Charisma & Tiffany Part 1

As Tiffany had focused her attention on each successive cock, it had seemed that it had as completely claimed her consciousness, drawing her heart, her soul, her mind, her very being into itself, stiffening her cognitively as well as physically, so as to mold her into a fused cock-self that was all stiffness and swelling and lust-crazed longing. The only problem was that, in having six cocks, Tiffany seemed to have six minds as well. She felt fragmented, as if she'd been broken into six selves, each of which was a vessel of lust that sought to claim primacy over the other five penis-selves she seemed to have become. Tiffany relished these sensations, but they were becoming too much for her, overwhelming her mental capacity, and she wished, fervently, for the orgasm--or orgasms--that would put an end to this sweet, ever-building torment. Meanwhile, Charisma's half dozen sopping cunts continued to assault her--fucking her head, her mouth, her belly, her groin, and her knees all at once, smothering her in soft, sweet, tender, succulent Pussy. . . .