She stops to join in
From Torg Adventure
The car pulls to a stop by the side of the road. None of the girls notice and Justin’s too busy fucking them all to notice if a tank drove over his left foot.
Rachael opens the door and says, “Do you mind if I join you?”
Before you can respond one of the Anns being fingered by Justin haughtily says, “Hell no, trailer trash! Get back in the driver’s seat, where servants belong!”
The commotion causes Corrine to slow her pace on your cock. If she would stop it would be disappointing, but the sensation of going up and down so slowly is maddening.
Rachael looks like she’s about to cry, so you focus and put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. “Ann, I invited her to come back here. She can join the orgy if she wants to.”
“No!” says the Ann riding Justin’s face. “We don’t *want* to do stuff with her! She was always so stuck up when she was rich.”
Rachael looks confused, which isn’t surprising since she doesn’t remember being rich. You don’t want more girls making demands on your powers, so you wish she and Corrine just wouldn’t notice stuff like that. You turn back to the Anns and try to keep from sounding annoyed. “Look, you might be in an orgy with her whether you want to or not. I could *make* you like-“
Mumble noises from Justin cut you off, but you can’t make them out through his girlfriend’s pussy.
“What did you say?” you ask.
Ann lifts off his face so he can speak. “I said not to do anything to my girlfriends’ heads! I like them the way they are.”
You sigh as all four blonde girls stick their tongues out at Rachael. Corrine kisses your neck, which combined with her glacially slow bouncing on your cock makes it hard to think.
“All right, fine!" you blurt out. "No mental changes. Anns, here’s the deal. I want Rachael to join us. So how about I make you all really rich in exchange for you not putting up a fuss about it?”
“But you already made us rich.”
“Only kinda. You’re ‘small town’ rich. I’m saying I’ll make you guys ‘spoiled heiresses’ rich. You’ll have your own clothing lines and the paparazzi will follow you around. Girls all over the country will wish they were as spoiled as you.”
Corrine loses interest in the squabble and increases her pace again. Her long black hair bounces erotically.
Justin’s face scrunches up with concern as he thinks over your proposal. “I don’t know. That sounds like they wouldn’t have much time for me-mumfff!” The Ann above his head sits back down on his face as the girls look at each other.
Do they take the deal?
