[18:09]*Littlest Healslut blinks. "Oh! Right!" She drops to her knees. "Now drop your pants so I can administer the treatment."
[18:12]*Get Fucked gives a nod, dropping those loosened boxers so they could drop down to his ankles, letting that dark, throbbing but flaccid cock to flop itself out, a trail of pre-cum already decorating it, and a musky aroma possessing the ability to corrupt brain-cells with a single sniff spreads around the atmosphere. "The thing is, it's not getting hard at all."
[18:16]*Littlest Healslut maintained her smile but her eyes slowly grew wide as she stared at that thick, musky protrusion. "G-goodness! That doesn't seem right." The little healer in training leaned forward, her nose twitching from the distracting scent. "W-w-we must f-fix that right away!" She said, pressing her nose into the underside of his cock, her lips pressing firmly to the soft meat. Little glowing yellow lip marks stayed for about a second after each smooch only to fade away
[18:21]*Get Fucked was glaring at the little heal-slut's figure as she was about to treat his rather irritating injury. Of course, he wasn't even able to release his load at all during all these days, so his orbs were probably bathing in a pool of sticky cum, that saggy nut-stack containing those round, fat, heft balls. Feeling those pecks on his cock's skin, a warm yet torrent-like rope of spunk oozed out from the cock's slit, staining her face with that gooey, molten nigger-cream. Surprisingly, his dick was indeed getting healed now; getting thicker, lengthy, and much meatier, blood-filled veins would be beginning to become visible around that shaft, giving it a monstrous appearance.
[18:29]*Littlest Healslut didn't know if she should regret healing him or feel proud that she was able to resurrect this absolute beast of dick before her very eyes, that mammoth cock casting a shadow across her lily-white features. The splurt across her face covered one of her eyes, the little healslut gasping as the hot mess made its home on her face. "A-all better?" She asked, biting her lip, trying to stare past the behemoth with one eye. Her face didn't move, however, the musky scent wearing on her, making her want more, taunting her to get closer. For now, she was in control of her faculties... For now..
[18:35]*Get Fucked's lips curl into a smirk once he heard her reply. Without saying a word, rested his palm upon the girl's head, running his fingers through her hair's locks. "Thank you. And as for a reward..." Suddenly, he shoved her face against her dangling nut-sack, forcing her nostrils to bury against the deepest corners of his crotch, letting that bitch-breaking of a scent to ignite her cells, linger into her mind and just basically start converting her into a tongue-lolling bimbo. One of his round orbs would sneakily slip into her small mouth-pocket, filling her entire hole up. He felt her salivated tongue splashing and striking against that leathery nut-sack's skin as he made her gargle on his orb, teabaggin' her like the slut she was. This was just the beginning thourgh; beginning of the end of her career.
[18:41]*Littlest Healslut let in a deep gasp, her nose taking in every ounce of scent the man had to offer. In only a moment, the once sentient little cockslut went almost brainded, her eyes rolling back in her cute little head, her mouth hanging open and her tongue lolling out, helping catch the heavy nut that quickly filled her mouth. The little slut took it like a treat, Angela slurping and sucking, closing her mouth tightly around the succulent orb as she drooled down her chin and over her lingerie-clad chest. Not a single thought entered the little burst bubble of her brain. Only primal instinct ingrained into her very body took over. Her hands slowly moved up his knees to his thighs, resting there in silken gloves.
[18:42]*Angela munches popcorn and watches.
[18:43]Get Fucked: Ah, the 2nd heal-slut. You are next.
[18:48]*Paradyme Capellago wants some of that popcorn, too.
[18:50]*Get Fucked's actions were working perfectly; the eager heal-slut fell into his trap quite easily, and he was gonna have his time to ravage her throat, enough so she wouldn't even dare to speak in front of him again. That orb was getting washed neatly in the pool of her crystal-clear drool, her saliva containing some kind of enhancing ingredient, causing the nigger's cock to throb out once again, releasing yet another wad of spunk which would shower down over her face. Soon, he would slip his orb out with a pop-like sound, then arches her head a bit backwards, painting and staining her face in her own liquid; the combination of his tar-like sperm, that mouth-watering stench, and her mouth juices was perfect to mark her up as his own property, ruining her make-up and mascara in the process of it, and then taking a picture of her expression too, instantly sending it to her institute with the caption, "Angela's Resigning, Ya' white faggots."
