Khloe

"Oh my god-"

John finally pulls out of Kim after a while. His dick is throbbing a bit, but it has a very sensational feeling. He directs his remote to Kim and pauses her. "Finally her ass is quiet." Instead, Kourtney's moans penetrate the house as slurping and kissing sounds can be heard.

"Now, it's only you." John sets his eyes on the last Kardashian, Khloe. She was a spectacle for sure, with a silver sparkly bra and shiny reflective skin-tight pants on, as well as high heels. John plays around with her hair a bit and brings it in to his nose. "Mmmm, strawberry?" He giggled as he thought to himself; what to do with her? Then he got an idea.

Input "All of you, cease what you are doing and hold on to a body part of Khloe as hard and rigidly as you possibly can." The women all gathered around Khloe rapidly, with each female gripping onto a specific part of her body: Kim the chest, Kendall the right arm, Kylie the left, and Kourtney the legs.

He unpauses Khloe.

"..Uh...what the fuck?" She looks around in disbelief, first at John, then family. "Wh-what are you guys doing, get off me!" She squirms around and tries to move but the Kardashian family blankly stares ahead with their grip on her tight and unrelenting. "Who the fuck are you?" "I...am god." John decides to end it right there and pauses Khloe.

The family gathered all in one spot, as one huge pack of sex dolls ready to be fucked, "isn't that right Khloe?" Khloe's concerned face turns John on as he sticks his dick in her mouth.