Chapter 1 - Kyedae's "Cooking" Stream

A pair of white shorts snagged around an ankle drag across the gray tile floor. They continue shuffling around, vibrating in a steady, rhythmic motion as the owner’s foot has to continually change positions for comfortability. Soft pants, inaudible to anyone waiting outside the stall unless they had their ear pressed against the door, occupied the most space in the bathroom, even more than your warm bodies pressing into each other. 
“oh fuck… oh fuck…”

Emily whispered into your ear as you pinned her against the wall. You lifted one of her legs against the side of your waist, leaving her balance leaning entirely on you. Her hands wrapped around your neck to ease the burden of steadying herself, but you were doing most of the lifting yourself with your impressive eight-inch cock. Huffing and grunting, you ferociously continued fucking her into the wall. 
*splaT*
A burst of clear liquid made contact with the ground. It sprinkled the two of your footwear with her juices. Emily came to a quiet orgasm, bringing a mouth over her hand to, poorly, stifle the moans. There’s no mistaking her gaze, though. The desperate, shaking pupils begging you to hold them as her hand tightens its grip on your shoulder. You continue fucking your enormous package into her smooth pussy. Crashing into her womb. Battering it. Pressing against it for illicit pleasures.
How’d you find yourself in this situation again? You recall the miraculous set of circumstances which seem to become more and more ordinary by the day at this point. 
—
*knock* *knock*
“Fuslie, you in there?”
“...fuc–!...” A quiet voice piped up, interrupting themselves mid-moan. Fuslie gathered her bearings as you hastily pulled out of her pussy. You were pounding her doggy style into the bathroom door, becoming startled once the knocks started. Thick, white strings of semen caught themselves from her folds to the tip of your cock. 
“Y-yeah, just messing around with my hair!”
“Great, I can come in then.”
“Wai–”
You got a feeling of deja vu, seeing yet another woman who could easily work as a model walk in on you having sex with another woman of the same caliber. Both you and Fuslie pulled your pants up, but your heart sank quickly upon the realization that Fuslie’s assistant, Emily, would’ve seen everything since the two of you were slow on the draw.
“Hem, hem,” Fuslie coughed, trying to bring the attention away, “Well, you have it from here Emily! Take him on the tour.”
Fuslie awkwardly skirted around a still Emily to exit. 
“I’ll, uh, be going now.” 
She waved at you on the way out, from behind Emily, and you could see coated on the tips of her fingers were the familiar white stains you planted deep inside of her stomach. She sucked them clean while walking away, giving a flirtatious wink.
Ignoring the hard-on Fuslie’s sexual act gave you, you hastily turned your attention to Emily. How would you smooth this over? Last time, things just worked themselves out. There’s no way you’d be that lucky a second time, would you? Unbeknownst to you at the time were the intricacies of your hidden ability, and you genuinely thought you were going to be in trouble. It didn’t help that Emily walked into the bathroom without saying a word, locking the door behind her. Silence from a woman’s scorn is often more frightening than ferocious words.
Of course, you worried a bit less, once she pulled her top off above her head and went in for a kiss while dropping her shorts.
—
“Holy shit, fuck, get under me,” you moaned, pulling back to let her stand on her own two feet again.
Emily obediently did as instructed, sexily squatting on her two feet while looking up at you. You looked up to the ceiling and felt the waves of pleasure crash over your brain. Without even gauging her expression, you shoved the entirety of your cock down her throat, feeling it part tightly around your incredible length and girth. The slimy, sultry sounds coming from Emily, noises that no one has likely ever heard before, which followed your rough face fuck amplified your pleasure as you shot a pool of cum straight down her gullet. Emily didn’t even need to swallow as it forcefully went down her esophagus. 
After staying in that position for over a minute, you pulled out of her throat pussy. Emily coughed and hacked, sputtering all over, allowing a mixture of her drool and your cum to stain her tits and hands. 
“Sorry,” you apologized, albeit a bit late, “I didn’t want to make a mess.”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it sir,” Emily spat out, putting a hand on her throat to massage it. She greedily began wiping up some of it with her hands, licking her palms with more vigor than someone enjoying a meal. “I loved it. Let me know if you want to do it again, and I’ll relieve you, sir.”
Emily shot you a slutty smile before getting dressed again. You pulled up your pants in disbelief at what occurred. 
