It was time to change the world!
This was what single mother of 28, Benita Sanchez, decided one morning after getting her fill of doom-scrolling and getting so sick at what she was reading over her shared plop of banana mush with her toddler daughter Emma that she stood up and flipped the contents of the bowl to the kitchen tiles in her frustration with what that awful mayor was doing. Of course, she’d had her eyes glued to the phone screen since the election, following every scandal that dropped, but this latest one about his wife running for office as some kind of perverted sequel took the cake! The second that she had swabbed up that banana-mess from the floor she found out the canvassing information for Tiffany Gabriel - clearly the best woman for the job! - and was able to hit the street the next day with the campaign app the very second that she handed her bundle of joy over to her mother, who’d been an absolute God-send since Emma had been born.
However, Beni was a tad concerned about her choice of clothing that day, as her mamá noted - in her usual passive-agressive way - whether the campaign asked her to dress so provocatively.
But it wasn’t her fault!
All the women working on ‘Team Gabriel’ seemed to be so young and perky and she’d only wanted to project that same a flair of youth in her outfit, dressing in a light blue shirt with the campaign’s logo and a free flowing skirt that would allow her to keep her pace nice and brisk as she rolled from door to door. It just seemed to be what energetic college-girls were wearing now! However, not only was it a total disaster when she realized the campaign had sent her a top two sizes too small, her skirt seemed to have shrunk in the wash too!
Or maybe it was time to start admitting that she’d put on more than a mere ‘bit’ of weight since the pregnancy and realize that she wasn’t an ‘S’ anymore…
Her baby feeders were still terribly swollen beyond their already pretty ample size, which didn’t only stretch all of her tops to the point where guys hadn’t looked her in the eyes since she’d gotten pregnant, but also, with this new top she was expected to wear, it was near impossible to stop her little tanned belly from peeking out whenever she moved her arms even just a tad. Perhaps that alone wouldn’t have miffed her mamacita at her home, but that dark skirt of hers, which had just been so well-fitting before dropping out of college, seemed to revel in revealing that she hadn’t been keeping up with her exercises and the thick layer of meaty chunk on her behind that had grown in the meantime threatened to pop out with every step.
Goodness, Beni’s cheeks near went the colour of her pro-socialism panties when she bent over to pick up garbage at her mom’s house and flashed her!
But did she have time to go home and change between canvassing and work? Heck no! A single mother’s time was short and valuable, and the neighbourhood she’d driven to would just have to bear seeing her body bulge and wobble with every step. She shouldn’t even sweat it so much really - though her nervousness was making her do just that, feeling moistness cultivate between her lactic-enlarged knockers unable to breath under this fabric - just a couple of streets with a few dozen or so door-knockings would do the campaign really good, and then she’d change again to do her shift at the grocery store.
Yeah, she shouldn’t feel ashamed, but instead really good for the change she was trying to make. Every little bit helped!
Actually, as she strutted from her parked car at the end of the street, skirted buns swinging like a bell with her slow gait, she felt increasingly good-er with every step, daring to say there was a jolt of excitement when she felt a little fluttery fall breeze whiff between her legs. Turns out her underboob wasn’t the only place she was feeling a bit moist.
*Pop* *Pop*
Oh crap, had she forgotten to wear a bra too!?
She got aroused at the weirdest times since she’d had Emma, and this wasn’t helped by the fact that while her love-lips got wet in a snap, she’d been frustratingly dry for dates in the last few years. But nevertheless, she refused to get ashamed for what she was dressed in, as she may not have been youngest partisan for this cause, but she still had it surely! Twenty pounds heavier since college, incredibly thick nipples that started leaking in a snap, thunder thighs that rubbed ever so slightly with each step and butt cheeks which she felt might well take up two seats now, but she was still desirable, right?
Right!?
So, as she tried her hardest to adjust her shirt to keep her still lactating and firmer than stone nipples as unnoticeable as possible - a tall order when they bellowed out like milk spewing smokestacks - she puffed air out from her lips to keep her wavy chocolate locks from her face and tried her best to remember the prepared campaign talking points by repeating the script under her breath. She didn’t even notice that she was about to have competition for the same door until she heard a startling laugh.
A jarring neighing that gave her bare legs goosebumps.
