A Guy - Park with "Friends"

"Maaaaaaaaaan, what's taking them so long?" Jerson says, twisting his head and torso in tandem with each other over and over again as he looks around the vicinity.

"You should just relax. Enjoy the weather. This week has been so nice in terms of forecast." Gemma says.

Gemma is a 5'3 White girl with mildly tanned skin and brunette hair which she has tied back into a low ponytail. Her attire for the day consists of a white tank top with denim shorts, both of these articles showing how she doesn't really have an ass or boobs, making her appeal lie in how compact of a young woman she is.

"Ugh, and I bet Manny is gonna be the last one to show up like always." Jerson keeps complaining.

"He said he wouldn't this time." Gemma says, taking a sip from her hydroflask.

"Oh, now would ya look at this nonsense! Carla and Neela just posted something, showing how they just got fruity drinks!"

"Here, take a sip from my hydroflask before you dehydrate yourself from all that frustration." Gemma says, holding the bottle in question out towards Jerson.

"Fuck outta here. I'm takin' a nap." Jerson lays back on the blanket he and Gemma are sitting on, "I knew this day would be some bullshit."

"Ugh, I swear you make me sometimes think why you're even friends with us. You get upset a lot at what we do and I know it could just be you being all theatrical for laughs, but you do it a bunch. Half a truth to every joke is what they say." Gemma states.

"Gemma, c'mon now. I AM you guys' friend, and y'all are my friends. No matter what I say and no matter what I do, I enjoy you guys and very much do respect you all. Honestly, don't be silly now." Jerson says with his neck tilted up to look at Gemma, smiling at her to let her know that he's being sincere.

"...Fine, I'll buy it." Gemma says before looking away and going for another sip.

"Good. Try not to wake me until everyone shows up." Jerson says, letting his head fall back into the pillow he made with his hands.

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Jerson slowly opens his eyes to the blurry sight of the tree leaves above him that provide him and Gemma with shade. Raising himself up onto his elbows to prop up his body at an angle, Jerson rapidly blinks as a means of getting his vision right.

"Feelin' refreshed, sleepyhead?" Gemma says to Jerson with a look of teasing on her face, going on to then drink from her hydroflask which after taking a sip from, she nonchalantly sticks her tongue out and does a long lick on the body of the bottle, sliding her tongue from its base up to the nozzle.

"Yeah, definitely. Oh, hey, Clara." Jerson says, not put off in any way by Gemma's oddly erotic action that came out of nowhere.

"Hi~. Neela's also here, she's just getting water." Carla informs Jerson, propping up her big, non-prescription hipster glasses as they were starting to fall off her face.

Carla's a 5'6 White girl with a quite favorable chubby body, one that is quite pale. Her light purple hair was cut in a neck-length bob, a colorful aesthetic that helped bring attention to the backless black halter neck crop top she was wearing with her dark denim short shorts, both pieces of clothing showing off just how thick and meaty she was, with her shorts letting her attractively fatty thighs be on show whilst also also framing her plump behind, not to mention how her top had a low-cut neckline that allowed the bosom of her very big and braless breasts to be readily seen, even through the sheer fabric of her top which her boobs were pushing hard against.

"Well, it seems like our favorite Latino is going to be the last one to arrive, and late at that, too." Jerson states, staring directly and very unabashedly at Clara's huge tits and the way her big nipples are prodding against the material of her tight-fitting top, she of whom is looking right at him doing so, but not processing it as him flagrantly ogling her.

"My God! This hydroflask is SO the best!" Gemma gets all of a sudden effusive about her bottle, "Like, I swear I can drink ANYTHING out of this! It is just THAT amazing, wow! I seriously never thought water could taste so good! This thing can make any liquid substance taste FANTASTIC! Try it out!" she says, sticking it right in Jerson's face.

Jerson snatches the bottle from Gemma and stands up, screwing off the bottle's lid as he stands. With a quick unbuttoning of the pants and a swift zipping down of his fly, Jerson turns away from the two girls and pulls his penis out, sticking his tip inside of Gemma's beloved hydroflask to fill it up with his hot, yellow piss. Filling it to its limit, Jerson puts his penis back in his underwear and fixes his jeans to how they were before he turned around, and proceeds to hand Gemma back her bottle.

