Dared into Her (TG Story) - Part 12

Dared into Her (TG Story)

By FemmeForge

It was supposed to be a stupid late-night joke — a drunk, mean-spirited dare to humiliate the shy virgin of the group.
One ritual. A mirror. A copper bowl. A “lust offering.”

Shy, dick-starved virgin Ethan never stood a chance once his friends found that shady “summon a succubus” ritual online.
They pin him in the spotlight, ripping into him with filthy jokes about how he’d look as a woman — huge, soft tits spilling over his hands, a fat jiggling ass you could bounce coins off, and a dripping little pussy just begging for the first cock that got near it. 

Ethan knew it was fake. His friends knew it was fake. That didn’t stop them from pinning him down in the filthiest way possible — teasing him, taunting him, painting vivid pictures of what he’d look like with fat tits, a perfect ass, and a dripping little pussy. They laughed, they dared, they pushed… until he said yes.

By the time it’s over, Ethan’s gone — replaced by a wide-eyed, soaking-wet slut who can barely stand without rubbing her thighs together.

Now Ethan is about to find out just how far a silly dare can go… and how hot, humiliating, and irreversible becoming the perfect fuckable plaything can really be.

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Part 12

Eliza’s palms slid down from her tits, fingers tracing the soft new lines of her waist, then lower, gliding over the obscene swell of her hips. Her reflection in the mirror was everything Ethan had once drooled over in silence: curves stacked high, tits heavy and bouncing, ass fat and swaying, lips pouty and wet.

Her breath came sharp and fast, every moan dripping heat, but inside she still clung to that last shred — Ethan’s voice, screaming this isn’t me, I’m not her, I don’t want this.

But it was fading.

The mirror showed no trace of him. No cock, no shoulders, no bland, invisible boy. Only Eliza — trembling, dripping, obscene.

And as her hands slid lower, cupping her fat ass and squeezing until the cheeks clapped, Ethan’s voice broke apart like glass.

Maybe it’s better this way… Maybe I was meant to be her… Maybe Ethan deserves to die.

Eliza tilted her head, licking her lips as her reflection winked back: sultry eyes, flushed cheeks, a woman built for lust. She swayed her hips slowly, deliberately, each movement making her tits bounce, making her ass wobble. Sensual. Pornographic.

A shaky laugh slipped out of her, followed by a moan that curled into words. “Mmm, god… this body… f-fuck, it’s making me so horny~.”

Cass’s jaw dropped into a wicked grin. “Ohhh my god. She’s admitting it. Listen to her — she’s wet just looking at herself.”

Mason’s breath grew ragged, his hand gripping his crotch through his jeans. “Fuck… keep going, Eliza. Show us. Show us how much you love it.”

Eliza dragged her nails down her thighs, bent forward to watch her tits hang heavy and obscene, then arched her back again so her ass popped round and high. Her own reflection made her gasp. Made her ache.

The last ember of Ethan’s shame guttered out. She was Eliza now. And Eliza wanted to be seen.

Eliza wanted to be worshipped.

And Eliza wanted to fuck.

Eliza leaned closer to the mirror, her breath fogging the glass as she dragged her fingers down the valley of her cleavage. Her tits flattened and spread against her own reflection, nipples grazing hard over the cold surface, leaving wet trails. She whimpered, the sound soft and slutty, her eyes half-lidded as if she were drunk on the sight of herself.

Her inner voice tried one last protest — stop, stop, don’t show them, don’t make it worse — but her hands betrayed her, sliding lower, tracing her cinched waist and flared hips. Her reflection was obscene, pornographic, every curve begging to be touched. And she couldn’t resist.

“Mmm, god… look at meee,” she moaned, cupping her fat ass and squeezing until it clapped in her palms. The sound echoed in the room, vulgar, wet. She bent forward slightly, watching her own tits hang heavy, nipples dragging down the glass in sticky circles. “I’m… I’m so fucking hot… fuck, it makes me horny just looking at myself.”

