NOOOOO!

"NOOOOO!"

In your momentary shock at her sudden outburst, Zoe throws you off of her with surprising strength. You land hard on your back, the wind getting knocked out of you and your hard cock sticking straight up into the air and waving back and forth like a rickety flag pole.

With some strain, you pull yourself up to see Zoe running straight for the street, her swimsuit still bunched around her waist and her huge tits flopping around in front of her. She's got her bag in one hand, with the clothes she promised you in them. Fuck.

Still reeling a bit, you pull yourself to your feet and run after her, bare feet pounding on the sand and your hands cupping your balls and cock. Unfortunately, with your erection, your grower of a dick and balls are too large to be fully contained in just two hands. The movement means you have to cup your balls to prevent them from bouncing around, and your other hand can only safely hold half or two thirds of your shaft. The result is your angry purple head poking out above your thumb, drooling precum onto your hand.

Luckily, even with your arms occupied, you're much more athletic than Zoe, and she's certainly getting slowed down by those flapping tits of hers. You manage to catch up to her fairly easily as she runs down the street. Your intention is to reach out and grab her hand, but then something unexpected happens.

Zoe isn't exactly the most graceful girl, so as she's running, she clips a standee for a European cafe, causing her to halt and spin on one leg. You, running at full tilt, slam right into her head-on. As the two of you spin, you're going to land face-to-face, but... in what way is fate going to let your bodies, and the dice, land?