"Oh, why's it so warm?" Gemma says as she takes the bottle, looking up at Jerson with a smile of wonder and playfully suspicious intrigue, "Did you put something in it?" she asks, being genuinely fascinated by the bottle's contents that she's too naïve to conclude is urine, even after watching Jerson make movements commonly associated with a man readying himself to take a leak.

"O' course I did. Now drink up before it gets cold." Jerson urges Gemma to consume what he just expelled from his urethra.

Gemma goes bottoms up with her hydroflask, unhesitatingly gulping down what is very much unknown liquid to her just because she's so ecstatic that it's coming from her hydroflask.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, tastes like pee..." Gemma burps and wipes her mouth of the pee that didn't make it in her mouth, "but BETTER! I love it! Thanks!" Gemma expresses gratitude for—what is unbeknownst to her—Jerson's pee, continuing to chug it down.

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"Yo, wassup, 'Son!" Neela comes back with a purchased bottle of water in hand, greeting Jerson with the nickname she often uses when referring to him.

Neela's a 5'5 Black girl with brown skin and a moderate physique. She had brownish hair that was made up of loose curls, but still had enough rigidity to not completely succumb to gravity and fall down, as it would stick out about 5 inches from every side of her head and flow around nicely every time her head experienced motion. She was wearing a simple white tee with denim short shorts, and like Clara, she wasn't wearing a bra, but unlike Clara, the circular glasses Neela wore were actually prescription glasses.

"Hey, Nee. How's it goin'?" Jerson replies with the shortened form of her name.

"Everything's all good! 'Specially since I got this bottle of water!" Neela answers jovially, shaking the unopened and condensating bottle very rapidly.

"That so? What, that bottle make the water taste extra good? Like how Gemma's hydroflask does." Jerson says, glancing over at Gemma who is still guzzling down his liquid waste.

"Nah, that ain't it. It's just that I knew you'd appreciate if I poured this ice-cold shit all o'er me. Watch!"

Neela quickly unscrews the cap and lifts the bottle up over her torso, sticking her chest out to some degree. With a twist of the wrist, she flips the bottle upside-down and lets out a waterfall of chilled water onto her shirt. The glugging sound of the water coming out of the bottle soon ends and Neela is left standing there with her shirt completely drenched and in a condition that allows for her moderately big boobs to be better made out from under the soaked fabric. Neela, who is smiliing and looking down at her chest, starts to quickly bounce up and down, causing her unrestricted breasts to freely bounce around in a variety of directions, an act that Neela is both overjoyed and unashamed to do out in public as made evident by how she's giggling to herself whilst looking at her boobs go.

"Yeah! You're right! Much appreciated!" Jerson confirms, watching the energetic show that Neela is putting on for him, paying close attention to Neela's puffy nipples that he can see have big, dark areolas due to how much they contrast with the vibrant white of her wet shirt.

"Now here comes the BREAST part!" Neela makes a pun.

Neela grabs her soppy shirt with both her hands and tears it open, creating a giant hole in it that allows for her jumping, banana-shaped 34Cs which have a nice amount of sag to them to now be fully exposed. Doing this must've gotten Neela more excited as she is now rapidly twisting her torso as a means of having her titties shake more wildly, so much so that the water on her breasts is flying off in every direction and getting on the three of her friends, although none of them mind the showering.

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"Ha! Good one, Nee." Jerson looks over to Carla, specifically Carla's breasts, "Y'know, while we're on the topic of breasts, Carla..."

"Hm? Yeah?" Carla gives Jerson her attention.

"Carla, I not only admire you for being a bisexual feminist, but I also love how you always wear clothing that shows off your cleavage, no matter what the weather is like. That has to be the BRAVEST thing you can do." Jerson says, sounding very sarcastic.

"Yeah, nothing's more feminist than letting your fat-ass tits just be right in front of everyone's face. And even more feminist than that is when you then criticize men for looking, but also look at men in dirty ways yourself and think it's not the same. Totally a feminist thing." Carla states.

"Yeah, yeah, nice milkers, yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh, I leer ya— I mean— hear ya." Jerson says back, barely caring about what nonsense just came out of Clara's mouth as he's too preoccupied with shamelessly staring right at her boobs that sway and jiggle as she talks, compelling him to have his hand on top of his jeans where his crotch is, touching his swelling cock.