Cass let out a sharp laugh, but it was edged with awe. “Listen to her. She’s getting off on her own reflection. Ethan couldn’t even get a girl to look his way, and Eliza’s dripping just from seeing herself.”

Mason’s eyes were glued to her, his chest rising heavy. His voice cracked low, filthy. “Jesus Christ… she’s fucking herself with her own body. You’re gonna make me cum just watching.”

Eliza gasped, sliding her hand down between her thighs, cupping herself where her cock used to be. Her new slit was still tender, raw with its birth, but the touch sent a jolt of heat shooting up her spine. She whimpered louder, rubbing slowly, her reflection arching back at her like a porn clip she couldn’t pause.

She moaned into the mirror, lips brushing the glass, spit smearing across it as she kissed herself. “Ohhh fuck, Eliza’s such a slut… mmm, I’m so much hotter now… so wet… so fuckableee~.”

Her ass bounced against her own hand as she ground herself, every jiggle making Mason groan behind her. Cass’s laughter curled sharp in her ear: “There she is. Not a loser. Not a virgin. Just a self-obsessed little porn doll who can’t keep her hands off her own tits and cunt.”

And the worst part? Eliza liked it.

Her moans got louder. Needier. She was showing them — showing herself — exactly how horny this new body had made her.

Mason sat there at first, trying to smirk, trying to keep his usual cocky swagger as Eliza squished her fat tits against the mirror and moaned about how hot she’d become. But the longer he watched, the less control he had. His jeans were straining, his cock so hard it throbbed painfully against the zipper. He shifted in his seat, tried to adjust, but the bulge just grew, every bounce of Eliza’s tits and jiggle of her ass making him ache.

“F–fuck…” he hissed under his breath, pressing a palm down against himself like it might calm him. It didn’t. His pulse only pounded harder.

Cass caught the look and smirked wickedly. “Oh my god. Mason can’t even breathe. Look at him — he’s about to blow just watching you grope yourself, Eliza.”

Eliza gasped, dragging her nails over her nipples, pinching them until her back arched. Her moan spilled out high and needy, dripping sex. She pressed her ass out deliberately now, grinding her hips side to side as if to tempt him further. “Mmm, god… am I making you hard, Masonnn~? Is Eliza your little wetdream now?”

Mason’s throat worked, but no words came. He was too far gone. Every filthy joke, every cruel tease he’d used on Ethan before had collapsed into raw hunger. His head was empty except for one pounding, painful need: fuck her.

He doubled over slightly, groaning, one hand clawing at his thigh. His cock throbbed so hard it hurt, his balls drawn tight. “Sh–shit… I c–can’t… I can’t fucking—” He cut off with a low, animal sound, eyes locked on Eliza’s reflection as she squeezed her tits together and licked a long stripe between them.

Cass’s grin sharpened. “Holy shit, Mason. You’re broken. Look at you drooling over your best friend turned bitch goddess. He’s gone. You’ve lost him, Eliza.”

Mason’s breathing came ragged, sweat beading his brow. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t even put two words together. All he could do was stare at her — Ethan, his best friend, gone forever, replaced by a moaning, dripping dream made of tits and ass and need — and feel his cock pulse against his jeans like it was going to tear through.

Eliza moaned louder, pressing her ass out until the fat cheeks clapped against her thighs. “Ohhh god, look at you. You’re so hard for me, Masonnn. Does it hurt? Does my new body make your cock ache this bad?”

And Mason’s groan was answer enough.

Eliza pressed her tits harder to the mirror, nipples dragging wet circles on the glass, her breath fogging up her own reflection. Her hands slid down her waist, squeezing her fat ass until the cheeks rippled in her palms. Her moans were shameless now, every sound a sugar-slick whimper dripping heat.

“Ohhh f–fuck,” she gasped, her head tilting back, throat arched long and smooth. “This body… mmmhhnn~… it’s making me crave something…” She dragged her nails up her thighs, spreading herself wider, ass bouncing as she rolled her hips. “…something much more masculine to fuck meee~.”

