At the sight of her old body losing itself to an overpowering orgasm Scarlett quickly follows suit. A low grunt emanates from her as she begins to buck her hips in kind, grabbing ahold of my hips as she buries her cock deep inside me and breaking the old condom open as she overfills it with cum.
I pant heavily as I sit atop Scarlett's pulsating cock, my voice escaping in short desperate squeaks as I lose myself to the pleasure this busty pint-sized body had given me. However, as I slowly but surely return to my sense I begin to grimace, wriggling my hips a little as I feel the sticky heat in my abdomen.
"H...Hey" Scarlett huffs, her eyes going wide as I stimulate her cock with my movements. "That feels...fuck...stop doing..." she continues, wincing and moving in an effort to get me off her dick.
"You fucker" I groan, smacking Scarlett hard on the chest with what strength I can muster. "You fucker, you came inside me" I hiss, continuing to ineffectually pound at her hair chest with my petite little hands.
"I told you..." she hisses, obviously pained more by her own cock than my beating on her chest. "I told you it was old, those things can break pretty..." she explains, her words cutting short as I slap her across the face.
"And you still..." I shout in anger, holding back as I try to calm myself down. Slowly but surely I begin to ease myself off of Scarlett, my breath shaking as I feel ready for another round or two of that intense pleasure. Looking down I can see her thick juicy cock, still wrapped in the tight form-fitting rubber. However, as I approach the tip things start to fall apart as thick globs of milky white cum coat the head and my pussy. The condom appears to have popped right at the end, the weakened aged material splitting under the pressure of the prodigious amount of cum.
"Holy hell" Scarlett mutters, her eyes darting between her cock and my creampied pussy. "I made all that...I guess you really were pent up, did you ever even masturbate?" she chuckles nervously, her face lost in a state of awe as she appreciates the mess she had made inside of me.
"I...you...fuck you" I whimper, running my fingers over my sensitive pussy lips and scooping up a little of the offending white mass. I carefully maneuver my panties back over my pussy, shuddering as I feel the material immediately become stuck to me thanks to the mixture of sexual fluids.
Despite my grimace something inside me revels in the sensation, of the hedonistic pleasure and of being secretly filled with something so lewd in what was essentially a public place. A slight grin spreads across Scarlett's lips as she recognizes something in my expression. She slides herself off the sweat and cum coated table before fiddling with her jeans.
"Oh...If I'm guessing right..." she mutters, struggling to get her cock restrained in the boxers and jeans she had decided to wear. She snatches up her former phone from the table I had been sitting on, spinning it around to unlock it using my glaring face.
"Let's...try..." she continues with a grin, passing the phone to me as I take it in my free hand.
The screen shows me through the camera, my long black hair matted with sweat and clinging to my shoulders. My heaving pale chest takes up the lower third of the image as I find myself adjusting my stance naturally to emphasize my massive assets. I begin to chew at my lips, trying to make them a little redder in the image as I begin to fiddle with the filters.
"There's my favorite little cam slut" Scarlett chuckles, watching me with great interest as I preen and prepare myself to film.
"Shut up" I grumble, my eyes darting down to the cum I had scooped up with my fingers.
Without another word I stare down the barrel of the camera, making bedroom eyes as I press record. A coy smile spreads across my lips as I begin to writhe in my seat, shaking my wobbling breasts from side to side as my smile grows. I slowly begin to bring my off-hand into shot, revealing the thick globs of cum as I use them to trace a line up my chest. I shift the camera, the light catching the shimmering drool on my chin and chest as I bring my fingers inches from my mouth. With a kiss and a wink to the camera I slide my cum coated fingers between my plump pillowy lips, fluttering my eyes lids and moaning sensually as I pretend to revel in the flavor.
In reality, it was a strangely salt and funky taste. I knew deep down I would not have enjoyed this taste mere days ago, but now something about it seemed almost enticing.
I suck on my fingers greedily, tilting the camera up as my eyes follow it. The shot shows my whole body from a top-down perspective, my breasts taking up a large part of the frame as I arch my back to get more of my skirt-covered ass into the shot.
"Love you Lovelies" I coo, smiling up at the camera and giving a little shimmy of my hips before ending the recording.
As the video begins to save my face drops, my eyes darting over to a very pleased Scarlett. "What the FUCK was..." I shout, glaring at the body thief as she makes herself decent.
"That? That was your work now" she explains with a smirk and a shrug "and you do it very well"
"But...that was all..." I mutter, my eyes darting between my now saliva slicked fingers as I begin to struggle to get my breasts back into the exceptionally tight top.
"Was all...what..." Scarlett asks, looking a little confused thanks to her own drained knowledge.
As I manage to holster the twins in the shirt, adjusting it to show off far more cleavage than I would have felt comfortable showing only an hour ago, a wild grin spreads across my lips. "That was too good an opportunity, that's going straight to the Onlyfans" I state eagerly, sliding myself off from the table.
Scarlett chuckles to herself as she walks over, helping me down as I struggle with my 4'10" form.
"Well...I'm glad you like it" she mutter, rubbing the back of her neck "I guess"
I shoot her a death glare, hitting her in the side ineffectually. "Go fuck yourself, you...you're the reason I'm like...the reason I like..." I grumble, finding it hard to be mad as I realize that she was right.
"By the way, you may want to get a...Plan B?" she explains nervously, having a little trouble broaching the topic.
"Nah, they told me that I can't get knocked up for a few days... I think. 'sides those things suck, make you all cramped and shitty" I respond, misremembering what I had been told and finding Scarlett's sexual knowledge far more helpful than I expected.
"Whatever you say" Scarlett says, walking towards the door "Just don't come crying to me for child support"
"Fuck off" I spit back, waddling along behind her as I feel her cum shift around inside of me. " 'sides, I make way more than you. I remember my...your shitty apartment" I chirp, trying to get one up on her.
She doesn't respond as we leave the room, looking back one last time to double-check if we left anything inside. As we walk through the lobby I find all eyes on me, with people occasionally looking up to the nervous-looking Scarlett in my body.
As we leave through the front doors, exiting onto the main street, she looks down at me and coughs a little.
"Um...you've got something on your..." she mutters, pointing at my chest.
Glancing down at the shelf of flesh she had stuck me with I see just why people were staring. A thick line of cum traces its way up my chest, the white stain shimmering a little in the sunlight.
"Oops, my bad" I respond nonchalantly, grabbing my breast and leaning in to lick at the supple flesh with my long tongue. "Missed that in the vid...fuck I shoulda filmed that" I groan, running my hands through my hair in frustration.
"I...uh...yeah..." Scarlett mutters, finding herself a little less confident sexually after our recent exchange. "So...uh...I guess this is goodbye huh?" She muses, looking at our reflection in the glass door.
"I mean...Probably" I reply, following her gaze into our traded reflections.
"I go back to teaching and living a normal life, you go back to...filming" she says with a smirk, eliciting another quick punch from me. "Maybe I'll get a girlfriend soon" she continues.
"Won't be hotter than me, or a better lay" I muse, feeling a delightful buzz run up my spine at the thought of riding something again soon.
"Well..." Scarlett mutters, blushing a little "How about we get coffee sometime?"
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