“Oh hells ya, chat! Live streamin’ my canvassing starting now, y’all~!” A most obnoxious of tones again hollered that horrendous honk of a laugh and made Beni stare forward to this blonde girl talking to her phone screen. Peeking from behind reflector sunglasses, she gave a wink under her crooked black hat promising to ‘Fixx Fillerton’ before twirling a rogue strand of dyed pink that she had at the tips of her blonde hair. “Finally we’ll be able to say ‘bysies~’ to the total lameos in our precious and pure town! DonnaBGr8t is gonna show you how it’s all done!”
Beni just watched slack-jawed as this girl in the uber tight, super tiny crop top that stretched the word ‘Twitchin’’ over visibly thick nips and jean-booty shorts thong continuously changed her phone-camera’s angle she walked by, ensuring that the bounce of her perky chest was captured in full detail of the shot as she quickly blurted out hashtags and references galore that simply went over the young mother’s head. She’d then get a back angle, flicking her more-than-full booty cheeks in a well rehearsed way that released an audible clap before she thanked some ‘cutie’ for the ‘five-O dono’. However, eventually Beni steadied her backbone just enough to give a confused wave of the hand. Surely this couldn’t be connected to actual politics, could it? “Uh… Excuse me? I’m about to... Uh… canvass here.”
A quick spin on this girl’s brand new white sneakers had her tight little navel twist in the other direction, give a pout most sour before smiling to her ‘fans’ on her screen. “Oh look! It’s exactly one of those lameos that future mayor Iva is going to send packing!” She gave a mocking laugh that bobbed her head so irritatingly like one of those stupid toys before she went back to her camera and ensured that both of them were in view. “Give me some donos, guys, and I’ll totally read your insults *live* for only five-bucks a pop! C’mon! Show me what I can say to this Antifa-luvin’, America-hatin’, probs anchor-baby droppin’ communist before I go totes Pogge-”
*SMACK*
Maybe it was the ‘baby’ word that made Beni snap but a fire was lit in her very soul that had her smack the expensive glittery pink smartphone right from this spoiled brat’s hands before she could even finish her awful screechy diatribe. Oh, she was properly pissed, her nostrils were flaring in frustration, but she tried her best to calm down despite the insults that had been thrown at her. She was a mother and representing the Tiffany campaign after all, and she didn’t want to make a scene more than she already had. “Sorry, but-”
”MY PHOOONE~!” She squealed with her hands and eyes squeezed tightly, her feet pattering on the pavement as she stomped them in a fashion not so different than a four-year-old in the supermarket. “What the fuck, ya crazy butthole!?”
She did her best to tell herself not to take the bait and turn this into unhelpful mud-slinging. That kind of stuff should only come out on the debate stage, right? “You just said some rather rude things and I don’t appreciate it.” She calmly stated as she crossed her arms beneath her bust, unwillingly exposing a little muffin top to the girl while drawing even more attention bust-wise. “All I want-”
”My mom spent a lot of money on that phone!” She dived down, bending over at the hips to all but flash her asshole in her skimpy shorts towards Beni, who she was too late to turn her head to avoid - while also swearing the brown-eye winked at her from behind the denim string - and picked up her phone like a crying infant as she cradled it in her arms. “A-And my dad is a big time lawyer so expect to get sued, biatch!”
Her eye twitched, knowing the guillotine couldn’t come fast enough for this ‘class’ of girl. “I swear to Christ, chica…” She pointed up and down at the outfit this girl chose to wear, doing a little circle of her fingers to draw attention to the fact most of her cooch visible through the fabric. “Speaking of your Mother, does she know how you’re dressed out here?”
“SLUT SHAMING!” She suddenly screeched that buzzword to the point that Beni winced. “Freaking leftists like you trying to tell people how to live and dress with your feminist propaganda! Oh how we’ll freaking laugh when Iva’s elected and restores morality to this town!”
“What?” Beni felt whiplash from that rubberband logic, seeing that girl mumble all the more nonsense as she inspected her smartphone screen like jeweler did their wears. “What do you even mean by that? Restore morals?”