"I should really just be topless since the patriarchy is totally oppressing me by not letting me have my giant fucking titties out. But... you know..."

"...Yeah, I agree. You SHOULD be topless. Unlike your udders, you have my support." Jerson concurs for selfish reasons.

"Really?! You mean it?" Carla perks up in both spirit and body, her breasts bouncing when she does so.

Seeing the way her boobs bounced made Jerson grip himself harder and let out a pained moan of horniness, "Hell yeah! Urrrrrrrrrrgh! I mean they are just fuckin' boobs after all." Jerson encourages Carla.

"Exactly! Just..." Carla straightens her back and grabs the the bottom of her crop top where she then starts pulling it up off of her body, getting the shirt to catch onto the underside of her breasts and lifting them up along the way with her shirt, up until she finally gets it off and has her all-natural 36H juggs drop down like the soft, fatty weights they are, "just fuckin' boobs. No big deal at all for fuck's sake!" Carla says, throwing her top behind her and doing a thorough stretch of her arms up into the air, allowing the fullness of her H-cups that nicely sag down just a little bit past the middle of her torso to be seen in a way other than them sagging onto her criss-crossed legs.

"Yeah, more like massive deals... ya fuckin' cow." Jerson says, touching his bulge even harder now as he can now see all of Clara's boobs and the pink areolas that are the size of coasters which circle her thick nipples.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this feels so fuckin' goo~d, SHIT!" Carla leans herself backward at an obtuse angle with her hands on the grass to support her, "Fuck yeah! I am TOTALLY dismantling the patriarchy by showing off my feminist funbags to everyone. Look, all you men! Get mad at me being a woman and shaking them." Carla says and then proceeds to shake her body, making her large tits wobble from side to side.

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At this point, Jerson's cock is about ready to burst out from his pants, on the account that Neela's still shaking her breasts for him, and Carla is right there swaying her huge knockers like it's nothing.

"You— you know, Carla... keeping my penis in my pants is also very patriarchal." Jerson says.

"It is?" Carla asks with a perplexed look on her face, but still continuing to swing her naked breasts around.

"Yeah, because... you know... it's just a dick. It's hard to explai— har— harder than my dick right now, so, so—"

"I TOTALLY get it!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! Like, men think that just because they have a dick, they're the best, when in reality that's not the case. And by you having your penis concealed while I have my boobies out, you think you're like more civilized than me. Here, let's get that dick out."

Carla crawls over to Jerson and starts undoing his pants, Jerson letting it happen and just looking at the way Carla's H-cups dangle and swing over his legs. It wasn't too long before Carla whipped out Jerson's long, thick erection that had precum oozing out from it.

"See? It's nothing special." Carla says, understating Jerson's clearly above-average genitalia that she can't even wrap her whole hand around.

"Yeah, like... like if you were to just go on and start giving me a handjob right now, that would so~ dismantle the patriarchy. Especially if I was touching your boobs as you did it, too!" Jerson spat out more bullshit as a way of disguising his sexual wants.

"So true~! I'ma do it. And be sure to RE~ALLY touch my titties good." Carla goes along with Jerson's bullshit.

Carla starts giving Jerson's dick a good and fast rubbing, very happily smiling as she does so because she genuinely believes that she's destroying the patriarchy by doing so. Jerson takes his hand and reaches under Carla to grab her titty, clutching it as best he can to feel all the fat that's within it.

"MM! N— now... now suck it! That'll really show the patri— fuuuuuuuuuuuck... show— show the patriarchy." Jerson says to Carla, vocalizing the pleasure that he's feeling from Carla working his cock.

Carla gasps with a look of surprised joy on her face "That is such a great ide— HORK!"

Jerson shuts Carla up by raising his hand and slamming it on the back of her head where he then pushes her head down and makes her swallow the bulk of his meat. Gripping her colored hair, he puts his arm to work and roughly guides her head up and down, assisting her with the blowjob she's more than happy to be giving him as it is in the name of going against misogyny. Jerson's gripping of Carla's big tits quickly ramps up more and more as that is his way of letting out the stimulation that he is being overwhelmed by. It isn't long before Jerson gives up on the whole groping of Carla's juggs so he can have his hand join with the one that's already on her head and apply more pressure on the back of it to boost the intensity of his pushing down of Carla's head, amplifying the **** and feel of the fellatio that he's making her give him. Jerson goes on to fully lay on his back so he can start thrusting his hips upwards, turning the forceful blowjob into more of a hardcore facefuck, one that Carla was taking like a champ.

