One mighty hand moved up her back, then wrapped around her neck. Megan didn’t squeeze, yet the power she exuded was almost choking on its own.
“Do you..?”
Her shirt fell as her knees gave out under a single, effortless push from Megan. The recently pierced blonde looked up, having to crane her neck to see past Megan’s belly and breasts, only to have her face turned forward to see a behemoth bulge. This was it. Megan had waited until the end to have her.
Jessica gulped and buried the sense of anticipation bubbling within her. She knew the procedure by that point, so she reached up, hooking her fingers into Megan’s pants and slid them down. Every inch revealed more of the futa’s sable skin, its colour so rich and dark, yet glossy under the room’s lights. It looked almost majestic, like art in a way. She had to get closer to admire it fully, so she did. At the worst possible time.
Megan’s hips were what kept her pants up, but once they were mostly cleared, the garment fell and Jessica found herself staring into a pair of damp boxes. Her nose flared on impulse. She’d gotten used to smelling everyone’s things that it was habit at that point. What a mistake.
“It stinks,” Jessica hissed, yet didn’t pull away. She wasn’t lying. Her nose burned just inhaling Megan’s musk, yet she wanted more of it. Everyone had reeked of masculinity in their own ways, some of them with whiffs of sweat and semen, but Megan was the worst of all. As she stared, the bulge flexed and something seeped through.
“Lick.”
Jessica didn’t even pull the underwear down, she just pushed her tongue out and pressed it against the burning protrusion of cock. She whimpered and recoiled, but a mighty hand pushed her back, making sure she did as she was told. Megan’s taste was exactly as potent as her smell, so strong and ripe that Jessica wondered if she’d ever taste anything else again. And the more she licked, the less appalled by it she was.