“You know!” She looked up from her phone once more to stomp her foot like a horse counting. “Morals! A decent world robbed by immigrants where men were men and… you know… I wouldn’t have to freakin’ get up for my dumb ass economics class at freakin’ eight in the morning where…” She went off mumbling something to the side, releasing a couple of memes from her lips before going back to Beni’s baffled face. “A-And those freakin’ degenerates that leave their shopping carts in the parking lot! Iva will round those freaks up a-and no one will have to worry about, like, losing their convertible-driving rights from mommy just because they scratched the door the tiniest bit even though it TOTALLY wasn’t her fault!”
Now it was this Donna girl who was the one panting and Beni was afraid to utter anything else lest her voice get all the more grating. But unfortunately she just couldn’t help herself, two words just popping baffled from her peach-glossed lips. “Shopping carts?” Was that really what was the number one issue for supporters of Iva’s fascist goons?
Like the snap from a hypnotist’s fingers, Donna’s furious eyes were suddenly fluttering with utter sweetness as she put her phone back on her face. “Anyways, I’d suggest you move that big bean butt out of my way as I show you how quickly I can get this American patriot interested in Iva’s campaign. I’m a bit of an expert, if you don’t know, ‘cuz I got more than twenty-K subbies. I’m practically an internet influencer with all my adoring fans!”
“Big butt!?” Beni turned around with a scrunched frown as she sunk her fingers into her spongy behind, noting indeed that the fabric of her skirt had gotten caught between her tanned lady humps to hide nothing of their mass and even poking out a bit of cheek for anyone passing. Facts aside, she flung an accusatory finger forward as she adjusted her skirt with her other hand, unwedging herself best she could as she found herself surprisingly sensitive to that exact topic. “Listen here, you spoiled brat! How can you call anyone out for a big butt when you’ve got that donkey-booty just hanging out?!” Beni went so far as to pull at the denim floss that roped around this chica’s admittedly enviably-tight midsection and snapping it back. “Maybe you’ve been streaming in your chair for a bit too long, huh?”
“Ennnph~!” She did her best to unjam the jeans from her crotch, mumbling about these being designing shorts that she was wedgying before they both starting moving towards the front door. “My perfect booty hanging out? Well, what about these freakin’ udders you have here!?” They were on the little stairway to the door when she flicked at the real evident boob-geyser of a nipple sticking out near sheen through the navy blue shirt, causing Beni to groan and actually splurt the tiniest droplets of milk out. “Seducing today’s youth towards Socialism with free moo-juice, eh?”
”The Nerve of you!” The archway to the front door was a little narrow, almost certainly a renovation done by their resident’s own hands that went a bit awry, and the women found their bodies rubbing against each other as they tried to squeeze through. Beni grumbled as she felt this awful girl’s bare butt cheeks rub against her own, ruffling up her own skirt all the more upwards until she was sure her red thong was flashing before they finally pop through to the cramped doorstep. “You would go so low, you… fascist!”
“Better Fash than red, you freakin’ commie!” Donna yanked on Beni’s underwear to point out its rouge properties before knocking furiously on the door.
*Knock Knock*
Beni was not a proponent of corporal punishment in any way, but this girl had her fantasizing of all the spanking that this spoiled chick had coming to her. “Rich bitch!” She pressed the doorbell a couple of times as she pressed her slightly heftier figure into this girl to push her out of the way.
*Ding-Dong*
“Leftist Cow!”
*Knock Knock*
“Cam-girl Nazi!”
*Ding-Dong*
“BOOMER!”
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
“ZOOMER!”
*DING-DONG DING-DONG DING-DONG*
“Uh… hey?” The actual fact the door didn’t immediately stop the frantic girls’ knocking, ringing and shouting, only the young man in the doorway clearing his throat got them to shut their mouths and stop smooshing their breasts together, leaving both of them with sweaty hair clumps on their foreheads, panting. “Can I.. uh.. help you ladies?
The guy at the door was quite the towering fellow, both of these ladies not exactly being tall for their genders but this fella must have been close to being four inches over six-feet with how far they had to crawl their gaze up his shirtless and muscular torso to look him in the eyes behind his thin-framed glasses. He must have hurried to the door from the shower, his crew cut still dripping onto his broad shoulders and each bead rolling down rather thick pecs until they dropped onto his grey sweat pants.
Though, he definitely was doing something else in the shower judging by the size of the extension down his pants legs that certainly quite noticeably stiff.
“Yes you can!” Donna wiped her face quickly and shot a kittenish grin his way. “I’m working with the campaign to elect Iva Gholson in order to ‘Fixx Fillerton’ and I’m sure a real handsome young man like you would love to support a winner like Iva right to the Mayor’s mansion… where she already lives!”
