Willow's not having it.

Gritting her teeth, Willow waved her hand toward the door. The pounding and yelling gave way to a sudden yelp, then a shout from another room of the apartment. If I had to guess, Willow just sent Gizmo through a portal back to her own room.

That wouldn't give us much time though and she knew it. Bouncing herself on my cock faster, Willow tried desperately to either get me off or get off herself again...or maybe both. That was possible. Her specially designed anus seemed to be milking my dick with each rise and fall of her bountiful bottom.

If Willow had been hoping for another orgasm, I was going to have to disappoint her. I was not going to be blue balled. Not this time. "Need to cum..." I hissed. I wasn't sure why I said it. Maybe I was sort of asking for permission (though it was going to happen either way at this point). Willow nodded frantically, looking as though she wanted me to paint her insides white as much as I did. I didn't disappoint.

As Willow planted her butt onto my lap one last time, I came. Hot spunk filled her anus and she quivered in delight as it did so. Her red eyes had a strange glaze to them and she seemed to be staring blankly at the ceiling with her mouth hanging open. Her nails dug into the skin of my chest and abdomen for a moment before she relaxed quite suddenly, pulling herself off my cock with an audible "SHLRUP". She laid on top of me, covering my face with loving kisses.

...and it was about this time that a hole was punched into the bedroom door by a large metal...appendage? It was one of the four "legs" that sprouted from Gizmo's pack. I recognized them from the show. It quickly retracted and a slender hand reached through, turning the knob and letting themselves in.

Gizmo stepped into the room, arm still sticking through the hole she made and her expression was absolutely livid. "WILLOW, YOU CRUD SNUFFING SLUT!" she bellowed. For such a small lady, her lungs must be tremendous. ...if she had lungs. I had to remind myself that she wasn't human...or alive by biological standards. She tried to storm over and nearly fell. Her arm was still in the hole.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Gizmo pulled her arm in and made her way over to the bed. I swallowed hard but Willow was calm as could be. She slipped off me and laid next to me, tracing circles onto my chest lazily. Gizmo gasped. "Those are...how could you use those cuffs without me here?!" She sounded utterly mortified.

This made Willow sit up with a start and cover her mouth, eyes wide. She looked back at the cuffs with shock. She made gestures to Gizmo which may or may not have been actual sign language. "You didn't realize...? How could you not realize? Those are our special cuffs!" Gizmo shrieked. ...uh oh...