“Oh fuck, this slut’s ass is great.” Peach moaned as she sandwiched Trish in tandem with Rosie. “I can feel you inside her, Rosie.”
“Mmmmm,” Rosie moaned around one of Trish’s pert nipples “yes, and her pussy is as tight as a virgin’s. Ohhhhh, babe, I could fuck this hole for hours.”
Trish gasped around Daisy’s turgid member that was facefucking her with reckless abandon. God, it was so rough, her holes filled past capacity by such enormous cocks. It was so rough, so raunchy, so shameless. So why did it….why did it…
Why does it feel so good? Trish thought as she took Daisy to the balls. Deepthroating had become second nature to her in spite of the few minutes she’d been getting gangbanged by the three biker bitches.
Her tongue and lips worked in accord to better suckle at the fat, shemale cock in her mouth. Her pussy was wetter than ever, a dick-hungry thing swallowing up Rosie and gripping her tight. Her hips bucked to the rhythm of Peach ramming her ass.
Those weren’t the only changes to Trish either. Thrust after thrust of the biker gals and the influence of the Zone had corrupted the devil’s body into something far more fitting, curvier, and sluttier. Her ass just kept swelling, fat cheeks engulfing Peach’s cock more and more, fat butt flesh jiggling with every new intrusion into her tight hole.
Her tits swelled too, every thrust seeming to add another cup size to her bust. Her teats rounded, firmed, becoming a pair of superficial tits the size of her head. Golden rings pierced each nipple to complete the slutty look. Rosie tugging and flicking them added that extra bit of stimulus that was driving Trish crazy.
And slutty.
“Oh, did you cum again?” Rosie giggled as she felt another ripple through Trish’s body. “Mmm, you really are a great fucktoy.”
Fucktoy? The hell I am! Trish thought, though finding the fucking more pleasurable was not pleased at being a passive participant.
“Are getting a little more into it?” Daisy loved that fierce expression Trish had on her face. “Guess a nice cock makes you doci-OOOOH!” She did not expect Trish to shove her finger up her ass and tickled her prostate.”
“Docile? I’m not the one with a ‘shut the fuck up’ switch.” Trish finally got Daisy’s cock out of her mouth and began licking her balls.
“You li’l cu-cu-CUMMING!” Trish’s face was slathered in Daisy’s semen, the shemale’s explosive orgasm leaving her spent on the warehouse floor. Trish’s transformation began to finalize, her corset accommodating her new bust while her leather pants were replaced by biker chaps.
“What the fuck are you two doing? Put some goddamn back into it!”
“Oh, oh fuck.” Peach was starting to think they’d gotten more than they’d bargained for as Trish became an active participant. Her holes clenched the herm bikers tightly, as if to milk them of every last drop.
A nice amount of ink began to snake over Trish’s body. Her arms were covered in demonic symbols and lightning bolts, her back now sporting a gothic cross, and her ass had the letters “DMC” on it. A biker bandanna wrapped around her head just as the corruption finished, climaxing with Peach and Rosie blowing their loads inside the demonic biker slut.
Their virgin cocks relieved of their loads, Trish licked every last drop off them.
“Oh god, that was great.” Rosie impressed with their new, slutty member.
“Plenty more where that came from.” Trish said. “Just make sure you can keep up.”
Mon Jun 26 20:30:15 2017
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