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“Uh huh...That’s it, my good boy~...Tell me who you love~...”
The room is filled with nothing but the sounds of Stocking’s hand going to work on her new friend’s member along with his slight noises of approval, slowly guiding it up and down his length as his pre-cum oozes out and coats her hand. His little whimpers and moans ring in her ears, driving her even more to have her turn. She’s already quivering at the much needed release. Especially after the week she’s had.
“Heheheh...Look how hard you are for me~...” she continues, leaning into his neck and softly breathing on it to get him as riled up as possible, “Is this your way of telling me these nice...juicy...perfect big balls of yours haven’t been getting the attention they deserve?...Aww...Poor baby...Such a big strong man like you should have his balls empty every second...Want me to help~?”
Her suitor can only nod as she toys with his vulnerable body like the puppet master she is. Guys like him are just ABC’s to Stocking. He has the most obvious buttons for her to exploit. Normally, she’d want more of a challenge, but there’s times where she doesn’t mind being a little less picky. Mostly because of looks or just not measuring up. Thankfully, he’s proving wholeheartedly that the third time is definitely the charm.
“A closed mouth doesn’t get fed, sweet boy~...” she muses, slithering down her plaything and positioning her lips to the tip of his throbbing, needy, attention-starved dick, just waiting for that desperation to spew out of his mouth,
“Gah~!...I-...I want you to suck on it...” he obliges, writhing and helplessly moaning beneath her, “Slurp on it...Choke on it...Stick it in your throat...I need it...I need to feel you stretch out your tight fucking throat with it...I want you to swallow my fucking kids and play with their fucking remains!...”
Stocking giggles at his forwardness, locking eyes with him as her tongue hangs out of her mouth to give him exactly what he needs.
“With plea-”
Before she can finish her sentence, before she can replace her hand with her mouth, before her breath can even touch the skin of the man beneath her, Stocking is met with him lightly spasming before shooting rope after rope of his warm essence on her lips. He moans in pure, absolute bliss, waves of orgasmic sensations coursing through his body despite not even receiving a fraction of his wish.
But as his satisfaction is evident, the complete opposite could be said for Stocking. It takes her a moment to come to terms with what just happened. But once it does, her confusion and shock is replaced with...disappointment and pity. This is even more shocking to her. Usually, she’d be so pissed, she’d make the guy wear his foreskin as a sleeping bag. But now, she can only take a breath, stand up from her bed, and force a smile on her face.
“Well, that’s not exactly ideal. But you live and you learn, right? Right. So I guess you should be on your way, huh?”
Upon seeing her disappointment and not wanting his dreams to slip through his fingers, he desperately leans up to try everything in his power to return the mood to what it once was.
“W-Wait! Hang on a sec! I swear, this isn’t me! This isn’t everything, ok?! I can still go on! You were just so sexy! I just couldn’t hol-”
He’s brought to an abrupt halt as the back of his collar is suddenly suspended, where he finds that he’s not on the bed anymore. He’s pinned against the wall with a radiant pearly white kitana holding him in place. While Panty stands before him with her forced smile becoming more deranged with each passing second.
“See, Julio, can I call you Julio? Listen, Julio, After the week I’ve had, I needed something. The slightest crumb of some form of competence. Just one simple lay to really just make it all worthwhile. And all you had to do was give me that one simple thing. You rotten sacked, dog fucking, yeast infection gobbling, SENTIENT PERIOD CRAMP!!!!!!”
She amplifies her anger with a grasp on his neck and jerking his head closer to the blade above his head. He shudders and whimpers in terror as his demise is all the more evident.
“Now you have three options, m’kay?” Stocking continues, tightening her grip, “You either 1. Get the fuck outta here like I said, 2. I throw your pussy ass through the window so you can paint concrete better than you could ever paint a face, or 3. We get what we want and we both leave here with one of us being split in two! Make. Your. Choice.”
“Ok! Ok! I’ll leave, alright? Just let me down…”
Once that’s settled, Stocking gets dressed and steps out of her room, more frustrated than ever as she heads to the kitchen. In her pursuit, she walks past Garterbelt who’s looking out of a nearby window as sirens wail.
“What did you do, Stocking?” he questions, palming his face, already knowing the answer,
“Exactly what he wanted,” she answers, not even slowing down, “He wanted to be let down, I let him down.”
