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Hanna’s head snapped back to the intruder.

“What the hell? I told everyone to get out and stay out!” She scolded him.

Shook by the scene in front of him, he was frozen still for a bit.

“Out!” Hanna screamed at him, worried at the mental state of Diana.

Just as the man was about to leave, he heard Diana’s voice.

“W-wait…” she had noticed his bulge in his pants, and the lack of disgust from his side.

“P-please help me get out of here, it’s… it’s too heavy…”

The guy gulped, and stood still, contemplating. On one hand, he wanted to get out of here, distancing himself from this situation, but his dick was telling him otherwise. He was a pretty vanilla guy, and had stumbled on this exhibition by accident, but was finding out more about his desires with each second he stayed.

“Al-, alright.” He hesitatingly said, slowly walking towards the two friends.

It turned very awkward for a moment. No one knew what to do, or say. In the end, Hanna took the lead with a sigh.

“Lets try pushing through the back door, there, it’s the closest.” Pointing to the door that had been opened my the cumshot.

“Ok…”

Hannah stood up reluctantly from her comfortable spot on Diana’s massive cock and moved behind the goth. The dude joined her side.

The artist was the first to put her palms onto the straining sack, feeling its warmth. Diana didn’t want to admit it, but the touch felt great.

“C’mon, big guy.” Hanna told the well-dressed man. He then also laid his hands on the massive orbs, instantly getting more turned on at their smooth touch.

“Holy shit…” he mumbled.

“We push in three. One, two, three!”

“Mmnnhaah!” Diana exclaimed at the pressure worked onto her sloshing boulders.

They could audibly hear as more pre was viciously being pumped through the long shaft, and another large amount of pre joined the old one.

She didn’t move one bit.

Noticing it, Hanna spoke again. Her slit was extremely moist, begging for release, but she ignored it, for now.

“Again. One, two, three!”

“Aaahhh!!” Diana moaned loudly. Another shot escaped her large tip, but she had yet to move an inch.

The trio tried multiple times more, but with no result, except for the floor and staircase slowly being flooded.

“This is going nowhere… sigh… any ideas?” The helpful guy asked.

“I think,” Diana started, “I think i need to cum… it might shrink again…” she said, red as a tomato.

“Shit, alright.” Hanna responded. Inside, she was extremely happy, wanting nothing more than to pleasure the huge slab of girl-cock in front of her.

The dude, though, was stepping way out of his comfort zone. Hesitating a bit more, he then offered:

“I can, uhm, massage your balls?” He proposed, blushing.

“Yeah, t-thanks…” said Diana. She then turned to Hanna, who she knew had been somewhat waiting for this.

“I’ll… work the tip?” She suggested, already walking there.

Diana only nodded.

The artist proceeded to then take off her drenched panties through her dress and sit on the border between tip and shaft. Diana moaned.

“Please. I need to cum!” She begged. That was all she needed to say.

Hanna started rocking back and forth, her dripping pussy lubricating her inner thighs and the rocket beneath her, both girls starting to moan.

The guy, a bit salty that they didn’t even ask his name before inviting him to such gimmicks, squatted behind the massive seat of testicles, and started carefully squeezing them.

Diana was now moaning constantly, her legs clamped around her giant member, and heels digging into her nutsack. Precum was gushing out of her length like a water-hose into the staircase, making it a slippery health hazard.

None of them realized it, but Diana was emitting a large amount of pheromones, even affecting the people on the exhibition’s first floor.

Hannah was enjoying riding on such a huge cock, a dream come true for her. She was on cloud nine, and came for the first time after only 2 minutes riding. The man working the balls was warming up to the task, starting to truly enjoy himself.

Diana was squirming with each movement made by the others. It felt great, amazing even, better than anything she had done with her pussy before, but it wasn’t enough.

“Harder!” She yelped between moans.

The two others tried their best.

“Can I fuck your balls?” The man asked.

“Yes! Please!” The futa moaned. Anything to make her cum was welcome.

The guy took off his pants, exposing a decently sized, hard cock, and planted it between the two huge testicles. He found the sack to be quite elastic, and by squeezing the two heavy nuts together, he managed to do what no man ever did before, giving him an inexplicable rush.

Diana’s sensitive yoga balls appreciated the arousing sensation, constricting a bit from time to time, loud sloshing audibly reverberating through the room.

But, it wasn’t enough. They had been at it for 20 minutes now, and the goth was nowhere near an orgasm.

“Fuck!” She screamed in frustration. “I need more!”

Hanna, who had already cum thrice, heard her plea. After some quick thinking, she quickly got up with shaky legs, took off a dildo that was on a mannequin, and went to Diana.

The futa fell onto her cock with a smack, hugging it tightly, revealing her leaking cunt. Not being gentle at all, she rammed the 8 inch thing straight into her hole, making the goth scream in pleasure. Turning on a feature that shortened and lengthened it, she went to the tip and started liking and kissing it furiously.

The dude had already come, his seed laying on its much bigger competitor. He had gone back to massaging and squeezing her fat nuts, very satisfied with his own release.

Diana had released enough pre to fill a small pool, but her swollen nuts weren’t even slightly less strained.

Once again, it wasn’t enough.