Too many girls, too little space

"Sure!" Elisabeth said and the guys grinned as they headed over to the cabana. Ingrid and Amalia followed, carrying the two dolls. It was a nice place and everyone looked around. It seemed that some of the guys knew the location, as one opened a fridge and brought some ice-cold drinks out for everyone.

"I take the baldie," one of the guys said and took Leonor out of Amalia's hands. "Always have something for bald girls and this one looks hot." Leonor felt a little bit less embarrassed by his words, even as he picked her up as a doll. In the end, he said she looked hot. Soon he had sat down on one of the chairs, bouncing her up and down. "Can't wait to cum on that bald head," he said as he made her ride, the young princess feeling him slide in and out of her pussy, which was nicely tight from the doll transformation.

The others looked a bit around and had a drink. "Only two beds and a chair left," one said and looked around. "But four girls left ... I mean three and a doll." He seemed to have an idea. "You, come with me," he told Ingrid and led her through a door into the next room. Amalia could hear her friend protest slightly, but soon the guy returned with a smirk.

"But now we are five guys and three girls," another said.

"I take the redhead," another said and pulled Alexia up, who had been dropped to the ground by Ingrid. He moved over to the other chair and started to use the doll's mouth, pushing his cock all the way in.

Elisabeth and Amalia were pulled to the beds. Amalia found herself riding on one guy, who had a nice time squeezing her tits, while the other stood in front of her, his hand on the back of her head, facefucking her nice and long. Elisabeth on the other bed, was moaning and groaning as the guys had decided that a cute lady like her could fit two cocks into her pussy at once.

The fucking went on for a while. At some point, the two guys had cum in Amalia and had stood up to have a drink. Amalia took a small break to follow one of them into the next room, where she gasped as she spotted Ingrid, who was kneeling on the ground, her head stuck in a urinal, her mouth wide open so the guy could piss into it. On top of that, her friend had been turned all porcelain. Amalia gasped as she still struggled to make sense of this park.