Dissidia Final Fantasy

She arched her back and let out a cry of ecstasy, her cum and Zidane’s gushing into the purple haired girl’s waiting mouth. Prishe caught the flow in her mouth, the tangy mixture of her lovers’ union filling it entirely. She swallowed it all, before leaning on her back, a big smile on her pretty face. “Mmmm,” she purred, her chin dripping with Zidane and Terra’s juices. “Better than Rolanberries.” That brought a laugh from all three lovers. When the laughing subsided, Prishe helped Terra to a sitting position next to Zidane, the two cuddling next to each other in the cold air. “Sit back and watch,” the ebony girl giggled.

Prishe turned her back to both of her companions and started a slow gyrating dance, moving to a rhythm that only her body could hear. Her hands traced sensually over her pert breasts, sliding tantalizingly slow down her belly and in front of her shorts. She wiggled out the last stitch of clothing, her bare ass sticking out at them. She gave Zidane a playing wink, the boy’s loins stirring at the realization that Prishe had gone commando. The shorts slipped around her ankles before she stepped out of them, her back still to them.

As she continued to dance, the other two suddenly realized that something seemed…off about Prishe, as if something out of place. Zidane’s eyes traced over the girl, wondering what it could be. His eyes trailed across her backside. The luscious curves of her rear, her sleek sexy legs, the two testes bouncing in-between her thighs, the occasional flash of her flat tummy, her…wait, her what? Prishe spun around at that moment, fully displaying herself for the two.

Terra let out a small gasp, torn between surprise and fascination at the sight in front of them. Zidane was stuck on surprise. “P-Prishe…you have a…?” The Elvaan giggled, splaying her legs so that they could get a better view. Nestled in between her legs, underneath a purple tuft of hair, was a raging hard, seven inch long penis.