Curious as to what Gemma and Neela were up to while he was pounding at Carla's mouth, Jerson lifted his head up to see that the two girls were getting up to something themselves in the meantime. Neela had moved on from shaking her breasts for Jerson's enjoyment, to smothering them in Gemma's face, and when Jerson saw this, he immediately knew it was because the both of them were lesbians, although not in a relationship. Neela's hands were clasped onto the sides of Gemma's head, holding it very close to her bosom as she shook it all over her same-sex friend's face, wetting it with whatever water was still left on it. Gemma had her hands slipped into the back Neela's tight shorts, rubbing her smooth ass while she was getting a face full of titties.

"Wooh! All titty-shakin' has got me THIRSTY! Lemme have your bottle!" Neela says.

"Svre ving!" Gemma responds with her voice all muffled.

Neela takes Gemma's hydroflask and starts chugging it, emptying whatever was left inside the bottle out into her digestive system.

"SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!! That's gotta be the best drank I've ever had!" Neela exclaims, then goes on to stick as much of her tongue as she can inside the bottle to get even more of what she doesn't know is Jerson's piss, all the while having her arm wrapped around Gemma's head and pulling it in even tighter to her chest than before.

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Watching this, Jerson got became even more excited, making him once again be compelled to pursue his sexual wants."C— CARLA! I just realized that by us not having sex in the public, we are absolutely submitting to the patriarchy!" Jerson comes up with some more nonsense.

Carla pulls up off of Jerson's pole with foaming spit covering her mouth area and saliva strings dangling off her lips, "Holy shit, you're right!" she agrees, a nasty cough following her statement.

"QUICK! GET ON TOP OF ME! AND BE SURE NOT TO CRUSH ME!" Jerson commands.

Carla listens, ignoring the underhanded comment that Jerson just made about her weight. Carla stands up, towering over Jerson who—with his cock in hand as it's getting stroked—watches below the voluptuous feminist that's got her big, H-cup knockers swinging all over the place every time she moves. Carla unbuttons her shorts and zips them down, and has a little bit of a struggle with pulling them down, but that was fine with Jerson as it meant that he got to see her boobs being in even more motion. Once Carla finally got off her shorts and panties, Jerson would watch Carla's thick, cellulite-riddled thighs easily jiggle around as much as her tits were doing. Bringing her hand up to her mouth, Carla would do a big lick of her hand and then bring it down to her crotch that had clearly never met a razor, and she would rub her hand on her hair-shrouded cunt, producing a sound that was akin to rubbing a steel wool pad. Carla lowered herself down into a squat over Jerson's tall erection, her meaty thighs oriented in a way that had her knees facing away from each other and not touching the ground as the balls of her feet were capable of supporting all that weight she had. Grabbing his erection, Carla set Jerson's dick straight on a course for penetrating her cunt, easing herself down on it and letting it slide all the way in.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww fuck yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Jerson once again vocalized the pleasure he was feeling, this whole time feeling so good that he couldn't care that all of what he was feeling was coming from what he thought was a big-boobed feminist bitch that needed to keep quiet most of the time.

"Fuck yeah is right! TO HELL WITH THE PATRIARCHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Clara mistook Jerson's words for him celebrating their false cause.

"Yeah, yeah! Most definitely." Jerson looks up and sees the way Clara's enormous juggs are bouncing around wildly as she is more than adequately cowgirling him, compelling him to reach his hands up to grope a titty with one hand, and use his other hand to slap around her other titty like it's some punching bag, "Yeah! The patriarchy is bad! So fucking bad! Yeah, whatever the fuck the cow says, so long as it means she's got her tits and stuff." Jerson says, caring less and less about being transparent right in front of Clara who is probably even caring less about what Jerson is saying now as she's too focused on riding him good, having her arms up and flexed with her hands on the back of her head as a means of showing off as much as she can to everybody.