Two times is a bit of a coincidence, though, isn’t it, you thought at the time. Emily, Tina, everyone else, sure you believed you were getting action because of your astounding luck, but when does luck manifest into something more? It would be deranged narcissism, and demeaning, for you to think all it would take for some of the hottest women on the planet to become your sex slaves was only to look at you. You wondered at the time if it had anything to do with your cock, or maybe your cum. Everything seemed a bit magical. Was it doing something?
“Hurry up, we fucked for too long,” Emily said, getting back to business. 
That was more her fault than yours, wasn’t it? She technically started it.
“Sorry.”
Emily, in a rush, wiped her hands on her shorts and walked out the door, taking you with her. There was still some semen staining her hands and outfit, but it was negligable.
To go over the itinerary for the day, you were visiting the 100 Thieves complex. You’d always been interested in it as a streamer, and becoming friends with the Roomies allowed you to schedule a visit, which you gratefully accepted. People talked to people, and the plan was for Emily to take you on your short tour. You also wanted to see Rae in her natural environment (and maybe do her in her natural environment, if lucky).
As you walked through hallways, corridors, and rooms of gaming wonder, you ran into an assortment of staff working to upkeep the talent. You gave your brief hellos to all you could. Given the state of things, you were likely to stick around for a while. 
“Hey Emily!”
A bright and cheery voice echoed through a walkway behind you. It was strangely familiar, but you couldn’t place where.
 

 
“What’s up Kyedae!”
Two energetic, sociable women greeting each other, and you were stuck blissfully in between. Watching them do an enigmatic handshake you didn’t recognize as commonplace, you smiled and waited your turn to speak.
“Who you got with ya?” Kyedae asked.
“One of Rae’s friends, he’s moved into the Roomies house since his eviction. We’re going to a… yoga session with her right now.”
Kyedae’s eyes lit up in recognition. “Oh, I heard! Rae was telling me about it earlier. Well, it’s cool to meet you.”
“Same! I love what you brought to the scene, I watch your streams all the time,” you answer in truthful praise.
“Aw, thanks,” Kyedae laughed. “Well, I’ll leave you to it then, see you around sometime. Or not.” 
With a cool, natural pause in the conversation, Kyedae merrily took off. 
What an exceptional woman, you thought as you looked back to stare at her while you and Emily continued walking down to Rae. Hopefully, you’ll get to see more of her.
—
A cool evening in LA. You had just finished up at the 100 Thieves facility with Rae, returning home together with Emily as your chauffeur as you got down and dirty with her in the backseat. Even with the extended length of LA traffic, the time was still too short to do everything you wanted with her, 
“... who are you texting, Daddy?” Rae said with a slurp, wiping away at her face with the back of her hand. She was trying to catch up some of the cum sprayed on her from your sex earlier while giving you road head. It was an obligation for her to clean you up after a round at this point. “One of the other sluts waiting for you at home?”
“Uh… no…”
You were replying with only half of your attention, distracted both by the mind-numbing suction of Rae’s perfect lips and the contents of the messages displaying on the screen. 
Hey. It’s kyedae
Whats up
Mm not much. emily gave me ur number 
Oh. why, did you need me for something?
Well… i was planning to start up Kyedae Friday’s again
Ohhhh thats sick, whats bringing it back?
just felt like doing something nostalgic for my fans, i love all of them
You flinched for a moment as Rae’s tongue hit a sensitive spot, hunching over with your hand on her head to push her down further on your cock.
“Oh fuck baby, yeah just like that.”
“GLKH!”
Keeping Rae choking on your cock, you shuffled your hip to hit the back of her throat and continued texting. Kyedae had shot over another message in the time.
tbh… i prob would’ve streamed and dated a fan if I hadn’t met Tyson. do u want to come help out with the cooking stream? I assume u know a lot since u said u were a long time fan
What? Of course i’d come help, that’s a dream come true!
gr8. See you there then ;) here’s something 4 u until we meet up in person then
*1 attachment sent*
Rae’s arms flailed as an eruption of your cum shot down her throat, some of it making its way out of her nose. Her eyes teared up, dabbing away at her already ruined makeup from all of the intense breeding sessions earlier. Kyedae sent you a picture of her side profile in an apron. 
Only an apron. 