“O-Or!” Beni was a bit staggered with the underside of her breasts slightly showing from her shirt rolling up so much in her tussle with Donna, but she stabilized herself once more. “Maybe as a young person, you’d be more interested in Tiffany Gabriel’s run, who promises to invest in your future…” She looked at his rather hard bod, absorbing the fact slowly that this guy was a lot hotter than any individual she was expecting to meet today and realizing she’ll have to ‘sex-up’ her sales-pitch. “A-And if fitness is important to you, a-as it clearly is with such an impressive body, Tiffany’s career in the military and focus on fitness in the city will certainly interest you!”
“Well,” he rubbed the back of his head, poor guy hardly able to keep his eyes on their faces with their outfits constantly flashing so much skin, whether it be Donna’s entire thighs on display or Beni’s near see-through shirt with her big darkened nipples, “the thing is-”
“Oh please! Her candidate’s lame ass sat in a chair in Nevada piloting drones! I have a higher kill count than her in Counter Strike!” Donna flapped her arms before throwing her hands around his arm, rubbing and cooing as she traced a visible vein on this guy’s firm bicep. “W-With guns like these, I’m sure you’re much more interested in Iva’s firm protection of the 2nd amendment, right?” She grunted and shuddered with her slight buckteeth clenched. “H-How many guns have you got? I gotta Beretta for my last birthday and I love when it just goes off when I’m playing with it.”
”U-Uh…” He furrowed his brow, nibbling his thin underlip. “I-I don’t think I have a gun in this house because-”
”Exactly!” Beni gripped his other arm, pressing that thick forearm deep into her soft milky bosom. “Because you’re a smart voter informed about the issues! You surely want your tax dollars put towards social programs which proven to reduce crime so much more effectively than any tough on crime programs ever have! I’m guessing you’re a very gentle lover… Fireplace, a glass of wine, being cradled by those strong arms before they grasped her chest and- wait where was she again? “…of those less fortunate, of course! What’s your name, cutie?”
“D-Derek, but I should, uhm…” he cleared his throat off to the side, considering his arms were well-occupied, the bulge in his pants visibly twitching with his cough, “I should say I-I don’t pay taxes really ‘cuz-”
“’Cuz it’s freakin’ theft, right!?” Donna forced this poor potential voter’s hand lower, bending his back over as she clamped her sun-kissed thighs around it to ensure she couldn’t wiggle out while she petted his strong chin. “Well, Derek, my young libertarian friend, you don’t have to worry about your hard-earned money going to the lazy poors because Iva is going to make sure you’re paying as little taxes as possible because Mexico is going to start paying for it! Mmm… tax cuts never sounded so sexy, eh?”
Beni just matched her bratty rival’s chin stroking, getting her face close and whispering sweetly in his ear like she would her own lover. She pushed his ample palm into her ampler breasts and pretty much forced him to grope the tits through her shirt slowly getting more and more milk-stained. “Hey babe, don’t listen to her. What should get you excited are Tiffany Gabriel’s plan for tax subsidies that will have you creaming in your pants for-”
”Alright! E-Enough of this!” He yanked his hands back and forced both of them back. “L-Look, I’m sure both of your candidates are nice people!” Beni and Donna obviously disagreed with that statement, but instead let their competing leers scream all the words they wanted to say, once again rubbing shoulders - and perky bra-less breasts - against one another, bouncing against each other like bumper cars to release a fury of oscillating jiggles. “But I have to be honest in saying I don’t really care about the… uh, issues! Politics is just, you know, really boring, right? And anyways, even if I did care, I wouldn’t be-”
Another horse garble of a laugh came from Donna who just nodded and smiled as she interrupted. “Oh yeah! Politics is a bore! Much better to sit back and relax than worry about what those total lameos are doing, right?” She tapped her cheek. “Still though, maybeeee~ I could convince you to vote in other ways? You’d be totally shocked what a cute girl like me would do to get elected…naughty things, ya know~?”
”N-Naughty?” The snake in his sweats really reacted to that, lifting near like a toll bar and near dividing the ladies with his length alone.
