If only Eliot could get a break..

“Wait… where’s the monster?” Rosalind asks the doctor, her hands reaching out haphazardly until she gropes his face.

“Just outside the window!” Eliot cries, ignoring his assistant’s fingers even as they grab his wiener. “Look— she’s here right now!”

The brunette sheepishly replies, “Wait, I need my glasses, I can’t see anything.” her soaked panties tripping away from her pussy as she leaves the hunk’s bed. “But I don’t need my specs to know that you’re naked~! You’d better not get dressed before I can see again!”

“Dang it! What about you Winona!? Do you see her!?” He says, **** for the other woman to have anything on the brain besides molesting him.

“Slow down already, give me a second.” Dr.Thunderfoot snaps back, still rubbing at her eyes while she faces the far window. But the dark-skinned researcher finishes clearing the cum off her face too late, gazing at a vacated windowsill where Webby stood a moment prior.

Dr.Browning runs to the wall, his penis still dripping sperm from Winona’s deft blowjob as he cups his face to the glass. Though he scans the forest outside desperately, the disgraced scientist feels ashamed to see the fishwoman gone. And on top of even that, he’d embarrassed himself by cumming too quickly to last through foreplay.

As Eliot laments yet another failed opportunity to prove Webby’s existence, (as well as yet another time Rosalind managed to fondle his cock) he hears something unusual across the room; Dr.Thunderfoot shrieking.

He turns to the Native American cutie in her birthday suit, and she’s totally fine despite the cum on her hands, so…