Blow Bang

Barret slipped surprisingly stealthily back into the stall, which he'd locked. Cloud slipped down right behind him. Tifa's moans were audible all the way back through the vent, Cloud thought sourly. Barret sat down on the toilet, pointing at the floor. Cloud laid flat, peering towards the door.

Tifa was on all fours. Behind her was the collaborator. His large, fat Black cock pistoned in and out of Cloud's crush, his balls smacking her clit noisily. But in front of Tifa was four ...no five men, all crowding her. The men were rubbing their cocks on her face, and she was bobbing on them, her motions frantic as she took one cock, then the next, and then the one after, all to the root, all with deep, sloppy strokes. Her cheeks were marred with the cum of past men, and she was in the zone.

Cloud watched, transfixed. Some men came down her throat. Some all over her face or tits. At least one had literally used her as a urinal, Cloud noted dourly, seeing some yellow stain on her white top. She was an absolute mess, an absolute whore. Perhaps ...

There was only a couple of men left. Cloud pulled his way out from beneath the stall.

"The fuck you goin'?" Barret hissed. Cloud unzipped his pants, tugging out his small penis, and approached Tifa ...

She opened her mouth, prepared to envelope him. Then she saw it, looking up at Cloud and chuckling hoarsely.

"Better luck next time, small fry," she said cheekily.

"Yeah, let the real men do their work, boy," one of the blowjob recipients said, clapping Cloud painfully on the shoulder.