His groans can be heard from behind her as she enters the kitchen for a drink. That is until she sees the blatant disregard for any kind of decency going on on top of the table.
“Yes! Yes! Right there! Fuck, that’s a good boy! Ooo, fuck yeah, baby! Give it to mommy! Give it to me!”
Stocking is forced to bear witness to her sister riding what looks to be a young teen boy reverse cowgirl style on their kitchen table, moaning like crazy as she rises and falls on his impressive cock that the savviest porn star would envy. The periodic slap on her plump, full ass breaking the monotony of her melody of ministrations.
“Ahhh, fuck! You’re so good! That’s right! That’s right, you’re so good for mommy! Now fuck her! Fuck mommy harder, baby! Deeper! Thrust that fat fucking teen cock in mommy’s slutty fucking pussy! Make me hate the idea of walking forever! Fuck! Fuck! Hah! Yeah! That’s mommy’s good boy!”
It takes some doing, but Panty just rolls her eyes and rips open the door to the fridge, not wanting jealousy to overtake her as this teenage boy that she thought was “Just some shrimp-dicked loser that’d leave mice feeling cheated”. But that only gets her so far when not only does every moan from her sister’s mouth undo any feasible progress to be made, but with her negative outburst, she garnered her attention. And with Panty being the difficult imp she is, she makes an even louder performance for her audience.
“Oh~! God~! Levy~! You’re so deep~! So deep in mommy’s naughty cunt~! More! Give me more, sweet boy! Show mommy why you’re her favorite little boy~!
The boy’s hands tightly grip Panty’s ass, jiggling it with every descent on his cock as both tandemly moan. All while Panty locks eyes with her sister, a venom-filled antagonistic smile taking form on her face as Stocking glares at her obvious attempt to make her feel worse.
But that’s not enough for the depraved blonde. She wants to really drive the knife in her sister’s stomach. So she turns to her boy toy, placing a hand behind his head and pulling his top half to meet her as she slowly stops her movements.
“Holy shit, you’re really skilled aren’t you? Mixing up my insides and turning your favorite angel into your little bitch...Well, I know you can do better. So what I want you to do is bend me over this fucking table and make me scream...Yeah, make Ms. Panty scream, m’kay?”
She gives him a peck on his lips before climbing off of him and getting in position, placing her hands on the table as he follows suit. Once he’s behind her, she sticks out her angelic ass and wiggles her hips, luring in her prey in predator’s clothing. He then takes the bait and re-enters into her soaking wet cunt.
Even with the less than stellar continuation of their taboo act, Panty drags out a lustful moan as her companion thrusts in and out of her needy hole. All while displaying yet another sinister smirk at her jealous sister, who by this point is turned away, trying to distract herself from what she missed out on. Alongside trying not to give Panty what she wants.
But that doesn’t stop the elder angel. She moans even louder, her sultry wails ringing in Stocking’s ears as she lifts a leg on the table and leans down, subliminally signalling to her handler to take better control of her.
Her wish is granted as she feels a rugged palm on the back of her head as her torment tool starts pistoning in and out of her heavenly walls, genuinely driving her wild and making her mind melt.
“Aaaaahhhhhgggggnnnn~!!!...Fuck, right there~!...That’s the spot, baby boy~! Ruin me~! Dig deep in mommy’s hole~! Stretch out that cunt like I’m your fucking cock puppet~! So fucking good~! So fucking deep~! So~! Fucking~! Big~! Kya~!”
It soon becomes blindingly apparent that Stocking’s attempt to ignore her sister’s escapades are for naught. The constant rhythmic sounds slapping coming from them along with her seamless praises of the boy’s performance make that very clear. What starts as mild annoyance turns into a build up of agonizing, infuriated growling before she turns around to tell the blonde bimbo off.
But when she does, she discovers something that’s arguably even more insulting. Panty’s not even looking at her anymore. In fact, it doesn’t even look like a thought’s being formed behind her eyes. Her face is planted on the table. Her tongue is hung out with drool oozing out of her mouth. Her boobs are pressed against the wood, their buoyancy fully showcased as the force of the boy’s relentless thrusts translate throughout her voluptuous form as one hand grabs a handful of her ass and the other grabs onto her left boob. All while Panty’s whimpers and praises build more and more.
“Oh, wow! Oh, fuck! Oh my shit! Oh my God!”
