Hot demoness wants it

You are shocked to see your new friend in such a compromising state - reputation is everything to Chels, so constantly squirting orgasm after orgasm five feet apart from her best friends and the other very popular girls from school must be her worst nightmare. You try to align yourself between her and everyone and try to shake her awake.

"Please! Wake up! Say something!" You beg her to get her head straight. She screams and cums again and you turn bright red. "What the hell?! Chelsie!" Iris the skeleton girl runs next to you and does the same thing as you did. "Wake up dammit, what even... March, help me carry her out." You do that and lift her under her arms.

You blush as her skin feels nice and warm and you almost touch her tits. You bring her all the way downstairs and put her down in the shower. "Wash her, I'll go get Kruya." Iris orders you and runs off. You turn on a shower and start to awkwardly rub the dried paint off her luscious body. You shake as you feel her strong abdomen and generous hips.

A slight tingle in your palms makes you whine and you feel hot. Your knees are touching the floor making them wet in the diluted paint. Thankfully the glowing paint seems to be water soluble, so it comes off easily. You hesitate, but rub her tits too.

They feel actually a lot better than your own and you might've rubbed them for a second or two more than necessary. You get to her neck as in the room rushes the scientist girl and Iris carrying your friend, Pearl, also naked and aroused. She laid down and Iris squats next to you breathing heavily: "Has she woken up?"

You shake your head and feel really embarrassed. "L-let me take care of her..." Iris asks and starts to carefully clean her face with her thin fingers. You can't stay ogling at Chels' nude body and go to Pearl, who is still awake. "M-March? I-is that you?" She mutters under her breath.

"Yeah, a-are you ok?" You ask carefully while Kruya rubs her thighs with a sponge. "I-I feel funny... Like, I want to touch myself, or maybe... Have you take me, M-March...." She smiles and her eyes roll back as she lets out a cute sound - she's high on something.

"I'm sorry for hearing that, I'm trying to remove the paint, but some of it seems to have stuck on her... her womanly parts, and I do not feel obligated to touch her there, I'm truly sorry Pearl, may I?" Kruya asks and blushes as it's true that Pearl has some paint down there. "T-touch me, Kruya, yeah... N-no need to take it easy on me..." Your friend says delirious, and you feel useless.

Kruya sips something from a bottle and gently washes and rubs the paint off her pussy. Pearl moans and convulses as she might've had an orgasm - you are hard and hate yourself. "There, we shouldn't need emergency services, I'm a doctor of health and medication, so I should suffice. Are you fine, March?" Kruya takes off her plastic gloves and throws them aside.

"I-I'm fine, it's just..." You can't believe that both of your friends lay horny and bothered before you and are hard. "Oh, looks like some got on your hands, and knees it looks like. I suggest washing it before something unfortunate happens, I'm truly sorry for your friend." She says and walks off. You realize the red marks on your hands and knees and quickly wash them off - your boner eases down and you sigh.

"H-help... she... she won't let go of me..." You look in the direction where the soft but familiar voice came from. Chels is hugging or maybe holding down Iris over her. She has her other hand on the skeleton girl's back and other on her ass. "H-help, please..." Iris says with a little voice.

There's no other choice than to help her and you pull Iris off of Chelsie. Chelsie has a dumb smile and a hopeless blush on her face and she mutters: "Aah, Iris, why did you leave? I want to hold you, love..." She is talking none-sense and Iris looks scared. "S-she j-just grabbed me like that a-and she... g-grabbed my ass..." She is really out of it and you decide to just leave her to her problems.

Suddenly loud chatter starts to rise from the direction of the front door and it seems like somebody must've arrived late.