Loads of Loads

Instantly, her breaths started ragging. Nothing seemed the way it was before. Julia ripped off her t-shirt and slid down her pants right in the center of the freaking park. Vanessa was busy collecting the flowers. Just as Julia sat down, stark-naked, in the middle of the park as she began fingering herself.

Wind began chilling down, and slowly, her fingers became faster and faster.

Vanessa looked behind, hearing the moans and gasps that came her way. Her eyes widened, just as she stood up. Her hands on her mouth. People walked by. Whistling and hooting at the girl. Thankfully, at such an early hour of the morning, there wasn't A LOT of crowd. Had they been an hour later, it would've been bustling with people.

Vanessa ran up to Julia.

"Jule-- Julia! Julia! What the heck are you doing! You stupid!" she slammed on his hands, trying to stop him. But he was out of her control. It was really confusing.

She just began doing it out of nowhere.

And she wouldn't stop. She kept going faster and faster. Her breasts blobbed. Jiggling and giggling. Right in the center of the park. And just as Vanessa was distressed, she let out a large moan.

And with that she also let out a large beam of white liquid.

And she stopped.

Finally.

And he slowly stood up. He was still a she. But then, he suddenly realized something. Is that what it mean by "Typegasm: Flower"?