Panty is all but completely gone as her suitor completely ravishes her, her pressure building and building with each insertion. It’s rare for her to find herself a guy to make her act like this. Sure, he’s still a bit rough around the edges, but his basic knowledge is doing wonders for her. That coupled with Stocking’s unbridled fury and envy of what she herself has sends her over the edge. She arches her back, gripping the table for dear life as she reaches her orgasm, her pussy juices drenching the table and floor as if marking the area as hers.
Dazed and lost in her own pleasure, Panty can only gasp and wheeze as she catches her breath from the other worldly pleasures that she had just been exposed to. Never in her wildest imaginations could she even fathom the thought that somebody of the boy's age could bring her to such heights. It's such an eye opener for her that she wasted her time on all the other men that she'd allowed inside of her. When in reality all she needed was just some lost boy looking to find some heavenly pleasure.
And as she takes time to collect herself, her long-standing means of motivation is staring right back at her the look of utter envy from her sister as she grabs a drink from the fridge, acting as that was her intended purpose before shutting it and pouting. This gives Panty all the motivation she needs to turn back to the boy and give him a look of encouragement.
“Oh, don't stop on my accord~...You can go as long as you want~...Keep thrusting that thing inside of me~...Fill me up with every drop you can muster. Don't be shy. I'm all yours after all. Get a little taste of heaven before you get there.”
That's all the boy needs to hear before he engrosses himself in the empty promise. He grips onto Panty's waist and continues his relentless thrusting. All while Stocking observes, crushing the can that she has in her hand.
“Is that really necessary to do right now? You really couldn't take the arduous task of going to your room?”
“What?” Panty questions, placing her head in her hands with an innocent look on her face, feigning confusion, “And deprive the boy of his otherworldly pleasures as soon as possible? This was all his idea. If anything, blame him. But before you do, look at that precious face and tell me you wouldn't do the same thing. Heheheh.”
Stocking just rolls her eyes before slamming the can on the counter, not falling for her sister's manipulative acts.
“Besides,” Panty continues, loving the effect that she's having, “I thought you already had a boy toy with you. What happened to him? I thought you said that he was different this time. I thought I was wrong in thinking that he was a minute man and he wouldn’t be able to last all night. That's what you told me isn't it? So what happened? Was he just too big for you?”
Stocking can only grumble from her sister's accusations, trying to get more bearable to die a gruesome death than admit that Panty was right. So instead she just decides to change the subject.
“Why are you even with him? I thought you said that kids were beneath you.”
“Oh, they are. See? He's right there. Underneath me. Having the time of his natural, young, huge dicked life.”
Stocking responds with a sarcastic smarmy grin while flipping her off.
“Cute. So what's the story? Was the Diddy documentary less of a documentary and more of an education seminar?”
“First of all, don't speak for my interests. If I wanna cause some childlike joy to those who haven't felt the lows of the real world yet, who are you to tell me how to do it? And second of all, you’re just jealous that I’m finding capable dick while also guiding these little snot goblins to the promised land.”
“How noble. spreading all the childhood joy all over the kitchen table. God would be proud.”
“Yes he would. And third of all, after you so brutally hurt my feelings by not taking my advice, I don't even think that you deserve to know where I got this fine little specimen. Apparently my words mean nothing to you. So if you're not going to listen to who I think is a waste of time, surely my words are nothing to those that I deem who are. Wouldn't you agree?”
“Typical. I don't know why I didn't expect somebody like you to spill the beans on where she finds her cocks. if we're up to you you'd gatekeep every single one and smuggle all of them to yourself. And shove them down to your skanky, cum loving, hemorrhoid magnet you call a throat.”
“Better to have them all than not have any of them sweetie. No need to get all mean and fussy all because you can't find anybody who would have spent five seconds in your drawn out, dry as fuck, gonorrhea envying landing strip you call a pussy.”
Back and forth the girls go, insults flying out the wayside with Panty having all the care that she could give for the argument fucked out of her as her suitor continues his vigorous thrusting. Never has she been so proud to have somebody take all the edge off. Especially when her whiny little sister is constantly badgering her.
And it goes on for minutes at a time. With each passing second building more and more from both the voices of the catting girls and the pleasure from Panty's boy toy. But it doesn't take long for it all to come to an abrupt end as the boy finally reaches his peak, shutting his eyes tight and gripping onto Panty's waist even tighter, emptying every single drop that he can muster deep inside of her womb. And once he’s spent, he takes his place on the seat behind him, catching his breath as Panty turns around to him, spreading her lower lips open and letting the results of their fun leak out of her.
