Plans for the night

From Torg Adventure

Dani was the first to come back to her senses after the non-stop fucking of the day. She disentangled herself from the guys and she stood up, feeling massive globs of cum rolling out of her ass and swampy slit, coating her thighs in a sheen so thick it looked like donut glazing. Lee and Osman followed suit, but not before each of them were covered in big drops of jizz and pussy juice as the office slut stood and moved.

"Well, this outfit is ruined," Dani said with a laugh. Lee and Osman nodded, their heads still fogged by the sleepy lust of their massive orgasms.

"Might as well take it off then," Lee quipped. Dani arched an eyebrow and with a succubus grin, did exactly that. Her blouse and bra hit the floor after a few deft movements, her dark nipples dancing deliciously on her firm tits as she jiggled with the motions of disrobing. She shimmied her thighs back and forth as she worked her skirt down over her curvacious hips and it pooled around her feet. The little dance she did while the skirt succumbed to gravity made even more of the thick mess of man goo and pussy juice roll out of her pussy and ass.

It looked like someone had spilled a milk shake in her crotch.

"Well boys," she said, staring at the two men who had an expression of lusty amusement on their faces. We can't really ruin the outfit anymore and it's off, just like you said," she added. She moved over to the desk and sat on it, splaying her legs. Cum started to slowly pool under her ass, rolling out of her abused holes slowly.

"Now, I want to go out tonight. You guys pick the club," she said, her fingers teasing up her cum coated thighs to her brown outer lips. The trail of clean skin left behind by her touch was slowly swallowed by the mess of cum coating her flesh. "Oh, and you have to get me out of here without getting seen, 'cause I'm not putting those filthy fucking clothes back on."

Lee and Osman grinned, looking between each other and the half-Asian girl as two fingers pushed into her cunt, squishing in the juices inside her. The gears in their head were clearly turning.


What's the exit strategy?

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