Her words hit Mason like a hammer. His whole body jolted, his cock twitching so hard it hurt. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white, as though he needed to physically restrain himself from pouncing on her.

Cass barked a laugh, her grin feral. “Ohhh, hear that? She’s begging. She’s not even pretending anymore. Eliza wants cock. Real cock. Masculine cock.”

Eliza moaned again, twisting her tits together, licking her own cleavage in the mirror as if mocking herself. Her eyes rolled back, her body swaying with obscene need. “Mmm, god, I don’t wanna touch myself anymore… I want a man. I want him to spank me, grab me, use meee~.”

Mason groaned low in his chest, his voice ragged, desperate. “F–fuck… I can’t take this…” He was hunched forward, sweat dripping down his temple, his cock straining so painfully it was dizzying. His eyes never left her, locked on her bouncing tits and swaying ass like he’d never seen a woman before in his life.

Cass smirked, circling them like a shark. “Poor Mason. All those years of jokes, all that teasing — and now he’s about to explode because his buddy’s a dripping little slut who wants to be fucked stupid.”

Eliza whimpered into the mirror, grinding herself against the glass, tits squishing wide as her hips rolled. “Mmmnhhh… I need it… I need cock. A big, strong man to break me in this bodyyy~.”

Mason’s jaw snapped shut like he was holding back a growl. His legs shook, every nerve screaming to give in.

Eliza pressed her tits so hard into the mirror that the glass squealed, nipples smeared in spit and sweat. Her tongue dragged across her reflection, her own moans echoing back at her. She twisted her hips, ass bouncing heavy behind her, then turned her head just enough to lock eyes with Mason.

Her lips trembled, pouty and swollen, but the words tumbled out anyway, warped into a desperate moan.
“Mmmnhhh, Masonnn… show me. Show me your big, fat cock. I need to see it… I need to know what’s gonna fuck this new bodyyy.”

Mason froze like he’d been shot. His breath came ragged, chest heaving, eyes wide and glassy. For a second he looked like he might resist, like he might still try to play it cool. But his cock had other plans — it throbbed painfully in his jeans, so swollen it felt like it was tearing at the seams.

Cass let out a sharp laugh, clapping her hands. “Oh my god. She broke you. Your little buddy begged and now look at you — you’re about to whip it out like a fucking teenager at prom.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Mason growled through clenched teeth — but it was already too late. His hands were at his belt, tugging frantically, the metal buckle clattering against itself as he fumbled with the button. His jeans strained as he dragged the zipper down, the bulge so obscene it pushed the denim apart before he even freed it.

Eliza gasped, one hand squeezing her tits tighter, the other sliding down between her thighs as she leaned back from the mirror to watch. “Yessss, show meee. I wanna see the cock that’s gonna ruin meee.”

Mason groaned low, primal, as he shoved his jeans down to his thighs. His boxers barely contained the beast straining inside, a fat, twitching outline that made Cass actually whistle.

“Holy shit,” Cass laughed, eyes wide. “You’ve been sitting on that monster this whole time? No wonder she’s begging.”

Mason’s breath hitched, and with one rough yank he pulled his waistband down. His cock sprang free, thick, veiny, flushed dark with need, slapping up hard against his stomach with a wet smack of precum.

Eliza moaned so loud it was almost a scream, her knees trembling as her eyes locked on it. “Ohhh goddd~! It’s so big… fatter than my tits, harder than my ass can take… I want it, I need it inside meee~!”

Mason gripped the base in his fist, panting hard, precum already running over his knuckles. He glared at her, his voice guttural, broken. “You asked for it, princess. Now you’re gonna get it.”

Mason stepped closer, cock in hand, his knuckles slick with precum. His chest heaved, breath rough, and his eyes burned into Eliza like she wasn’t his best friend anymore — she was prey. She was meat. She was his new toy.