Rae continued snorting and guzzling down as you continued dumping your load inside her small mouth, finally releasing her skull from your tight grip once you thought you’ve wrung as much pleasure out of the nut as you could. 
“Shit sorry Rae, I didn’t realize I was texting for that long,” you started apologizing, before Rae immediately went back to licking the area around your tip the moment she took half a breath of air, sucking it out in excess with a vacuum blowjob so powerful you nearly lifted yourself off of the car seat.
“F-fuck,” you groaned, surprised.
“Gah,” Rae gasped after, a devious smile on her face, “Not a drop wasted, master. Did I do a serviceable job?”
Serviceable? Rae was in professional slut mode. Her subservience was at the highest you’ve ever seen anyone in your life. 
“You were perfect.”
Taking Rae’s beaming face into your hands, you wiped away a small dollop of cum with your thumb.
“Say ‘ah.’”
Rae stuck her tongue out flat as you wiped it on there.
“Good girl.”
Rae cooed, and you wrapped an arm around her for the remainder of the trip home. You had plans with each of the girls this week, but with Kyedae sending you a Kyedae Friday invitation like that, you were sure you could shuffle some things around. Your lovely girlfriends weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
—

“Hey guys! Let’s wait for everyone to file in…”
Kyedae peered over at the monitor, mitten on hand. Her sister, Sakura, could be seen in the corner of the camera shot opening the oven and pulling pans out. Tenz walked in occasionally from the hallway, appearing briefly to the cheer and applause of Twitch chat despite not being the main focus of attention. And there you were, shuffling side by side not having done an IRL stream before. 
“I know we haven’t done this in a while, but I thought it would be something nice to start up again in the new year!”
“How many sheets do we need again? Can someone read the menu while she’s talking to chat?”
“Hold on, I just got a call from the org, let me get it really quickly. I’ll be just outside the kitchen.”
“I guess I’ll read it?” 
You jumped in and started listing out the ingredients while the others were preoccupied with their own things. Picking up one of the baskets of ingredients that was already set and prepared, you handed it to Kyedae’s sister to put on the kitchen counter instead of the table. Sakura, who was idyllically nodding along to background music and absentmindedly humming, shot a nasty glare at you the moment Kyedae moved and blocked the camera. You were surprised for a moment before it promptly vanished once she was in view once again. 
 

 
A trick of the mind?
“No, don’t worry everybody, I have my lovely, strong, assistant here to help me out.” 
Kyedae hopped backward from the camera to leaned onto you, rubbing her hands up and down your chest.
“He can carry all of the heavy stuff,” Kyedae said, nearly purring at this point, “Tyson wouldn’t be able to do it anyway.”
A smile sleazily formed on your mouth at the outright praise despite tension growing in the room. From the corner of your vision, you were able to notice Sakura rolling her eyes in vehement disgust, aware of her sister’s antics and clearly not comfortable with it. 
The ingredient preparation for the cooking stream continued on for a quarter of an hour with the same, overly flirtatious attitude in mind from Kyedae.
“I’ve never learned how to mince garlic. Oh, you know how? Could you show me? Guide my hands, I’m more of a hands-on learner.”
“Oh wow, your chest is so defined! I kinda wish Tyson worked out so he could look like you…”
“What’s your favorite thing to make at home? Oh interesting, I haven’t made that in a while… maybe you could come over some other time and show me how you do it? While we’re alone, of course.”
Even the live stream started to have qualms with how things were going. A good portion of Kyedae’s viewers were Tenz fans who hopped over to see more into his private life, and even those who weren’t in this crowd were able to notice the streamer laying on the praise a bit thick. Something was a touch strange.
To disrupt the sludgy tension in the room, Tyson came up with his hand over his phone screen, muting it.
“Sorry, the manager is asking me to send over some files right now. Is it alright if I come back in an hour again baby?”
“Of course! You can come for the taste test!”
“You’re the best, I’m so sorry.”
Tenz placed his hands in a prayer, shaking them up and down in front of his head, as he rushed back to his room. Sakura watched the entire exchange with silent indignation, pounding at whatever it was inside her bowl with more force than you’d think was necessary for what she was doing. 
“Bit weird to send files now,” you commented while turning back to the stream after watching Tenz rush back to his room, “Isn’t it like 8pm now or some– mmph!”
