The last thing Scott saw or heard before the heavy log of wood between his legs grew completely stone-hard was the sight of his red-faced girlfriends all positioned on all fours, their plump butts peaking out from under their colorful miniskirts as they begged him to hurry up and take them.
He didn't need to be told twice. Scott grabbed Emma from behind, his hands locking onto her waist, and he didn't waste a single second unzipping her tight yellow magical girl suit. The high-tension fabric parted and caused her massive breasts to spill out into the open like lovely, trembling pieces of juiced meat. They were luscious, majestic, and so incredibly bouncy and heavy that anyone looking at them would be convinced they were filled with far more milk than there ever needed to be.