Eliza whimpered, tits mashed against the mirror, her big ass swaying behind her like it was begging to be claimed. “Mmmnhhh, Masonnn~… please, it’s so big… I can’t stop staring…”

He grinned, feral, and slapped his cock against her tits. SMACK. The heavy shaft bounced off her left breast, making it wobble obscenely against the glass. She moaned instantly, high and desperate, pressing harder against the mirror.

“Ohhh fuckkkk! Do it againnnn!”

Mason obliged, swinging his hips and letting his cock slap across both tits this time. SMACK-SMACK. Her breasts clapped together from the weight, nipples smearing precum against the mirror.

Cass cackled from the side, voice sharp and cruel. “Look at her! She’s drooling over your cock like it’s dessert. God, Eliza, you’re not even human anymore — you’re a fucktoy with tits.”

Eliza moaned louder, dragging her tongue across the glass where Mason’s cock had smeared precum. “Mmmnnhhh, yesss… I’m your fucktoy, Masonnn~ slap me harder with it!”

He growled low, giving her what she wanted. His cock slapped down against her cleavage, then across her cheek, smearing her pouty lips. Each wet smack made her squeal, her nipples dragging hard against the glass.

“Goddamn…” Mason muttered, grinding the fat shaft across her face before pulling back. “You like being marked with cock, huh? You like wearing me before I even fuck you?”

Eliza gasped, squishing her tits together for him, licking the precum that dripped down her chin. “Mmmm, yes yes yes! Cover me with it, Masonnnn! I want it alllll over meee~!”

Cass shook her head, still laughing but with a husky edge. “Jesus Christ. She’s begging to be painted before you even put it in.”

Mason stepped back half a stride, eyes dropping to her ass. Her fat cheeks wobbled as she squirmed, presenting without realizing it. He slapped his cock down hard across her ass. THWAP. The sound echoed, her ass jiggling wildly.

Eliza squealed and moaned all at once. “AHhhhnnn! Ohhh god, it’s sooo heavyyy!”

Mason smirked, cock slapping across her ass again and again, watching it ripple like waves. “That’s right, princess. This dick’s bigger than anything you ever dreamed of. And it’s about to own this ass.”

Eliza’s nails scraped the mirror, tits squished and nipples aching. “Mmmnhhh, pleaseee, Masonnn! Don’t just tease meee! I need it sooo bad, make me your slut with that fat cockkk~!”

Mason rubbed the tip along the cleft of her ass, smearing precum between her cheeks, his jaw tight as he held himself back.

Cass leaned in, whispering cruelly. “Beg louder, Eliza. Make him believe you’re nothing but a hole for his cock.”

Eliza moaned, face pressed to the mirror, tits dragging down the glass. “I’m nothing but a slut for you, Masonnn! Spank me with your cock, mark me, make me yours, pleaaaseee!”

Mason’s cock twitched hard against her ass, the tip already leaking more down her crack. His grin sharpened, hungry.

Mason’s grip tightened around his shaft, veins bulging as he dragged it up from Eliza’s wobbling ass to the small of her back, then slid it higher still until the fat tip bumped into the valley of her cleavage.

“Hold those fat tits together, princess,” he growled. “I want to see what this cock looks like buried in ‘em.”

Eliza moaned, spinning clumsily from the mirror so her back pressed to the glass instead. Her tits bounced heavy, swollen, nipples flushed and aching as she pressed them together with trembling arms. The sheer weight nearly spilled out of her grip, but she forced them up, making a deep valley of hot, slick flesh.

“M-Masonnnn…” she whimpered, voice breaking into a moan. “Fuck my titties… I need to feel it between themmm.”

Cass barked out a filthy laugh, eyes wide. “Oh my god. Look at her. Holding those fat milk-pillows like a pro. Ethan couldn’t even jack off right, but Eliza? She’s begging to get titfucked.”

“Shut up,” Mason muttered, stepping in close. His cock slapped down across her tits with a wet SMACK. Precum streaked her cleavage, dripping down to her belly. Eliza moaned at the sound, squeezing harder, making her tits swallow the shaft from the sides.