With one hand on your cheek, Kyedae pulled you in for a deep, ravaging kiss. You felt the hem of your pants slide down the side of your waist. Kyedae was drudging them down. After the initial wave of risque feelings passed, you panicked at the idea of several dangers. 
Peering over Kyedae as she moved down quickly to plant several kisses along the side of your neck, you worriedly glanced at the camera. The blinking red dot on the side of the lens was no longer blinking, indicating that was just recently turned off. 
“I’ve been waiting all day for this–”
Kyedae spit out each word with incredible force, as though they held a weight you weren’t aware of. 
The other danger sought out your gaze instead of the other way around, as Sakura, in a heated storm, made her way over.
“What the fuck are you doing Kyedae?”
Completing her calculated motions, Kyedae pulled down your pants and underwear in one easy swoop as though she had been practicing for this moment her whole life. There was a slight chill from the kitchen pressing at your junk when it became exposed to both sisters. 
A strange wave passed over Sakura as her steps slowed to a crawl. She made it about halfway through the kitchen before stopping completely. Was it your imagination, or did you see a flicker of a glaze wash over her eyes?
You were unable to think about it for too long as Kyedae continued her unholy crusade. Squatting down on her feet, legs in a V-shape wide open to you, she wrapped a ring around your member with her thumb and pointer, stroking it up and down while fondling your balls with her other hand.
“H-hey,” you stutter, feeling the intense sensations prickle your brain, “Are we really doing this h–ere?”
The gap in your words came from Kyedae kissing the tip of your cock before fitting the gland in her mouth. Her tongue prodded against your slit, coaxing out any cum hiding away. She shut up your concerns quickly. 
As Kyedae's small mouth struggled to fit the entirety of your length into her tiny mouth– your cock almost comically stretching out her mouth– you were faced with internal conflict. You were surprised by how forward she was, in disbelief that she’d cheat on her boyfriend and even do this in front of her sister.
“Jesus!”
“Mmph!”
Kyedae’s eyes, practically filled with heart-shaped pupils from her overwhelming desire, broadened as she felt your grip against her hair. With a twist, you tied the silky, straight locks into a tight grip. You felt your balls swell with cum from her expert extraction. Her blowjob felt too good to worry about anything else. Let’s just finish up a quickie with Kyedae and then think about what comes after later, you thought to yourself.
Unfortunately, it didn’t seem as though that was going to be the case, as a visage of movement at the edge of your vision captured your attention. Sakura resumed her walk to you once again. Her expression was cloudy, and you weren’t sure what her intentions were, though, from past experience and common sense, you figured she couldn’t be coming for anything good.
“Hey wait,” you started, “It was your sister who made the move on me, I swear I didn’t do anything.”
Your words fell dead in the air as Sakura continued moving toward you with an almost hypnotic pace. Well, things weren’t looking good, you thought as a slight panic sprouted in your mind. Kyedae’s sister continued her march until she was one arm’s length away from your face. It was a rather strange situation, getting blown by Kyedae, yet flinching when her sister comes to attack you.
Except the attack never came. 
In the span of a single blink, Sakura had followed suit with her sister’s service, dropping to the floor and worshipping your member like a holy object. Your surprise was quickly wiped away by overwhelming pleasure. Group sex was something you were familiar with– familiar was a strong word, you still had a blurry recollection from what those four did to you that night– but you had never been pressed up against the wall by two sisters before. It was unimaginable. Literally. As Sakura firmly gripped your balls and stimulated your rim to help Kyedae focus her hands on your erect cock, you thought about how you had never even imagined this scenario before and now it’s right in front of you. 
A bushel of hair in each hand, you guided Kyedae and Sakura to their proper positions, guiding them on how to do their duties as though they weren’t already doing an exceptional job of slobbering all over your thick rod. Little imprints of pink-ish lipstick decorated your balls, while a more red, dark hue dotted the shaft. It was a wonder they stayed on your cock considering the amount of saliva that was being applied, as Kyedae’s head bobbed up and down repeatedly. She was a well-oiled cock-sucking machine, pressing against all your sensitive spots as though it were a sprig of life she needed to drain to keep herself afloat.
Sakura transformed the life-changing experience into something divine, prodding against your rim with her dainty fingers and caressing your nutsack with soft cradles. 
Not typically the one to fall into a woman’s cycle, you decided to turn the tides once an eruption was swelling. Backing away from the wall, you moved Kyedae so that she would be the one to be pinned, then placed both of your hands up and thrust into the coaxing hole which was her mouth. 