“Mmm~...My my~...Someone's really earning their spot in heaven aren't they?” she says with a giggle, taking two of her fingers and pushing some of it back inside of her, “Boy, those boys back in the park are really going to be jealous of you. I bet a single drop from you would be a tsunami compared to what they could produce by this point. I can't believe I got so lucky to find the perfect little boy to introduce to the big man upstairs.”
That's all Stocking needed to hear. Leave it to Panty to let her boasting get to a point where she snitches on herself. So upon getting this information, Stocking takes the time to think of a proper excuse to get out of the situation without letting her plans be foiled. Throwing her can in the general direction of Panty and storming out of the kitchen.
“Fine! Fuck you and your secrets! I'll just find a boy on my own and he'll be even younger and more hung than your shrimp dicked heathen. And I'm gonna fucking film it and glue the goddamn camera to your eyes so that you'll never be able to unsee it!”
Not caring about her sister's threat, Panty sits in the boy's lap, caressing his face and stroking his hair.
“Heheheh...That's nice sweetie. Oh, and be a dear and take your jacket while you're out. It's freezing. There could be a poor boy wandering out there without one. So make yourself useful and give him some hope while you freeze to death. Don’t be selfish.”
Ignoring her sister's sarcastic smarm, Stocking just heads out of the church in pursuit of the nearest park. She figures Panty’s too lazy to travel that far to get some action. And hopefully, she's right because so is she.
Thankfully, that appears to be the case as she spots one. It only takes less than a second of a glance for her to realize how easy it was for Panty to catch her boy toy. None of these kids are being supervised. All of them are just running about, meandering without a care in the world all while their parents are either sleeping on the bench, conversing with each other in the parking lot, or seemingly not even present considering there's way more children present than adults.
And to make things even better, it doesn't even seem like her search for a suitable candidate needs to go that far. The very first boy that Stocking spots is an adorable pure looking boy who's going around handing out pamphlets and bibles to everybody. Like an adorable little penguin masquerading as a Jehovah's Witness. He's got his little black button up shirt, black dress pants, matching dress shoes, and a little wagon that he's pulling around in hopes of helping people see the light and go to his church. It's almost enough for Stocking to grow a heart so that it can melt. Almost.
Then comes the real test. Stocking approaches him, gauging his build and taking everything she sees and hears from him into consideration. And from what she gathers, she's making the right choice by pursuing him. There’s a feeling within herself telling her that this boy has more than what meets the eye.
As she grows closer to him, she catches an earful of his methods of recruiting new members to his church.
“Hello, would you be interested in joining the- oh…Excuse me, I'm just wondering if you were-...Hi, I'm Eli. I’m with the church just up the hill and I was just seeing if you-...”
It's only when she's next to the boy when she loses herself completely, not able to help herself as she giggles at his mediocre attempts.
“Wow, is that really how you plan to get people to join your church?”
Startled, Eli turns around to see Stocking towering over him, giggling in amusement,
“I-I'm sorry?” he replies, lost at why she is making fun of him,
“You're never gonna get anybody to join your church like that. Yeah, you're a cutie, but that can only get you so far with how fucked up this world is. It's gonna take a little bit more than a precious face and the word of God to have these fuckwads listen to you, kid.”
Deflated, Eli just concedes to her words. It’s not like he has any ground to disagree.
“You're right,” he says, “But what can I do? The church is counting on me to bring in new members.”
Stocking pretends to think of a solution for such an obvious problem before finally telling him.
“Weeeeell, how about I do you a favor and bless your church? That’s sure to get you some visitors.”
Not sure if he heard her right, Eli gives her a look of bewilderment.
“I-I’m sorry...Did you say you could...bless my church?”
“Of course. Not the hardest thing in the world. I mean, it is an angel’s duty to garner the souls of God, right?”
Eli feels like he’s about to faint. He can’t believe his ears.
“Are...You’re really an angel?!”
Stocking giggles before providing the young lad with some irrefutable proof, allowing her wings to sprout from behind her back in angelic grace to answer his question.
“Would a mere mortal possess the ability to flex these bad boys?”