“You wouldn’t…” Beni narrowed her eyes, knowing this new generation of girls were a bit crazier with those ‘Thicktots videos’ but surely, in broad daylight, right on this guy’s porch, this brat wasn’t thinking of doing that.
“Shows who really wants to win, eh biatch?” In a move which was more like a magician’s illusion, she flew her hands forward and had this guy’s sweatpants at his ankles before this Derek guy even knew what hit him. “Let’s see what we’re looking with…” She got on her knees right on this young man’s fuzzy green welcome mat and had her face right by his now free-bobbing erection. “Ooo~ You’re a big one! Give me a second to get my cam out as I want to get this for my ‘FansOnly’ account!”
As much as it pained Beni to agree even a smidgen with this horrid Donna, she did have to agree that this young man did indeed have the largest penis she’d seen in person. Those large hands and feet weren’t lying to prove his extremities were certainly long and thick, and Beni just couldn’t help but have her mouth and eyes going wide upon gazing upon it, going from its bulbous mushroom head to the freshly shaved pubis which looked an entire forearm’s length from the tip. She gulped as she saw the peeking glans from its fleshy sleeve of foreskin, almost sparkling from its recent wash, looking as close to freshly polished steel as an erection could get.
Hard not to get some pretty vivid images in her head when gazing upon it, maybe it having more to do with the lack of sex in the last three years, but her panties felt splashed with a waterhose with how much arousal was pumping there now. She bit her finger, just furiously fantasizing tackling this guy like a lioness, sinking her fingers into those beefy pecs and riding him good to the point she’d felt that she’d properly made up for lost time. Despite the guy’s impressive size, she was almost sure that her wet vulva was rubbery enough to accept a watermelon now with how much it needed a good dick.
Of course, she may have competition for her prey this potential voter.
“So whatcha say, stud?” Donna didn’t waste any time getting personal with this dick, biting the tip of her tongue as she ran her nostrils over the shaft proper, leaving a trail of her drool across the underside as she snorted his cock like a line of you know what. “A little throat splunkin’ with your cock here and then you go vote for Iva on election day?”
“I’d love to, b-”
Oh goodness! The little skank was going to get away with exchanging a fuck for a vote! Her own personal desires aside - and there was just torrents of that running down her thighs - she was then going to have to deal with four more years of just the worst scandals coming from the mayor’s mansion, making her stuck to the screen of her phone in horror instead of pumping herself with something more positive! No, she just couldn’t accept this. Even if it was her last action on earth, she had to prevent another Mayor Gholson administration, and there was only one thing to do - she had to fuck this guy!
Er… Of course, she meant that she needed to convince this non-voter how important the political process was!
She squatted down bow-legged fashion that surely mooned the whole neighbourhood with her skirt rolling up, but she was too fixated on the task at hand to worry about something so frivolous as her fat butt cheeks being exposed for all to see. Before Donna even hit the record button on her phone, she globbed her lightly glossed lips around the thick orb upon this long-fucking meat-cane, feeling herself trying to swallow an entire ripe plum, her tongue nearly immediately basted the salty juices just oozing out as she struggled not to gag despite her eyes starting to water up.
This dick was way too big for her first blowjob in a donkey’s age, but she’d never let Donna know that!
“J-Jesus…” The poor guy gulped again and again, scanning across his yard and mumbling a prayer that no one would walk by. “You two are… *fuuuu* c-crazy!”
“Oh yeah…” Her mouth came off with the nastiest sounding of gasps, blurting thick strands of webby spit on the glistening tip before she turned to Donna and did her best to smile and sound natural despite the tingle at the back of her throat begging for her to cough. “T-That’s good dick!” Her voice sounded hoarse and weak, but she got a bigger grin when she saw how much displeasure was on her political rival’s face. Yeah, she may be older, but experience was going to get her a lot farther than this bitch!
“You like it?” Donna stuttered in her frustration, lifting her phone-camera from the dick and Beni’s spit all over the tip before she got an evil grin right on film, lowering her sunglasses to wink. “Have some more!” With her free hand, she grabbed a bundle of proud Latinx hair and just forced those shocked lips right down on this guy’s fat hog, shoving much more twitching sausage than the young mother could admittedly handle.