[19:01]*Littlest Healslut eyes rolled back in place, watching that nut escape her for only a second before the next spurt of prenut shot across her face. Both eye were now closed thanks to the large, nameless man's hot magma-like spunk resting on her face. Her breath seemed to be stabilizing as he pulled away but her tongue still lolled from her mouth as if she were expecting and hoping for him to put it back. Not an ounce of regret was on her face now, as compared to before. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she breathed loudly through her mouth, her nose forming little cocksnot bubbles from the caked on mess that covered her nostrils. She heard a camera snap but she didn't know what for. Her arms dangled at her sides. She was toast.
[19:08]*Get Fucked slipped the cell back into his shirt's pocket. Now, it was time to begin the ritual. Resting his hand above her head, he ruffles her locks a bit, giving her that fake sensation of gentleness, all the while slapping his cock's shaft against her cheek. His other hand's fingers jammed into her mouth's entrance, lowering down her bottom-jaw with a forceful push, and then just rammed his cunt-wrecking nigger-meat into her mouth's territory. Firstly, he struck against her cheeks' interior flesh, bulging them outwards from different angles as he humped himself in and out, that cum-grease mixing along with her saliva. And then, it was delivered; that hung, mammoth-like cock pummeled itself straight into the core of her throat. The girl's throat was tiny, but he didn't give a fuck. His cock bloated her neck and throat alike, expanding those throat-walls as they brushed along his meat's skin, welcoming him with a hungry look, begging for that cock to ravage them; to shape them into his cock-holster, a cock-sleeve.
[19:12]*Tamaranian Star floats above Angela and grabs some popcorn.
[19:13]Get Fucked: That's quite an audience, if you are really watching.
[19:13]*Tamaranian Star is just here for popcorn.
[19:15]*Littlest Healslut was easily lulled into that false sense of security, drooling over his fingers as he pet her head until that cock filled the very being of her mouth with the musky, tangy taste of his cock. His scent raided her nose again, the taste of his cock lube slipping over her tongue and down her throat, helping him with the next step where he so casually stuffed his cock down her throat. A heaving, loud HURK left the tiny cumdump's throat as she was so wantonly stuffed with dick, his pulse felt against the walls of her throat. Her nose rested in his pubes, his balls draped over her chin. Tears streamed down her cheeks but not from pain or any anguish. On the contrary, she didn't want to be anywhere else at the moment. Still her arms hung by her side while her tongue came out to meet the two overly stuffed nuts that rest along her chin.
[19:26]*Get Fucked didn't stop himself from giving this cum-snorting bitch a break for a single second. Tightening his hand's grip over her blonde hair, the black-skinned stud began to hump his hips back and forth with a rapid pace, his ball-sack striking her chin with each pounding. His cock's underbelly was being washed over her lolling tongue's surface which was acting as a red carpet for his invading meatslab. The thick layer of cum-grease would melt into her drool with the passage of time, forming a thick, foamy, and bubbly paste of froth among her lips. It would stick his cock's shaft with her face's figure with each deep drilling. Hell, it was white and soapy enough to drench the nigger's cock within a blanket of white-clothing. His cock's crown would press along her throat's back as it grinded upon her walls, thick ropes of cum oozing out again and again, like that flow of cum water-fall wasn't stopping at all. Using his other free hand, he would deliver a slap against her face, then would curl his fingers around her throat, feeling the out-line of his pile-driving cock deepening itself into her. He was feeling it; that ocean of cum-batter starting to move into his cock's pipe, so he had to act fast. His methods became far more rougher, messier, stronger, containing more sheer-force than usual. A blow after blow meeting her throat, raping her vocal-cords and her gullet, letting that thick paste to drench her mouth in his taste but finally delivering the final push. All of that pent up cum escaped out into her tiny throat's hole, ropes after ropes, strands after strands of custard-thick nut-sludge flowed into her mouth, forcing her to swallow it up, the sound of which would be melody to his ears. He didn't move till his balls were empty, most of it even dripping out of her mouth now. With a soft yet faint moan, he pulled himself out, his cock now smeared in his own cum and her saliva.