Facefucking her felt delirious as the wall prevented her from moving away, not that she wanted to it appeared. Her joy multiplied tenfold from seeing your blatant delight. Kyedae wanted nothing more than for you to use her as a makeshift glory hole. 
Sakura didn’t let down and moved behind you to give you an oral rimming.
“Fuck my sister up,” she cooed, speaking to make up for the fact that her sister’s mouth was filled to the brim. “I’ve wanted that bitch shut up with a fat cock like yours my whole life.”
With the dirty line running around your mind, you pulled out of Kyedae and moved the sisters next to each other against the wall. 
“F-fuck!”
A hose of cum welled up and sprayed itself in horizontal drizzles, coating both of the influencers with obscene amounts of the thick liquid. 
The two of them giggled and used their hands to wipe it off of each other’s cheeks, playing around with the sticky substance as though it was the first toy a child had ever seen. They raunchily laced it over each other’s features, their noses, lips, and hair, as though it were an accessory, and gulped it down whenever it appeared it was going to droop to the floor. 
“Damn, you sisters are thirsty!”
“I’ve been starving for cum like this my entire life~”
“Tyson is such a pathetic loser compared to you~”
The two of them moved to the kitchen, taking sips from their cups of water, before undoing their aprons and skirts to reveal their undergarments. Kyedae had an expensive set of lingerie on, something imported for sure, while Sakura was wearing a plain white bra and panty, a teenager’s preferred set of choice.
Sakura slapped Kyedae’s ass in front of you, and you saw the reverberations of the impact ripple on her cheeks.
“Are you ready for the real thing Daddy? I want you to knock my slutty sister up so she doesn’t have to carry Tyson’s weak, puny baby.”
Kyedae, rolling her eyes, pulled Sakura’s bra down. The other sister gasped in response but made no effort to conceal them again.
“While you’re at it, stretch my brat of a sister out too. She needs to learn how to serve you best.”
There was an endless amount of bickering from the two of them on who was doing what to whom. You were able to catch some hidden meanings in the middle of their busy conversation. You could’ve sworn they mentioned something about introducing you to their mom too? Well, you couldn’t say you weren’t against the idea…
“Meeting ended short, turns out I already sent it earlier? Who knows.”
You froze as a fourth, distinct voice cut through your chatter. In the midst of your carnal delights, you forgot about one rather important detail: What would happen once Tyson found out.
There was still some time to be had, you realized, as he walked in while staring down at his phone screen. The girls didn’t seem to mind so much, talking at the same volume they were even before Tyson had come into the room. It was just God’s gift that Tyson was too preoccupied with reading his messages to listen to what exactly they were saying.
“I’m getting first dibs on it,” Kyedae cockily said.
“As if! There’s no way he’d want your stretched out holes you slutty whore. You’re basically a dried up, used cum tissue. He soooooo wants to stick it in a tight virgin like me,” Sakura responded bitchily. 
You pushed them under the table, hoping to buy some time. They’d have to come up eventually. You’d have to think fast. Anyone giving even half an ear to the conversation currently occurring would hear the debauchery going on, but Tyson was ever the clueless one. He made it all the way to the table, aimlessly reached his hand over the kitchen table, and grabbed the first cup he saw. It was the water cup the two had taken a swig out of earlier. He took a sip.
“So, uh, how are things going on down here? Stream going good?”
And that’s when things escalated.
Apparently, fed up with bickering and getting no action, they decided to move on to something better: bickering with action. They pulled your pants down and stood up, revealing their incandescent attire, or lack of, to be precise. 
Tyson gave a blank stare at what was going on, clearly things in and rendering them. It was a jarring sight to be fair, your girlfriend and her sister nearly naked, spittle and pubes lining their mouths while arguing over who gets to go first. It was likely even more jarring for him when he saw both of them bend over the table, sticking out their fat, jiggling butts to you. 
“Fine! We’ll let him decide!”
“Fine! Who do you want to breed first, my bitch ass sister who’s never fucked a man in her life, or someone who will give you the best nut of your life?”
Sakura gasped, giving a haughty mean-girl exclamation. 
You turned to look over at Tyson, at a loss for words or a reaction.
He was viewing the scene with a blank expression. You couldn’t gauge how he was feeling until he did something that surprised you.