“NNNNNPH~!” A violent gag erupted from her gut as she felt this dick tip surely grate against her voice-box halfway to her gullet before she snorted up a whole river of spit from both nostrils, right upon the very base of the veiny face-fucker, her eyes rolling back as she struggled desperately for air and spasmed. She ashamedly felt a sputter of arousal fire like super-soaker right from out of her love tunnel to turn her red panties into a dripping rag before she finally gave a firm elbow into Donna’s boob to make the girl let go on the back of her head. The whole world was spinning as she caught her breath, her big breasts still sloshing under the drool-dampened shirt of hers as she tried to get feeling back into her numb body
A nasally hoot came from Donna’s lips as she looked to the camera. “Call this clip ‘Biatch Can’t Handle A Cock’, eh?” She winked, pushing back on her reflector sunglasses and biting on her fingernail. “’Course, all my cutie fans know that I deep-throat regularly on my ‘FansOnly’ streams, only for the first time, it won’t be on a big ol’ peach dildo!” She let out a whorish moan, kissing the tip and flicking her tongue on the underside as Beni continued to gasp for air on her back.
“C-Can we at least do this inside?” Derek had obviously resigned that he was going to have any say in how this canvassing was going to go, but his voice sounded pretty darn meek coming from such a hard body. “My dad-”
“Stop whining, you little biatch…” Donna grumbled as she gripped the shaft best she could with her little digits, inspecting it over and over again from the underside to the top. Her eyes were obscured by her sunglasses, but how could they not just bulging to a maximum degree with such a flesh obelisk stretching in front of her? “Just give me a second here. I-I’ll do it but I gotta, like, figure out the best angle to do this!” She smiled at her camera, “I-I’ve done this so many times of course, but… um…. teasing is important too!”
“Just admit you can’t handle it either, maldita arpía…” Beni finally sat herself up and wiped her chin free of spittle, her eyes burning with the desire to properly… uh… convert this guy to her political cause. “Just move out of the way while I show him what his future could be like under a Mayor Gabriel.” She stripped off her campaign shirt with a wee-bit of flair, throwing it behind her carelessly before rubbing her hands over and over her swollen tanned milk-jugs to make this flesh anaconda pump all the higher, nipples insanely erect and tipped with pearly beads that whiffed of milk. Her big melons got all the more goosebumped upon seeing this guy’s bulging eyes at her rack, knowing what she had to do with her baby-feeders for the good of the town.
“A-As if!” Donna too peeled her tight top off and tossed it back with her smartphone and hat, posing back-straight with her perky handfuls before enviously spying over to the honking pair almost three-times her own with four-times the jiggle. “I-It’s not the size, but how you use it, biatch!”
Almost as if they rehearsed this before, the two young women synchronously mashed their chests together on his cock, trying their best to swallow and smush his man-meat in this abundant titty-sandwich, but his throbbing tall erection still stood between their faces as divider between these two sparing opponents, probably no pair of breasts on this planet mighty enough to fully contain such a manhood. Furiously, they covered this cock with a fury of kisses and tongue lashings all around its exposed upper half, leading to them both trying to get their mouths around that abundance of glans sitting atop like a healthy McIntosh apple.
Their eyes burned at each as they slurped away at the glans, accidentally mashing their messy and slurpy lips over each other with their tongue laps and twisting heads. Beni groaned. “M-Move out of the- *Sllllrrrrrpppp* …w-way! T-This cock- *Er* This voter doesn’t have time for your ‘tough on crime’ nonsense when he could be reading the- *Glllrrrkk-Glllrrrkk* ..literature on what Tiffany’s plan on libraries for the cities!” Though admittedly, a nice and thick text wasn’t the first thing on her mind at the moment.
“Oh yeah?!” Donna gurgled a mixture of spit and pre-cum in the back of her throat like one would mouthwash as her perky gals bounced this guy’s increasingly heavy nuts with a bunch of wet slaps. “W-Well I think that- *Snnnnrrrrrkkk*… that he probably cares more about cracking down on those nasty graffiti punks in the centre! If he could just watch an Iva speech on her plan for the police in town, he’d- *Gawg-gawg*”
“G-Girls…?” The lucky guy was clearly on the edge, eye twitching with his spine stiff, but he still had the aura of discomfort as he tried to stutter out an admission. “I-I gotta say…”
Beni ripped the cock head from Donna’s mouth, slapping the twitching glans viciously on her dripping tongue before straightening her back so she could rub the glans all over her moist bronze boobs. “Your candidate is Mussolini in heels!”
