Mercifully little, Griffith is safe for now.

Yellow Diamond was praying tacitly for Griffith to either stop devouring her this exact second, or to never stop eating her out. Barely squeezing out the words without breaking her sweat-drenched poker face as her labia was softly nibbled, the bottomless woman said, “I’ll r-round him up posthaste— we w-won’t be truant.”

“Good. I trust you’ve kept him in good condition wherever he is.” Blue said with a satisfied nod, evidently incognizant of the man’s presence. Her massive boobs overtook the screen as she reached to turn off the phone, and poor, tortured, edged Yellow had to bite her lips at the magnificent sight in silence. While Griffith sucked her clit.

The instant holo-communications ended, Yellow leaned back and let herself be taken by climax, wailing while she came all over Griffith’s mischievous face. Her toes curled and her back arched like a stretching tigress, huffing in ecstasy as she rode the orgasm out for ages; Griffith devouring her nethers the entire time, until she finally collapsed in exhaustion.

She would have him punished severely for this salacious transgression, but—owing to the unique circumstances—it seemed as though his sexy ass would get out of this scot-free.

For now…

But standing up from the bed was an arduous affair for Yellow, her knees wobbling like uncooked bacon in a post-coital stupor. A hand extended from her beau was greeted with great hesitation before being denied; the proud monarch embarrassed herself further, however, by making such a show of getting up with no pants on.

Blushing, with a hand clamped over her wet pussy, Yellow stated, “Pearl will bring out a new wardrobe, don’t be long.”

Summoning back her full Diamond regalia on the way out, Yellow caught sight of her boyfriend’s twitching cock; still yearning for stimulation. Smirking at his prodigious, juicy appendage, she teased a finger along its length for a spot of revenge and said, “I don’t care how, but take care of ‘this’ however you need to.”

Griffith moaned at her touch.

Yellow tapped a button on the threshold, and power walked down the hall at full-tilt. Though his sexy girlfriend had only just left, the naked guy could already hear another woman approaching: Canary, based on her featherlight footsteps and distinctive giggles.

When Griffith remembered he didn’t want to be seen naked by another woman, he tried to cover his penis up. Trouble was, his erection was way too big to hide with just his hands, and it throbbed at even his own touch— the man’s blush renewed at the mere thought of Pearl catching him like this, but then a another voice… no. Several voices, began laughing alongside her, fast approaching.

Fuck.