*clink*
A metal buckle hit tile as his belt fell to the floor, dropping his pants and revealing the most pitiful sight you’ve ever seen. Tyson, apparently heated up and horny over the situation, had a hard-on, if you could even call it that with the minuscule size of his penis. 
“Ignore him,” Kyedae cooed, “Letting him watch is already more than he deserves with a limp dick like that.”
Sometimes life was stranger than fiction. You weren’t going to let her tell you twice. 
With a swift jam, you slid your cock into Kyedae’s warm and inviting pussy to the initial dismay of her sister. Sakura’s reactions picked up from disappointment to excitement in a split second as she witnessed the way you ravaged her, fulfilling all of her wants to have her sister be roughly and thoroughly fucked by a real man. 
You were much too hyped to remain focused on the sister’s reaction, though, as you relished in ramming over and over into the womb of one of your favorite streamers. You idolized her, looked up to her through the screen, never thinking you would ever be close enough to breathe the same air as her, and here you were, stretching out her pristine walls, practically unused from her time with Tyson, pumping over and over. 
“YES! YES! OH FUCK YES!”
“Mm, fuck yeah, stretch that slut out…”
Kyedae was given everything she wanted, and her voice made it apparent. Her tits jiggled on the table, sliding over the cool marble as she squeezed her nipples with her hands. Looking down at her from above, you could make out a giddy expression of wondrous delight, a puddle of drool leaking down and reflecting the expensive streamer lights. With the camera, lights, and guy jerking off in the corner, it would be easy to describe it as a porn shoot studio. Even the hyperactive moans were similar, though listening to the real thing, you couldn’t believe you were ever convinced by the fake sounds actors made. Kyedae’s voice was raw with quivering pleasure. It amped your hard cock up further as you drilled into her. 
“Give it to me too!” 
Sakura whined like a needy cat, wagging her butt as though there was a tail plug attached to it. The empty space there wouldn’t be felt for long, as you switched over due to her careening pleading.
“Ye–aAHHH!”
She stiffened up like a critter getting its back rubbed up and down its spine, as you plunged straight down into her asshole. You fulfilled her wish of fucking her whorish sister; it was time to fulfill Kyedae’s and correct this brat.
“A–aaa! AA–AH!”
Sakura screamed out in equal parts pain and pleasure, as she gripped the edge of the table. Tears welled up at the edges of her eyes, slightly diluting her eyeliner and makeup. Still, you felt her earnest love coming through as she was actively trying to tighten her tush for you. A crawl of a whisper pursed through her lips.
“How is it? To your liking, sir?” 
A ghost of a smile faintly emitted. A groan was all you could spare in response as you wrapped both of your hands around her neck, using it as a grip to shove her tight body up and down your cock. Her ass could hardly take it, and although it felt as though it were on the verge of tearing, the tightness was entrancing. 
Poor Tyson was pressed up against the wall of the kitchen, rubbing one out. It was difficult to see what he was doing, just because of how his hand covered his small member so easily. 
“Gonna blow my load,” you said in a snarl, contrasting Tyson’s feeble breaths. 
The sisters eagerly prepared to be bequeathed with the silver liquid, arching their backs and making their torsos as small as possible to make their asses stick out as much as possible. Although you knew you had more loads coming up, you wanted the first one to make an impression on both of them. It pained you to pull out of Sakura’s heavenly asshole, but it was made slightly easier with the knowledge that it’d be entering a different hole. You moved your cock slightly under and pushed it into her pussy instead. You made it just in time to feel the first spurts of cum enter her surely fertile womb. As the initial wave of your seed poured over, you shifted to the side and returned to your familiar place inside of Kyedae. Roughly hitting her cervix in your first thrust, you finished cumming in the first-class pussy, savoring the different sensations between the two sisters. 
Once both were fully filled, cum dripping out in small drops to form a tiny pool on the floor, Tyson came as well. Two drops fell on the floor with pitiful clarity. The noise was quickly overwhelmed by the sisters heaving moans and whimpers, shuddering from the shakes resounding through the body stemming from their abused pussies. A lust-filled smile emerged on both of them in sync this time, as they expressed themselves at the same time.
“You’re not done yet, are you?”
With a fully erect, 8-inch cock being all their eyes could focus on as they turned around, they received their answer. 
