncing on their cocks quickly. You are cumming again after the first thrust. “Come on…” you moan, impatient.

Wendy is the first to cave. “I’m close…it’s coming…here!”

If their meat poles weren’t fat enough already, Wendy swells as her cock begins pumping her cum into you. Your belly begins to push Zoey away from you.

“Better hurry, Zoey. Or you won’t donate to my cum bloat.”

Zoey hops up and wraps her legs around Wendy, squashing your belly out to the sides. She pushes your face into her cleavage and thrusts hard and fast.

“Oh Zoey!” You both moan.

Wendy holds you all up while leaning against the wall. You hear a door opening and someone from a few doors down is watching. She sees you looking, and you see her raise her skirt. A truly comically massive cock hardens before your eyes. She raises an eyebrow and pats her equally comically large balls, so large she drags them around on a dolley that prevents them from dragging on the floor. You watch her approach, her package following behind her, and Wendy sees her first.

“Go away Barb.”

“I just wanted to introduce myself. I think I caught his eye,” Barb mentions. “I’m Barb, but you can call me Barbie.” She extends her hand. You take it and kiss it.

“Pleasure to meet you, Barbie,” you say.

“Finally!” Zoey hugs you tight and cums.

“Such a gentleman! Men don’t ever treat me like a lady once they see my buttbuster here. It really is *my* pleasure to meet *you*! Can I invite you over for dinner…or breakfast?”