Rage Fuck

Greg’s face twisted from shock into pure, dark fury. His eyes locked on the scene—his girlfriend still seated on Bill’s soft, feminine body, that pathetic little three-inch pecker still buried inside her, twitching and dribbling the last watery spurts of cum. Bill’s new tits heaved with every panicked breath. His smooth hips and rounded ass were on full display. The pretty, soft face that used to belong to his roommate was flushed with post-orgasm shame.

“You fucking little bitch,” Greg growled.

He didn’t wait. In three long strides he was at the bed. One hand tangled hard in Bill’s soft new hair and yanked his head back. The other shoved Julianne’s hip so she stayed exactly where she was—still impaled on Bill’s tiny, spent cock.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Greg snarled at both of them. “You stay on that little clitty, Jules. I want him to feel every second of this while I use his throat.”

Julianne’s eyes widened, but a wicked little smile curled her lips. She rolled her hips once, grinding her cum-slick pussy down harder on Bill’s soft package, trapping him completely. Bill whimpered, the sound high and helpless.

Greg already had his cock out—thick, heavy, fully hard. He slapped the hot length across Bill’s soft, girly face, smearing precum over those fuller lips.

“Open,” he ordered.

Bill hesitated for half a second. Greg’s fist tightened in his hair and forced his mouth open. The fat head pushed past Bill’s lips and kept going, stretching his jaw, sliding over his tongue until the blunt tip jammed against the back of his throat. Bill gagged hard. Tears sprang to his eyes. His tiny dick, still buried inside Julianne, gave a pathetic twitch.

Greg didn’t give him time to adjust. He started fucking Bill’s throat in deep, punishing strokes, using that soft new face like a cheap toy. Every thrust forced Bill’s nose into Greg’s pubic hair. Every withdrawal left thick strings of spit and precum hanging from Bill’s chin. Bill’s soft new tits bounced with the force. His slender throat bulged visibly around the thick shaft.

Julianne moaned at the sight and started riding again, slow and filthy, milking Bill’s spent little pecker while her boyfriend skull-fucked him. She leaned down, grabbed Bill’s soft chest, and pinched the sensitive little nubs.

“Look at you,” she breathed. “Getting your throat destroyed while your cute little dick is still inside me. Such a perfect little dickgirl.”

Bill could only choke and sob around the cock filling his mouth. His soft body was completely trapped—Julianne’s wet heat around his tiny shaft, Greg’s thick cock stretching his throat open. Spit ran down his chin and dripped onto his puffy chest. His eyes watered. His soft hips jerked uselessly every time Greg bottomed out.

Greg leaned over him, voice low and vicious.

“This is what you get for sticking that worthless little clitty in my girl. You’re gonna take every inch until I decide you’re done. And you’re gonna keep that soft body right where it is while I do it.”

He slammed in harder, balls slapping against Bill’s chin, throat convulsing around him. Julianne kept grinding, chasing her own pleasure on Bill’s trapped, sensitive little cock, moaning louder every time Bill’s body jerked from another deep throat-fuck.

Bill’s pretty new face was a mess of tears, spit, and precum. His soft tits jiggled. His tiny dick throbbed helplessly inside Julianne’s cum-filled pussy. And Greg showed no sign of slowing down.

The wet, filthy sounds of throat-fucking and slow riding filled the room as Greg used Bill’s soft, feminized body exactly the way he wanted.