My Cheating Girlfriend and her Conqueror

My phone went off in the middle of class, the low buzzing attracting annoyed glances from my classmates who wanted to focus on the lecture rather than me and my boring personal life.

Boring except in one aspect: My bombshell of a girlfriend. Orihime was everything you could wish for in a woman.

Wide child-bearing hips, a massive rack and jiggly cheeks of the juiciest ass one could imagine. Additionally a cute face and an innocent, caring personality which absolutely screamed vanilla but also ensured that she wouldn’t cheat on me.

Exactly this girlfriend had sent me a photo in the midst of school and without dreading anything horrible I clicked on the hidden snap, my eyes mindlessly ripping themselves open as I watched the picture in fright and ecstasy alike.

The picture was very dark, almost intentionally so, but I faintly recognised the furniture from my girlfriend’s house in the expensive, wealthy region north of the river. Beneath a dimly shining designer lamp lay Orihime in all her glory sideways on her elbows, her gigantic tits sagging towards the floor as gravity took its toll on the puffy beauties while her pink pussy lips screamed at me, thick from great amounts of rushing blood, protruding from their hairy orange jungle of pubic hair, a display of her aching arousal.

But her naked body, even though alluring and stunning, didn’t amaze me this much, mainly due to the fact that I saw it every other night.

Yet her whole body in its full, naked glory was coated in a thick layer of white goo, of sticky jizz, of pure, fertile cum.

There was so much of it, it seemed that at some points like her deep cleavage or in her belly button it stacked and grew to a thickness of a whole inch or more!

Flabbergasted by the erotic sight before me, I scrutinized every nook and cranny of Orihime’s body, the picture visibly showing the viscous layer of joghurt-like fakecum which covered her body from head to toe, even her eyelids and mouth were covered in it as she groggily held it open, showing me how filled with cum it was, how the babybatter overflowed from her naughty, gluttonous maw which begged for the potent milk.

Accompanying the picture was the title: “Do you think I look better this way, honey?”

A striking, yet absolutely hot question which I happily agreed with, my sweaty fingers running up and down my Iphone’s display, typing in the words: “Yes I do.”

But a last appeal, a last bit of rationality remained in my mind as a question pounded within my racing thoughts and even above my raging boner which usually clouded any logical doubts.

“How did you find so much fakecum?”

“Easy, I asked Yoruichi whether she had any spare cum and she actually had some. Very much actually. So much that our whole bathroom may be submerged in it.”

The answer confused and calmed me at the same time.

Why would Yoruichi, the dark-skinned, shy beauty of our school be friends with Orihime?

Why would she have gallons of fake cum in storage?

Why was she so open with it as if nothing was wrong?