No it does not

Condiment Wizard was starting to lose it. He'd known for a while he wasn't in the sanest place mentally speaking. It wasn't hard to realize that, but in the end he thought himself only slightly insane, a little on the spectrum of madness. Now, though, he was growing concerned he'd jump the spectrum of madness and was now completely insane.

As he lost the ability to tell where he began and the woman around him ended. Not only was sensation lost in this feeling of being groped and pleasured by the finest woman the Mediterranean had to offer, but he was losing a sense of time; he was sure of it. As the woman seemed to change age around him, one moment he had a milf using her large tits to massage his neck, and then a gilt would be in her place using her tits as the earlier milf had done. Then the girl was replaced with a woman that was clearly younger than the mother from before.

The craziest thing was he was pretty sure it was either the same woman at different points of her life or three generations had just done their damnedest to work the kinks out of his neck. He needed out for a moment to breathe air that wasn't shared with a dozen other horny women. The woman around him seemed to notice this need, and so they raised it. As if they were a single living creature, they went from a mattress of flesh to a throne of one.

He was high in the cave's ceiling, breathing in the clean air. He was sitting on the combined ass of three very plump women who themselves were held up by the most dedicated and lewd woman's cheering formation he'd ever seen and that had probably ever been done. It only further proved the madness of what he was a part of; he looked down as he suddenly felt a woman deep- thrusting his cock as far down her throat as it would go. While another was going at his balls with a ferocity that put as much fear into him as it was pleasure.

He looked down, shocked, as he saw it was Christiane Martel and Iris Mittenaere. They were both beautiful brunette women that he'd known from Miss Universe Beauty Pageants. They were the only two French women to have ever owned one. The two women who had been known for their elegance and beauty around the world were currently acting like the dirtiest sluts you'd find working for cheap in a back alley.

They were going harder and harder at his cock…it was clear they didn't care; he had just cummed, they wanted more, and they wanted it now. He couldn't hold it and grabbed Iris's head. He shoved her down onto his cock, holding her hair tightly. "Take every drop." He whispered harshly as he filled her mouth and throat. Once he was done, he let go, and she pulled herself off his cock.

She opened her mouth wide to show him that it was filled with his cum. She then promptly turned towards her fellow French-ness universe and began making out with her. The two are clearly trading his cum with their mouths for his enjoyment. The strange cheerleader throne pyramid he was on shifted below him, and a new woman appeared coming up. Somehow he didn't know how this naked version of cheerleader sorcery worked; he just saw that it did.

The woman was a beautiful older blond who clearly looked like a modern Helen of Troy. It took a moment for him to see who she was. He was still a bit out of it, and then he realized it was Mary Chatzipavlou. The only woman in the history of Greece to win Miss Universe. Honestly, with all these models around, he was starting to think that these fish creatures of his must have hit some event celebrating modelling.

Mary got to his feet, kissing her way up and down his legs. The tenderness and skill in her touch surprised him. She looked up into his eyes and spoke in a submissive and hungry voice. "I have come to show everyone here how you worship a god." Mary decreed that he proceeds to work his cock like the finest cock-sucker ever burned.

It felt like in mere moments she had brought him far beyond what he could endure. Though it was much, much longer than that, he knew for a fact. Mary, feeling him reaching the end through the throbbing of high cock, pulled her mouth back and worked his cock with two hands. "Yes, God showers you lessers in the gift of life." Mary said every word dripping with a lustful zealotry.

So he did with a roar; he came. His cum arching through the air and covering the girls in front of him and going farther than that. He ended up creating several small puddles of cum, though he had no idea he could have that much sperm. The women not attending him ran after it slurping and covering themselves in his cum like pigs in dirt. He watched it all, wondering how he had gotten to where he currently was, and wondered if he should try and get out of this strange form of debauchery that was clearly insanity.