“Ohhhh fuckkkk!” she squealed, rocking her body in rhythm. “It’s sooo big, I can’t even see the tipppp!”

Mason growled, thrusting forward. His cock slid between her tits, the swollen head poking out just below her chin before vanishing again into the squishy heat. Every stroke smeared precum up her chest, slicking her cleavage.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, voice raw. “You were born for this. Those aren’t tits — they’re cocksleeves. Look at them choke my dick.”

Eliza threw her head back, moaning long and sweet, grinding her tits up and down his shaft with each thrust. Her nipples rubbed against his skin, leaking precum and sweat together into a sticky mess.

Cass leaned closer, voice sharp and cruel. “You hear that, Eliza? He doesn’t even see you as a person anymore. Just a pair of fat fuck-pillows.”

“Yes! Yessss!” Eliza cried, not even denying it. Her voice cracked into a porn-star wail. “I’m your toy, Masonnnn fuck my big boobies, cover my face, make me a slut foreverrr~!”

Mason groaned, his cock swelling harder in her cleavage. He slammed his shaft down between her tits, smearing the head across her chin, then slapped it against her lips. SMACK. Precum streaked her mouth.

Eliza gasped, then giggled breathlessly, licking the mess without thinking. “Mmmmhnn tastes sooo dirtyyyy”

Her tits jiggled obscenely with each thrust, flesh clapping wetly against Mason’s stomach. She moaned, squealed, begged louder, squeezing them so tight that every push dragged the fat head out just enough to smack against her chin or lips before disappearing again.

Mason’s growl deepened, primal, every thrust rougher. “Goddamn… I could do this all night. Fuck these tits till my cock disappears. Cover your stupid pretty face in my cum and make you lick it off.”

Eliza’s eyes rolled back, voice breaking into desperate sob-moans. “Yesss! Yessss, Masonnnn! Cum on my face, mark me, make me your titfuck slut, pleaaaseee!”

Cass laughed sharp and filthy, her voice dripping with scorn. “Hear her? She’s not even pretending to resist anymore. She loves it. Loves being reduced to a pair of tits wrapped around cock.”

Eliza whined high, squeezing harder, her arms trembling with the effort. “I love it! I love itttt! I’m just a slut with fat titties for your cock, Masonnnn!”

Mason’s cock twitched violently between her tits, smearing fresh precum up her throat as his breath caught ragged. He was close, too close, his balls heavy and aching as they slapped against her belly.

Mason had both hands on her tits now, mashing them together so tight the head of his cock bulged out from the top like it was trying to escape. His breath came ragged, nostrils flaring, sweat dripping down his forehead. Every thrust made a sticky, obscene squelch as precum leaked into her cleavage, slicking the valley into a slippery sheath.

Eliza whined, back arched against the mirror, tits bouncing with each slam. Her arms had fallen useless to her sides, letting Mason use her chest like equipment. Her pouty lips trembled as his shaft smeared across her chin, leaving streaks of precum that glistened under the candlelight.

“Masonnnn” she moaned, voice breaking into something needy and pathetic. “I can’t believe… I’m just… a pair of tits for your cockkkk!”

Mason snarled low, leaning down, his mouth close to her ear. “Not even a pair of tits. You’re a hole. A set of pillows. A cock sleeve with legs.” He slammed forward, making the fat head slap against her cheek. SMACK. His cock twitched so hard he almost spilled, but he grit his teeth, choking it back with a growl.

Cass cackled, biting her knuckle as she watched. “Holy shit, he’s edging himself on your chest. Do you even get it, Eliza? He’s using you like furniture. That’s all you are now.”

Eliza moaned louder, her thighs rubbing together involuntarily, ass jiggling against the mirror. “I ammm! I’m just furniture for cock! Just Mason’s titfuck toy, ahhhhnnnn!”

Mason groaned, pumping faster, his balls tightening. He stopped suddenly, grabbing his shaft and yanking it free from her slippery tits. The fat head hovered over her mouth, leaking strings of precum that clung to her lips. Eliza instinctively licked at them, eyes dazed.

