“Thank you,” she finally wheezes, looking back to Cindy. “They did turn out well, but I probably won’t do something like this so late again.”
Not yet done with these friends, I circle around a bit.
Cindy sits sideways to look at Tifa, and as my hands caress her hips and I guide her up, she follows very passively, continuing to notice little about the way I bother her.
It seems if I don’t directly talk to someone, they will simply just let me do what I want without really paying much attention to me, which bodes well for what I have in mind for her and her hot ass.
I undo the belt around her narrow hips and start to push down her very short jean shorts and the panties whose band sticks up over the edge due to just how small her shorts are, and expose a perfectly perky and fuckable ass.
I shove her forward, a hand grabbing at her hair to tug it back a bit as I get her onto her hands and knees on the bench, still facing toward Tifa but with her ass ready for me to claim.
I climb up onto the bench a bit, taking my cock in hand and guiding it up to her tip, bracing myself for a hard thrust.
“Yeah, I learned that after last summer’s fiasco with the Harley Quinn costume, and I don’t think I’m going to–fuck, it’s so big! I won’t make that mistake ever again with costumes.” Cindy screams in searing shock as my cock buries itself into her ass with one hard stroke and begins to feverishly pound her tight backside without hesitation.
I can’t interrupt her too much with my cock, even though I am going fast and hard with the kind of vengeful recklessness that she really did nothing to deserve, but I’m in too deep to stop now.
Power Girl’s tits, Juliet’s pussy, Tifa’s face… It’s been a steady escalation of harshness step by step until finally I’ve come to Cindy’s ass, and I show it the roughest fucking, I can possibly muster.
It just all happens so fluidly. The cosplayers continue to talk about gloves and whatever and last minute props like there’s nothing happening here at all, even though Tifa has a face blasted with spunk and drool all over her top, and Cindy’s ass is stretched out around my cock.
They both just sit there, completely confident in their nonchalance and their acceptance of what’s happening as nothing seems at all off about this, all while more people walk past the chaos with a similarly casual sense of moving on to whatever they’re doing with their days.
It’s a bit disorienting in practice, as I pound into Cindy hard enough for her to whine and hiss, for her words to buck off and trail mid sentence into frustrated little peeks toward reality before she veers back on track and continues talking about her cosplay some more.
It’s hot, but it’s frustrating, the dissonance of what happens proves a bit dizzying to handle.
Well, It doesn’t stop me from thrusting, though, as Cindy’s tight, hot ass continues to clench down around my cock, her body waving as I fuck her raw and nothing seems to be slowing down at all.
I show her my worst, and my worst is pretty hard all things considered, but she holds out through it all like only someone whose mind is devoted to continuing on like this is a normal thing to have to happen can.
There’s so little that makes sense about it, but in the end, it hardly matters one way or another.
I’m having too much fun to care as I slam forward, burying my cock deep into Cindy’s ass one last time as with a hard groan I lose myself, pumping her tight back door full of hot, creamy spunk that, as I draw out of her, immediately begins to leak down out of her gaping hole.
I stumble back a little bit, and Christine leans against me, smiling as she gives me a quick reacharound from behind and some cheek kisses.
“How do you feel right now?” she asks.
“Like I just fucked four women in rapid succession and didn’t even scratch the surface,” I reply with an eager groan.
Her strokes certainly feel nice as I stand before the two talking women, letting Christine keep jerking my cock off as I stand between Tifa and Cindy, their conversation having survived a face fuck and hard anal just fine, so it’s not much trouble at all for them to continue talking with as Christine jerking me off in their faces.
“There are so many cosplayers left to fuck,” Christine agrees, purring into my ear as she keeps stroking, occasionally pushing me forward to slap my dick against both their faces.
“But that’s okay, you just keep going at this pace and I’ll keep watching you fuck them all; this is a good pattern, and I like it.” She strokes faster and faster, and that makes me groan in her hand as she services me.
“It’s hot watching you fuck other women, after all.” This is maybe why she’s so happy to remain largely hands off and let me enjoy myself, peeking in only in little bursts here and there.
Even now, as she jerks me off, it’s hardly the kind of indulgence she could be enjoying, and the kind I would honestly be all too happy to give her, given that she’s a bombshell who’s crashed into my life riding on depravity and madness.
Whatever the case, as long as Christine keeps encouraging and cultivating this special kind of fucked up, I’m going to keep enjoying it, and with a hot groan, I find myself coming unraveling, blowing my load all over Cindy’s face.
She moves my cock around a little bit to really get the thick ropes of spunk gushing from your tip all over her face, making sure to get a nice, heavy coating on Cindy so that she matches Tifa.
Cindy doesn’t even blink in the process, remaining steadily in place even as she takes the gooey facial.
It doesn’t bother her at all, and the little bit in the end that lands into her mouth, she swallows down mid-sentence.
“Come on, let’s go get a bite to eat,” Christine coos as I leave the two facialed Final Fantasy cosplayers behind.
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