"YEAH, YEAH, FUCK THE PATRIARCHY! I AM A PRIVILEGED, MIDDLE-CLASS WHITE WOMAN WHO BELIEVES NOT WEARING BRAS AND SEXUAL DEVIANCE IS THE WAY TO ACHIEVING EQUAL RIGHTS BETWEEN THE SEXES, FUCK YEAH! I ALSO HAVE MASSIVE FUCKING BAZOOKAS, SO LOOK AT THEM BOUNCE, EVERYONE! MY FAT TITTIES MEANS FREEDOM, SO LOOK AT 'EM UNLESS YOU'RE FOR AN OPPRESSIVE REGIME RUN BY STRAIGHT, WHITE MALES!!!" Carla lets out an outrageous speech while she's bouncing up and down Jerson's hard, throbbing cock, and also having her boobs groped and slapped around quite disrespectfully.

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"Oh my God." Gemma pulls her face out from Neela's boobs, "I know you guys are doing all of this for the sake of activism, but I've gotta say that watching you guys fuck makes me question my lesbian orientation.""Yeah, I don't blame you." Carla replies, "Dick feels so much better than mashing pussies or using dildos which are essentially just fake dicks. I'm only bi because I'm too vehement of a feminist to stick to guys." Carla states while looking back over her shoulder, her fat-ass butt cheeks being what faces Gemma, bouncing incredibly as she has her back turned to her.

"Yeah, you're not wrong... if it's cool, I'ma masturbate to you guys to see if I'm just straight." Gemma says, taking off her shorts and leaving Neela's hold, leaving her there to just suck on her own puffy nipples.

"Go for it! That also helps fight the patriarchy."

Gemma, with her shorts around her ankles and her panties around her thighs, starts rubbing herself to Jerson and Carla having sex, mainly looking at Jerson's swole penis as it without fail gets swallowed up whole by Carla's vagina over and over again, thinking his dick to be the most utterly masculine thing ever and overall just fantasizing about how innately great cocks are. It was those thoughts paired with the observing of the two's hardcore and dirty fornicating that brought Gemma to a practically instant climax. Not even expecting such a thing to happen so suddenly herself, Gemma was caught off guard, resulting in her mind briefly going blank as her entire body tensed up, her eyes crossed, and her pussy started gushing like a hydrant. Gemma would fall on her back with her legs high up in the air, trembling as she made it rain pussy juice that would come back down on her. Gemma was convulsing so violently that it wouldn't be a reach to describe her situation as dying from too much pleasure.

"HOLY SHIT!" Neela yelled upon feeling some of Gemma's discharge get on her, getting her to open her eyes and see what was going on with Gemma.

Neela crawls a short distance over to Gemma, positioning herself in front of her where her erupting pussy is. As concerned as Neela sounded, she wasn't coming to Gemma to help her out with the tremendous orgasm she was having, Neela came over to put her torso over the geyser of pussy juice that Gemma had made, just so she could get all that sexual fluid on her breasts.

"SHIT! YOU MAY NOT BE A LESBIAN NO MORE, BUT I STILL FUCK AM! WOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Neela screams, getting pussy juice all over her face, but mainly on her tits which she is ecstatically jiggling right in front of the faucet-like thing that is between Gemma's legs.

A minute goes by before Gemma's legs fall down and she finally stops orgasming. Awaking from her barely awake state, she sees that Neela is in front of her, having a drink out of her hydroflask which Neela had filled with Gemma's plentiful discharge.

"Yeah... yeah, I am for sure not a lesbian." Gemma says, wiping the combination of sweat and her pussy juice off from her forehead and wherever else it is on her body.

Neela audibly swallows what she just drank, "You got that the fuck right!" she clears her throat, "But I ain't gonna hold you, that shit they up to over there is fuckin' HOT!" Neela says, looking over at Jerson who now has Clara on all fours in front of him as he is now slamming hard into her with his hand gripping her hair and pulling her head backward as he uses his other one to at times spank her huge, fat ass that just can't seem to stay still, something her wildly flailing breasts also cannot manage.

"Yeah, it so fucking is. I'm totally gonna go to a bar tonight and look to get gangbanged." Gemma says whilst biting her lip and lightly touching her tingling pussy.