Donna ran her tongue lower down, trying to get one of these guy’s churning nuts into her mouth and incidentally getting her face smooshed by Beni’s massive Mexican-American mammaries, milk messing on her cheek. “And yours is a freakin’ open carpet-muncher and closet commie!”
“Spoiled bitch!” Beni pinched her breasts together and furiously bounced her butt up and down on the floor to stimulate this potential voter all the more, her body an ocean of jiggles from her bounding brown locks to her bare bum cheeks.
“Leftist Cow!” Donna ran her tongue furiously up the cock before reaching her hand back to roughly spank Beni’s exposed booty several times until Beni squealed.
*spank spank spank*
“Cam-girl Nazi!” Beni hissed as she squirted milk all over the girl’s thighs, spaking Donna back just as hard with hopes to hear her scream ‘Mommy’.
*SPANK SPANK SPANK*
“Boomer!” The younger girl seethed as their hands fought for a proper grip over this twitching purple pudding slinger, one going over each other in a continuous furious stroke.
“Zoo-”
“GIRLS!” The young man metaphorically found his balls - though he clearly physically had them to an exorbitant degree considering how much they were rumbling now. “I-I’m sorry but I have to admit something!”
“What?” They both looked up as their tongues moved with such aggressive swiftness as if this was the world’s fastest melting ice-cream cone, snorting their snouts full copious pre-cum spurts from his piss-slit before getting a noseful of mint-smelling pubis at the base.
“I-I’m…” He grunted with clenched teeth, his head a paint-can shaker. “I-I’m not…”
“What?!” Their elevator tongues got stuck half-way up as they both raised an eyebrow.
“I-I’m not old enough to…” He held his breath before exploding out in more ways than one. “… VOTE!”
“WHAT?!” They matched his warbling high-pitched tone, falling upon their butts just in time for his cock-ano to erupt such an extravagant amount of nut-magma that one could be excused in thinking that he’d never even come before. Donna got a dye-job of cum upon the crown of her blonde head, Beni had her long eyelashes speckled with seed that trickled down her tanned cheek, the pearl necklace on the brat looked positively fit for royalty with its quantity, but the vast majority of this boy-butter collected in their exposed showing of canyonous cleavage, white torrents cutting through the middle to pour down and collecting in their sticky belly buttons.
“S-Sorry…” He finally panted out after experiencing a seizure that seemed to release his very soul with his dam-load of cum he blasted the two with. “I-I tried to say it earlier, b-but you two were so pretty and-and… I guess you two thought I was older ‘cuz I’m tall for my age and… Oh shoot… I messed up, didn’t I?”
Beni wasn’t ignorant to the fact that on the road behind them a couple of people had gathered to what was happening on this guy’s doorstep. Cameras were out, murmurings were flying around this little crowd, and surely this spelled yet another round of controversy for this already scandalous mayoral race, but this time Beni being the centre of it with surely his own mother finding out!
Yet, she didn’t gather her clothing and start doing damage control, realizing that there was another way she could start feeling better about this election.
“T-That’s alright!” Beni found herself blurting out, naturally not oblivious to the fact she’d wasted a lot of time and energy on this one house, but with her thighs trembling with arousal, unable to even keep her digits from petting her pussy right in view of everyone’s view and phone cameras. “I.. Uh…”
“There’s…” Donna gave a whine, cupping her breast and pinching her nipples rough as her inner legs crunched together. “T-There’s always the next election!”
“Y-Yeah, that’s right!” Beni gripped her hand on the wall, the women once again competing to who could get their rubbery legs to their feet fastest. “A-And people need to be informed no matter the time of year.”
”C-Can we just have a moment of your time, bud?” Donna started pushing her nails into this dude’s chest, making him back up into his house.
“W-Well I don’t even know if I’ll be here in Fillerton next year, ‘cuz of college and-”
”There’s always state and federal races, Derek!” Beni slipped her dripping thong to the floor, all but flashing her aroused pussy lips for the cameras on the road before she pushed the door close with her big butt.
Oh, she had no idea how the campaign would react to the footage of her and an competing canvasser entering a ‘future voter’s’ home naked, but she was just hoping that another scandal would come around before the end of the day.
Considering this was the mayoral election in Fillerton, she probably was going to be right!
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