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Chapter 20 by hambo hambo

Decisions decisions

Off with it!

"I think you would look better without it," the woman says as she places her hands over Hilda's wet, willing pussy.

Hilda gasps and coos in pleasure as the woman starts fingering her, her cock-shaped sucker slipping out of her mouth onto the floor, little more than pink-stained popsicle stick at this point.

"Mmm, you really are a catch," she says as she takes her slimy fingers and slip them into Hilda's mouth.

The lusty, lewd woman eagerly accepts them, shivering in naughty pleasure at the thought of tasting herself.

The hostess withdraws her fingers once they've been licked clean, much to Hilda's vocal disappointment, and then gets out a tube of sweet-smelling pink lotion. "A few squirts of this and you'll be absolutely perfect!"

She squirts the cool cream directly onto Hilda's (already) creamy crotch. The bimbofied beauty squeaks and giggles at the sensation, but soon starts moaning again as the ointment is rubbed into her.

"A smooth cunny would suit you perfectly, hon. All the guys and girls will be lining up to fuck you. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being the slutty center of attention?" She asks as she starts fingering her faster and faster.

"Yeah!" Hilda gasps as she bucks against her invader, as dreams of being sandwiched between two, or maybe even three, totally buff guys dance in her head, each of them claiming one of her insatiable holes. "I wanna get stuffed!"

Hilda cries and creams as she cums her brains out, writhing about on the table like there's no tomorrow. Her whole crotch tingles in pleasure as the lotion works its magic on her.

"My, my, such a messy girl, let me get a towel," says Hilda's partner. She pulls out a small, bright pink and rubs it against her victim, wiping away all of Hilda's public hair in one sweeping motion and leaving behind a perfect pair of ripe, bald pussy lips. "MUCH better. Do you want to see?"

Hilda merely lies there, a stupid grin plastered across her face.

"Hmm, well, I guess you'll have plenty of time to look at it later," the woman says as she starts to undo Hilda's restraints and pull her now-perfectly manicured hands complete with big, delicate, hot pink-painted fingernails out of the bowls she had left them in.

Will she change anything else about Hilda?

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