Of Course Not

Just like her clit dick, her stamina was just as, if not more, pathetic. Cindy bucked her hips into a pussy she’d never experience, her entire body trembling as her cock shot out two small but gooey cumshots onto Felicia’s thigh. She was still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm, weakly thrusting her hips as adorable pants and whimpers escaped from her mouth.

Cindy felt Felicia’s gentle touch as she caressed the back of her head and ran her fingers through her hair.

“What a good girl~ But you know the rules, Silky.”

In one single motion, Felicia pulled Cindy down so her face was mere centimetres away from her own disappointing load.

“Whenever we play, you have to clean up after yourself, my slant-eyed cuck.”

Without hesitation, Cindy quickly lapped up her underwhelming load; it didn’t taste bad at all; in fact, if she were **** to admit it, she might have said she might have liked the taste and feeling it gave her. At one point, she might have had enough dignity and pride to refuse such an order, but the overwhelming pleasure Cat gave her mattered more to Cindy than anything right now.

“Let’s get you... more fitting for the occasion~”

The tip of Felicia’s claw cleanly and easily cut through Silk’s top and bottoms without as much as a scratch to Cindy’s pale skin underneath.

“No pants or bra? Such a naughty little gook~ Did you want something like this to happen again?” She playfully shook her head back and forth as the rest of Silk’s costume fell to the ground as useless shredded cloth aside from her mask.

Felicia’s voluptuous chest pressed against the heroines backs. Cindy couldn’t believe she got to feel them again and wondered if Felicia would allow her to do what they did during their last session. Cindy was so preoccupied, she barely noticed as Felicia teasingly and playfully tugged her mask away from her neck.

Looking over Cindy’s trembling shoulder, Felicia used the cloth she used as a mask to cover the spider-themed hero’s oversized pin-dick.

The coincidental Silk Cloth rubbed against the tip of her as it barely peeked out with each two-fingered Felicia performed on Cindy’s phimotic rice dick.

“Do you like that, Rice Dick?~”

“Y-Yes, Mommy!”

In a sudden motion, Felicia peeled Cindy’s foreskin back before letting the silk cloth rub against the exposed and pitiful cock head. Just as suddenly as she performed it, she let go and let it go back into place.

Amidst her trembling and **** state, Felicia leaned in close to Cindy and whispered, “Have you continued to do what Mommy asked? Have you stayed pussycat-free? Have you humiliated yourself on your dates to show how pathetic your kind is?~”