6.07 – Illusory Bonus Equipment III

6.07 – Illusory Bonus Equipment III

Natalie cozied into Sofia, scooting so that their shoulders were pressed together—as much to fluster Sofia with her proximity as to get a better view. It was a familiar sight, Jordan on her knees looking up, but this time, she was between Sofia's thighs. Jordan grinned at the two of them, eyes flicking between both Natalie and Sofia.

"Taste test?" Sofia stammered, her voice an octave higher than normal—clearly overwhelmed by Jordan's positioning, the implication of her words.

Jordan smirked at her. Sofia shook in place, the vibrations going right into Natalie. She snuck a hand around Sofia's waist, and the white-haired girl leaned into her as well, as if seeking something to hold onto.

"Mmhm," Jordan murmured. She wrapped her hand around the base of Sofia's cock to hold it steady. She gave a teasing wiggle, the thick rod of pale flesh waving in the air—which Natalie couldn't drag her eyes away from. "It feels like a cock. Looks like one. But does it taste like it? If it does, we'll know it's the full package."

Jordan brought her lips forward at an agonizingly slow pace. Natalie heard Sofia's breath catch as the distance rapidly vanished. Then, gently, Jordan's lips pressed into the tip of the girl's cock, giving her a gentle, teasing kiss. Sofia let out a shaky groan as Jordan's lips parted and she extended her tongue, dragging the flat of it slowly up the underside of her head. A shiver ran down Natalie's own spine, her gaze fixed raptly on Jordan's lips covering their pet's sensitive tip, cleaning up her precum. The way Sofia was trembling into Natalie was nearly intoxicating—the little gasps and whines, drawn out so easily. Jordan was barely even doing anything to her, and already Sofia was falling apart?

Jordan swirled her tongue. She let out an appreciative hum, eyes closed as she savored the flavor—making a show of it for her enraptured audience. Not just Sofia and Natalie, but also behind, Liz and Ana, who were not-so-subtly craning to get a better look.

"Yeah, definitely tastes real," Jordan murmured, popping off of her. She squeezed Sofia's cock and dragged upward with her grip, pulling out another thick bead of precum. "And look how much you're leaking for me," she said, laughing. She wiggled her tongue into Sofia's cocktip to clean the droplet up. "Naughty girl. So excited to be serviced. Isn't a pet supposed to do this for us, not the other way around?"

"Oh, that'll happen too," Natalie laughed. She squeezed Sofia's waist. "But she's been a good girl recently. So she deserves to be treated."

"That's true," Jordan said. "Gotta reward her for good behavior. All part of being a pet owner."

Sofia panted rapidly, swallowing thick gulps of air. Her hips wiggled left and right as Jordan's hand traveled up and down. "I'm not—I wouldn't— not that fast—!" She squirmed on the bench, hips twitching erratically, then let out a loud, whining groan. "I refuse! I won't! N-Not already!"

Then, amazingly, Sofia's body went rigid, hips straining up into the air as her entire body went tense.

Natalie's eyes widened. She wasn't really going to—?

A pearly white string burst from her twitching cock.

It arced impressively through the air before splattering down onto the girl's taut stomach. Jordan's eyes shot open, shocked, like Natalie, by how quickly it had happened. She dove forward, wrapping her lips around the girl's spasming cock just in time to catch the next pulse. Jordan wiggled her face into Sofia's crotch, burying all the way down, nose pressing into soft skin so that the girl had a proper hole to squeeze her first load into.

Sofia let out a strangled cry, her face scarlet red, losing all semblance of control and bucking desperately into Jordan's face as the rogue determinedly swallowed her. Natalie watched, nearly as red-faced as Sofia, as the white-haired girl clung to Natalie's arm and thrust, hips slapping into Jordan's face, shaking all three of their bodies with the desperate motions. Jordan held fast to her thighs, nose pressed against Sofia's pelvis, not budging an inch even as the fighter's bucking grew almost frantic. Thick ropes of cum pulsed down Jordan's throat as she worked to swallow every drop in a way Natalie had grown intimately familiar with.

Sofia shuddered through the throes of her orgasm. Jordan happily took every drop. A whine built in Sofia's throat growing louder as she rode through her release. Then, it started to taper off. Her fingers dug painfully into Natalie's arm, gripping for dear life as Jordan milked her, until finally, Sofia slumped back, chest heaving with exertion.

Jordan pulled off with a gasp, lewd strings of saliva bridging her lips to Sofia's cock before breaking and slinging down her chin.

"Holy shit," Jordan murmured, staring amazedly at Sofia. "You come as much as Natalie. Guess I won't be needing breakfast."