Awestruck, Eli’s eyes are glued to Stocking’s wings, refusing to break his gaze. Stocking giggles again at his little mind being blown at the sight of her display, allowing them to relax as her point’s been proven.
“So how about it, half pint? You willing to give this otherworldly being the chance to give your church something to be grateful for?”
This isn't even a question for Eli. He can already see the appeal that his church will get when he gets a living breathing Angel to bless his church. No other Church could compare. And he expresses his joy with enthusiastic nods, all the while Stocking gives him a coy grin.
“Alright, then, it's settled. But under one condition.”
“Anything! Anything you want, it's yours. What is it?”
Upon receiving his consent, Stocking kneels down to him before bringing a hand to his face, gently caressing it as she gives him a sultry grin.
“Oh, just something small that should be nothing for a...capable little guy like you~...”
Eli blushes at her insinuation. While he may not understand the full gravity of what she's planning, the tone of her voice tells him everything he needs to know. But before he can think about it too much, Stocking grabs his wrist and leads him to a more secluded place in the park. Soon enough, she finds the ideal spot: no signs of life anywhere and most importantly, lots of bushes and leaves to shield their activities. It’s perfect.
“Uh...What are we doing he-”
Stocking interrupts the boy’s query, guiding him down on a nearby tree stump, barely able to contain herself as he looks up at her with the most adorable expression on his face. She's getting so wet not only from his look of absolute confusion, but also from the anticipation of what he could be hiding under his pants.
So unable to take any more suspicion, Stocking makes her move, kneeling down in front of him as she studies his front, hooking her fingers under his waistband and pulling them down.
“Okay, let's see what you got under here big boy~...Heheheh~...”
She finally removes his garment, taken aback as she discovers that he's much larger than she ever could have expected. Standing before her is all 9 inches of Eli's manhood. Stocking practically salivates as his blush becomes even more apparent.
“Umm...Miss… Is this rea-”
The boy's concerns are once again put to an abrupt halt as Stocking places her finger on his lips.
“Shh...Shut up a second...Let me enjoy this…”
She then wastes no time, leaning down and taking Eli's member deep inside of her mouth, blissfully shutting her eyes and savoring the boy's taste. Upon mere seconds after making contact, her ears are blessed with the sweet and supple sounds of Eli's amazement and pleasure. He firmly plants his hands on the tree stump below him, whimpering and moaning as Stocking worships his little member.
“Mmm~...Fuck, that’s right, baby~...” she moans in between slurps and bobs, “Moan for me~...Moan for your angel as she sucks your fat kiddie dick~...How’s it feel~?...Hihihi~...How’s your first time feel, my precious little baby boy~?...God, you taste so fucking good~!...And you’re so...fucking...big~!...Quite the growing boy I found~...”
Eli is beside himself right now. It's almost like he's having an outer body experience. Not only from the fact that Stocking's mouth is expertly trained along with her words of encouragement, but there's a nagging sensation in the back of his head telling him that he shouldn't be doing this. All that time of stranger danger being hammered in his head for as long as he can remember. All the stories he's heard from his friends that have been in a similar situation and they've been traumatized from it. All the stories he's heard of other little boys being in this situation and sometimes not even making it out alive. And here he is with those thoughts and experiences front and center in his brain...And he couldn't care less.
After a few minutes of savoring Eli's sausage, Stocking decides to better his experience, not saying a single word as she strips herself of her shirt and bra, freeing her voluptuous form before wrapping her succulents, plump, soft paired tits around his throbbing shaft. She then starts ascending and descending his length, basking in his Amplified pleasure as he expresses it with even louder moans, not even caring if anybody hears him anymore.
“Heheh~...Look at you~...Such an adorable little baby~...Ooo, you like that, huh~?...Feeling my fat fucking tits against your fat fucking cock~...You like fucking my tits, don’t you~?...Mmm~...All that tasty precum~...”
With each descent, Stocking takes full advantage of her rocky, rhythmic movements, popping the tip of his member in and out of her mouth as she bounces up and down on it, lapping up every drop of Eli’s precum. This beats any guy she's ever been with by a country mile. No one can even come close to what she's having right now. Even the little boy that Panty was playing with earlier couldn't compare. In fact, if she remembers correctly, this little boy is even bigger.
