your ex-BFF

“Fuck, I guess it's true,” Marty said as he looked down at you, his love and affection dissolving as his pants tightened, “I thought you were kidding. So Brian is really dead, then?”

“Yep. I erased him myself,” Allie says proudly, though you have no clue what she's talking about, “He knelt down and let me erase him from the universe. His final gift to me was this faggot cum-dumpster. It's only reason to exist is servicing human dick. Mine first, but ultimately, any and all cocks in the universe. This is all it is good for.”

“Damn,” Marty says, looking at you with revulsion, then back to Allie, “guess that means you're my best friend now. You'll let anyone use it, man?” He runs his hand through curly brown hair as he looks back at you, and Allie nods.

“You want to use it?” she asks, and he nods, “It's a worthless whore. It has no rights.”

“I do want to use it. How much?” he asks, and she glances over at you and points at him.

“Get his dick out and suck it, faggot,” she orders, and you immediately crawl to your former best friend, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pulling them down and releasing his prick. His cock slaps across your face and you turn your face toward it, kissing his prick and then taking it in your mouth.

“Free for friends. You were my twin brother's best friend and he's dead now but you were always good to me, so go ahead. Hit it if you want. Destroy it,” says Allie. Marty abruptly strikes you in the face with his fist, then grabs your head in both hands and rams his cock down your throat.

His hips slap against your mouth, his cock spreading your throat lewdly, visibly, around his meat. He groans in pleasure, rolling his hips against your mouth after punching you in the face. You moan worshipfully, lovingly and mindlessly sucking his dick without the faintest hint of resistance.

“There's something I need to do, Allie, before I use it to get off,” he says above you, groaning as Allie looks over her shoulder at him pumping his dick down your throat.

“Do whatever you want.” Marty rolls his hips back and slides his prick out of your mouth, looking down at you with a cruel glint in his eyes.