“You want me to cum already?” he hissed, voice ragged. “Want me to paint that pretty face? Cover your stupid slut mouth? Fill your cleavage until it drips down your belly?”

“Yes! Yes, Masonnnn!” she squealed, hands flying back up to squeeze her tits together again. Her fat nipples brushed his shaft, sending shocks up her body. “Make a mess of meee! I want it so bad—ahhhhnnnn~!”

But Mason just snarled and pulled back, slapping his cock against her tits instead of giving her release. SMACK. SMACK. Each hit made her breasts ripple, jiggle, and bounce wildly.

Eliza screamed, half in frustration, half in ecstasy. “Fuuuuck, why won’t youuu?! I need itttt!”

“Because you don’t deserve it yet,” Mason spat, grinding his shaft between her tits again, precum bubbling down her sternum. “You’re gonna say it louder. Gonna beg harder. Admit what you are until I decide you’ve earned my cum.”

Cass laughed, clapping her hands together mockingly. “Oh, I love this. Make her crawl for it. Make her say she’s nothing but a cock rag.”

Eliza’s eyes rolled back as Mason shoved deep into her cleavage, her nipples scraping the base of his shaft, her chest bouncing in helpless rhythm. Her voice shattered into sobbing moans. “I’m your cock ragggg! Your titfuck slutttt! Please, Mason, cum all over meeee~!”

Mason groaned so hard it rattled in his chest. He was right at the edge — twitching, pulsing, every nerve begging him to let go — but he forced it back, slamming himself deeper between her tits.

Her fat breasts clapped together with every thrust, spraying precum up her throat. Eliza licked at it blindly, moaning louder, tears streaking down her cheeks. “Pleeeaassseee! I can’t take it anymore, I need your cum, Masonnnnn!”

And still Mason edged, refusing to give her the satisfaction — until her begging broke into pure, filthy babbling.

Mason’s cock slapped down against Eliza’s tits so hard the sound echoed in the living room — a deep, wet SMACK that made her heavy breasts wobble violently side to side. Fat jiggles rolled across her chest, nipples bouncing out of rhythm, her cleavage glistening with spit and precum.

She gasped, then moaned as another slap landed. SMACK. Then another. SMACK-SMACK. Her tits rippled like obscene water balloons, crashing together around his shaft each time he lined up and ground down through them again.

“Look at ‘em bounce,” Mason rasped, voice ragged with lust, sweat dripping down his forehead. His grip clamped hard around the base of his cock to keep from blowing, the veins pulsing like live wires. “You see that, Cass? Fucking perfect. They’re so fat they clap on their own.”

Cass cackled, leaning forward, eyes glued to the obscene sight. “She’s got pornstar udders. And you’re not even cumming on them yet. You’re just bullying them.”

Eliza sobbed, her lips glistening as she tried to form words between moans. “P-please… Mason… stop teasing, I can’t—ahhhhnnn~!” But her body betrayed her, shoving her tits together, thrusting her chest forward, grinding herself against his cock like she wanted more punishment.

Mason grinned wolfishly, then pressed his cock deep into her cleavage again, holding her tits together with both hands, squeezing until her nipples turned purple-pink against his chest. He thrust hard, so hard the fat head popped out the top of her tits and slapped against her chin.

“Open your mouth,” he growled.

Eliza obeyed instantly, lips parting with a pornographic moan. Mason slapped the head against her tongue, precum stringing across her lips, then shoved it back between her tits. THRMP. THRMP. Her breasts squelched around him, rippling violently as she whimpered.

“You hear those sounds?” he hissed through clenched teeth, dragging his shaft up and down her spit-slick cleavage. “That’s the sound of your body turning into a fucking toy. Tits so fat I could lose my cock in them. Tits made to swallow cum.”

Cass laughed, biting her knuckle, her smirk cruel. “She’s not even a person anymore. Just a titfuck machine. You could shoot five loads between those and she’d still beg for more.”