It doesn't take long before Stocking feels the boy's member throbbing in her chest, threatening to burst any second as his moans get louder and his grip on the stump gets tighter. She knows that it's only a matter of time before he blesses her with his seed. She can practically taste it now. But as much as she wants it, she has a better thought in mind. She wants to rock this little boy’s world. So before Eli can reach his orgasm, she immediately releases him, leaving the boy confused and wanting more as he whimpers while she catches her breath. Seeing the desperation on his face, Stocking giggles before stroking his hair.
Without another word, she guides the boy down on the ground before lifting her skirt and pushing her panties to the side. She then straddles him and slips him inside of her cunt, the look of such a little boy morphing into a capable young man burning into her mind. She moans in pure ecstasy, pinning Eli’s wrists down and guiding herself up and down his member. The sounds of their skin connecting along with their combined noises of pleasure and Bliss echo throughout the woods.
“Hah~...Hah~...Yeah, that’s right, baby~...Let your angel ride you~...Feel her tight little pussy grip that preteen fucking cock~...Oh, God, yes~...Mff~...”
Acting on pure instinct, Eli betters the experience for both of them, freeing his wrists from her clutches before gripping onto Stocking’s plump round ass and thrusting his hips, doing anything he can to create more friction with her. Feeling the boy’s impatient gesture, Stocking giggles and lets him have his fun.
“Mmm~...Someone’s really into it, huh~?...Well, go ahead, baby boy~...Fuck your angel~!...Make her proud~!...Imprint your fucking kiddie dick in my goddamn womb~!...Aghn~!...”
Thrust after thrust. Inch after inch. Stocking is driven insane by his 9 incher. And her softness and pleasured feedback sends the boy in a frenzy. It’s like his body’s got a mind of its own. He has no idea what he’s doing or why he’s feeling what he’s feeling. But it doesn’t matter. He wants it all. He loves subduing someone who’s supposed to outrank him in every aspect. He can’t get enough of it.
“Ngh~!...Mgh~!...Agh~...C-cumming~!...I’m cumming~!...Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard because of you, sweetheart~!...Make me~!...Make me cum all over that perfect fucking kiddie dick~!”
Even with the lack of knowledge of what he’s just heard, Eli’s informed enough to know that something big is happening. And within moments, he’s met with his answer as Stocking douses the boy in her fluids. Her pussy gushes with gallons of her juices, fully encompassing her young suitor while her heavenly moans ring in his ears.
As her orgasm dies down, so does Eli’s thrusts as he expects her to be drained. The look on her face and her breathless voice tells him such. But to his surprise, she’s still going with even more vim and vigor as she locks eyes with him, wanting to show him the same courtesy.
“Don’t...you...dare...You’re not gonna stop until you spill every fucking ounce of your baby baby batter inside of me...Do it...Pump me full of your little boy spunk…”
Eli’s mind goes blank as he lets his endorphins run wild, letting Stocking do whatever she wants as he goes along with the ride. All while Stocking amplifies her performance, rolling her hips and leaning down to kiss, lick, and gently nibble his neck, lost in her own pleasure and hoping to God this never ends. Though, with the sensations being so new for him, Eli can't take it anymore. And without warning, he paints the inside of Stocking as the otherworldly sensations take over his tiny body. and Stocking just gladly accepts it, squeezing every drop that she can out of his impressive manhood.
“Mmm~...Good boy~...Such a good boy~...”
As he receives his compliments, Eli’s eventually hit with a wave of drowsiness as his body calms down. Seeing this, Stocking just rolls over and cuddles with him, stroking his hair as she allows the boy to lay in her chest. All while whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
The next morning approaches and the church house is silent. No shenanigans going on, no fighting, and no preparations for exercising the sinful. Mostly because it's a few hours after dawn and most of the house is dead asleep. All except for Stocking who's decided to keep her little boy toy just a little bit longer. And her method of playing with him involves standing right beside Panty's bed and stroking his member right in front of her face.
“M-Ms…” Eli whispers, trying to keep his voice down as Stocking’s hand works its magic, “What if she wakes up? Won't she be mad?”
“I'm counting on it. Now shh. Just focus on me, ok?”
Eli obeys, silently moaning and whimpering as Stocking strokes his impressive member, waiting for his special surprise for Panty as his pleasure builds and builds. And before long, she gets exactly what she's been waiting for. Eli uncontrollably lets out a loud moan as he shoots rope after rope of his essence on Panty's face, coating it completely with his cum.
“Heheh...Drink up bitch.”