French Introduction

Moany tapped the middle option, her empty head associating French with a certain fun activity. She groaned internally when she realized how foolish her reasoning was, but it was too late, as Moany's avatar briefly donned a beret and curly moustache. It was then that she finally paid attention to the man meat in front of her. "So what's your name?" The apparent leader asked.

"Ohmigawd, hai! I'm Moany." She said cheerfully, springing to her heeled feet with extra bounce. She loved how hungry the boys looked for her, eventually realizing she hated it. This Bimbo shit was very distracting. The leader introduced himself as Devin and before she could respond, Moany wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and lunged toward his yummy mouth. He showed little resistance when her tongue wriggled its way past his rough lips, and they swapped spit for half a minute. She reluctantly pulled away from his strong embrace, blissfully unaware of how much she didn't want to do that. As she finally did, unfortunately, the next gentleman spoke up. His name was Robert. "I'm Moany!' she answered again, earning a chuckle from the guys. They quickly shut up when she happily bounced over to Robert and slid her eager tongue into his throat as well. His kissing was sloppier than Devin's but she enjoyed offering her slutty mouth to him. She pulled away again, feeling hotter from the first male action she'd gotten all day, and her bimbo brain was loving it. The rest of the men realized what they had here, and they each graciously introduced themselves. She greeted them all in kind, pulling away from the fifth man a panting, dripping mess.

The bimbo in her craved all the attention from the sexy boys who wanted to kiss her and probably more, but Moany had to concentrate. If she wasn't in full control of herself, who knows what trouble she'd end up in? "Well, like, it was suuuuuper nice meeting you all, but I gotta go, K?" She tried to turn, and scamper away, but Devin wrapped his powerful hand around her slender wrist, pausing her and earning a trembling sigh from the slut at his touch. She turned back to him, biting her lip. "Yeah?" She wanted to run, but her logic said don't cause a scene, and her Bimbo wondered which guy had the thickest fuck stick. Her captor spoke up.

"Don't you want to have some fun with us first?" He offered bluntly, not bothering with any more flirting. Fog filled her brain, and Moany's eyes grew with joy when he offered to play with her.

"Yes! OMG I can't wait!" She slid her arm tightly around his and pressed her chest firmly into his side. She cooed when her diamond nipples stabbed into his chiseled bicep. "Lead the way, stud." She nuzzled into his shoulder, deeply inhaling his musk. He pulled her tapping along to a side alley between store fronts, his cohorts following close behind. Moany was already backed against the brick wall when she realized the fog had been clouding her much longer than before. She looked up in fearful anticipation at the ring of men around her. "Like, what do you want to do?" Her body was on fire as her bubbly thoughts couldn't be deterred. She had to run, but she wanted to stay, and the hot, muscly gentlemen weren't giving her an inch, though they would be giving her a few inches soon.