“Y-yes!” Eliza screamed, the curse twisting her moans into eager confessions. “I’m your titfuck machine! Masonnnn, use my fat tits, ruin meee~!”

Her breasts clapped louder with each thrust now, bouncing so wildly that sweat sprayed off her cleavage and spattered the mirror. Mason slammed harder, grinding, slapping, even dragging her tits up against his stomach just to hear her squeal when the weight of them pulled back down.

Her nipples jutted out, puffy, dripping, rubbing against his shaft each time he squeezed her tighter. The obscene squelch of titflesh milking his cock filled the room, louder than her sobs, louder than Cass’s cruel laughter.

Mason’s jaw clenched, his eyes glassy, his breath a ragged snarl. “You want me to cum, princess? You want me to paint this pretty face and drown these fat fucking udders?”

Eliza cried out, bouncing her tits against him frantically. “Yes, yes, please Mason, cover meee~! Fill me, paint me, I need it, I need it sooo bad~!”

But Mason just grit his teeth, slammed her tits together even tighter, and edged harder — refusing to let go, dragging it out until her heavy tits bounced like wrecking balls and she was babbling nonsense through sobs and moans.

Mason’s hips slammed harder, his cock disappearing between Eliza’s tits in sloppy, wet thrusts that made her breasts wobble like obscene jelly. The fat mounds clapped together around him, slick with spit and precum, the squelch echoing with every violent grind.

His jaw was clenched so tight it looked like it hurt, his breath rasping in ragged snarls. “Fffuck—fuck, Eliza—your tits are—goddamn—too fucking much!”

Her face was red and wet, tits crushed around his cock as she moaned high and shameless, her tongue lolling against the fat head whenever it popped up past her cleavage. “Mmmm Masonnnn! Please, I need it, cum for meee! Make a mess of your slut’s fat tits, pleaaaseee~!”

Cass barked out a laugh, but even her tone cracked with disbelief. “Holy shit—he’s gone. Look at him, he’s fucking lost in those cow tits!”

Mason threw his head back, a guttural growl ripping from his throat. His cock twitched violently between her tits, the fat shaft swelling, veins bulging, precum pouring down into her cleavage in hot strings. His thrusts went wild—sloppy, desperate, more like he was rutting than fucking.

“Ahhh—ahhh fuckkk—Elizaaa—!” he moaned, voice breaking, raw and desperate.

And then he broke.

With one last savage thrust, his cock burst free of her tits and erupted across her face. Thick, hot ropes of cum painted her cheek, her lips, her lashes, dripping into her hair. The next spurt blasted down across her cleavage, streaking her bouncing tits, dripping down between them in obscene, pearly rivers.

Eliza squealed in delight, squishing her tits together to smear it across her skin. “Ohhh fuuuck yessss! Paint me Masonnnn, make me filthy, make me your dirty titfuck sluttt!”

Mason doubled over her, snarling through clenched teeth as his cock kept spurting, cum splattering her throat, her tits, streaking across her swollen nipples until they glistened wet. His hips jerked with every pulse, his voice cracking into loud, shameless moans.

“Goddamn—fuuuck—your tits—fuck, they’re perfect—made for this—ahhhhhh!”

Cass clapped mockingly, eyes wide, smirk feral. “Oh my god. He’s drowning you. Look at you, Eliza—face glazed, tits dripping, begging for more. You’re not his friend anymore—you’re his cumdump.”

Eliza licked her lips, tongue dragging across the mess on her face, swallowing noisily as she shivered. Her voice dripped with sultry heat, trembling and ruined. “Mmmmhnnn yesss! Mason’s little cumdump with the fattest tits… I love it, I love it sooo muchhh!”

Mason sagged back, cock twitching, still drooling the last streaks across her chest. His eyes were glazed, his body trembling like he’d just poured his entire soul into her tits.

And Eliza? She leaned into the mirror, smearing cum across her own reflection with her tits, her lips parted in a pornographic moan as she whispered:

“Ethan’s gone… Eliza’s here now… and she’s never going back~.”

To be continued...