A Machamp sat on the edge of a bed while Serena and Flannery, with their asses up in the air and leaking cum, sucked clean their master's cock, worshiping him after he ruined their asses with his monstrous double dicks. Each held a cock, slurping them down with even more devotion and frenzied, zealous reverence than Dawn and May could have. Experience drove them in it, the familiarity and passion of their surrender as cloying and as deranged as could be in proving just how much the two girls wanted to give in to all of this ugly surrender.
"Nothing' beats this," whined Marnie while she lay on another ratty old cot, her legs spread out and her hand between her legs to rub at her clit while a Machoke cock bulged out her belly. A different shiny Machoke, this one with a crimson hue, took to pounding the punk girl hard, and Marnie delighted in touching her clit as much as in touching the belly bulge that formed, unable to contain the spectacular, greedy excitement of letting this all carry her down. She was inconsolably broken, hopeless, moaning through confusion and loving how nice it felt to come apart.
Three Machoke took on Whitney at once while she was held up off the floor. One in her cunt and one in her mouth already forming a ferocious and formidable upside-down spitroast for her to have to deal with, but a third straddled her and wrangled her tits around his cock, thrusting harshly forward into her plush cleavage and putting her through her limits. There wasn't a shred of restraint behind what he was doing or how senseless this could all be. It was just a matter of using her completely, and in having the fun they craved while doing it.
