Poorly

Mata stood between Arthur’s legs, stained with inhuman amounts of his cum. Her throat was still wrapped around his monster cock. She slid back down his length, and he exited her mouth with a small pop. Kira stood there unable to process it.

“What are you doing?” Mata asked, still stroking him. “What am I doing?!? What are you doing!?!” Kira roared, shaken out of her stupor. “We’re on a date!” Mata nodded vigorously “He really is perfect boyfriend material isn’t he?” She sounded dreamy when she said this. “He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever met and I can tell you want to fuck him just as much as I do. I don’t mind sharing him.” Mata offered generously.

Kira’s emotions warred on her face. He was the sexiest men she’d ever seen. Her cunt was on fire. She wanted to fuck him again so bad and she almost didn’t even care that her roommate was there, wanted to join in and had actually beaten her to it. What was she doing? She had been about to screw his brains out at her dining room table with her Mata able to walk out and see them at any time. Embarrassment joined anger and lust in the maelstrom of emotions cycling through her brain.

The trails of juices continued to flow down the inside of her thighs. She felt like she was still in a fog. Oh boy you really got them fighting over you, didn’t you? “Honestly you shouldn’t have left him alone at all. You can’t be mad at me for taking my shot.” Mata stated casually. You should make them wrestle. The orc would destroy the small one. What? No, shut up. Mata’s only okay with this because I made her okay with it. I can fix this.

“Trance” he snapped his fingers.