"Well, in the meantime, girl..." Neela stands up with her back turned to Gemma and pulls down her shorts, bending her back over as she does so, leading up to the revealing of both her curvy ass, and a double dildo that she's had all this time inside her pussy, the other half flicking out strongly after having been curved and compressed inside Neela's shorts for so long, "I got this shit that we can use." Neela says, looking behind at Gemma as she's still letting her butt face her friend.

"But, Neela, I'm no longer a lesbian."

"Whatchu mean? Two bitches intimately sharing a dildo at the same time with one another ain't gay! It's what all girls do!" Neela makes a questionable point.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, yeah! Guess you're right!" Gemma accepts Neela's questionable point.

Neela drops down in front of Gemma, propping her body up with her arm as she lays sideways with her leg high up in the air, her hairless pussy facing Gemma with the dildo pointing right at the brunette. Gemma takes off whatever garments are restricting her from having total free range of movement, getting completely bottomless in public like the rest of her friends. Mirroring the orientation of Neela's bod, but doing so in a flipped version, Gemma gets pulled in by Neela and has the dildo penetrate her pussy. Not expecting Neela to engage with her like this, Gemma is thrown into yet another instance of intense stimulation. The scissor are essentially scissoring each other, having a long piece of silicone in between them and going in and out of their cunts. The two join hands with each other and use teamwork to push and pull each other off of the dildo, allowing them to reach a greater tempo that instantly brings their pussies more pleasure. Ecstasy floods the two's brains, making them have these big, wide smiles on their faces, ones that they exchange with each other as they both look right at each other like they're just two very good friends having the greatest, except this great time is undoubtedly perverted and can is likely to be seen as contemptible by many.

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What initially was friends spending time with each other in a regular way, now was friends spending time with each other in a degenerate way: having Jerson trick Clara into expressing fake feminism just so he can be balls-deep inside the voluptuous radical, and Neela and Gemma also showing the same nonsensical logic that had now led them to getting their lesbian on, as much as they both denied it."FUCK! I'm bouta CUM! I need to let the patriarchy out of my bodyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Jerson exclaimed as he had his nails dug into Clara's plump butt cheeks.

"YES! DO IT! THE FEMINISM INSIDE MY BODY SHALL CLEANSE ALL OF IT!!!" Clara energetically supported as she was being powerfully screwed.

"We should all, like, come at the same time!" Gemma said.

"Then do it girl! I'm fucking readyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Neela exclaimed.

Jerson's humping got became faster and more powerful, and with a deep grunt, he would shoot a huge load inside of Clara, but wouldn't let it stop there as he went on to pull himself out of Clara's hairy vagina where some of his jizz would get on her bush as he was in the process of standing up so he could shoot all over her fat butt, her back, and also her hair where his white stuff would stick out heavily in the light purple color of it. Still ejaculating, Jerson would grab Gemma's hydroflask and fill it up halfway before his excessive cumming finally ended.

"OMG~! Thank you so MuUuUuUuuUuUuUuUucH." Gemma thanked Jerson for filling her bottle right before starting to climax, her body vibrating and her eyes once again crossing like before as she was yet again having an incredible orgasm, copious discharge coming out of her again.

"Ooooooooooooooh, give it to me, girl!" Neela said as she was overjoyed to be getting sprayed by Gemma, letting the convulsing girl's pussy juice wash all over her face and tits that were now glistening thanks to how wet they'd become - shaking around with drops of it coming off her C-cup breasts as she got on her knees in front of Gemma to put her face right in front of the girl's gushing cunt so she could let it spray all into her mouth that she had opened very widely.

Jerson would lay in front of Clara, sucking on the large areolas of her big, H-cup titties as she drank his cum out from Gemma's hydroflask.

"This is good! Wow!" Jerson faintly heard Clara say has he was lost in having his lips wrapped around her nipple.

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"Sorry that I'm late, guys." Manny says as he arrives.

"It's no problem." Neela says.

"Yeah, especially since Jerson decided to sleep in the meantime." Gemma remarks.

"Oh, that's good to hear. Wonder if he got that whole lucid dreaming thing down." Manny states.

"I wonder, too." Clara says.

Jerson's eyes slowly start opening, "Shit... shit is that fuckin' Manny? 'Bout fuckin' time you get your ass here." Jerson says as he wakes himself.