Futanari en la Plaza Nocturna

Una chica futanari nacida con pene y testiculos, se dirige de noche hacia una plaza por una juntada con sus amigas, cuando se le acercan cuatro vagabundos. Todos ellos, lucian horrible, ropa gastada, barbas sucias, canas y granos, pero todos ellos, tenian enormes y regordetes culos, los mas grandes que la chica habia visto jamas. Los vagabundos le dijieron, "Ey nena, quieres una mamada, te daremos la mejor mamada de tu vida, dos de nosotros en tu polla y dos chupando tus huevos, todos a la vez, solo por un poco de dinero, aceptas?"

The night air was thick with the scent of cheap booze and fried food as she walked through the dimly lit plaza, her cock already half-hard in her tight jeans just from the thought of meeting her girls later. The streetlights flickered, casting long shadows—shadows that suddenly multiplied as four figures stepped into her path. They were rough-looking, faces lined with grime and bad decisions, clothes hanging off them like rags. But her eyes locked onto their asses—huge, round, unmistakable, each one jiggling slightly as they swayed closer. Ridiculous. Obscene. The kind of asses that made her dick twitch against her zipper. "Ey, nena," the tallest one rasped, his grin missing teeth. "Want a blowjob? Best damn one you’ll ever get. Two of us on your dick, two suckin’ those big balls of yours—all at once. Just a few bucks. Whaddya say?" She smirked, letting her tongue drag over her bottom lip as she considered it. The air smelled like sweat and piss, but all she could focus on was the hungry look in their eyes—and the way their fat asses practically begged for a rough grip. "You sure you can handle it?" she challenged, already unbuckling her belt. "Don’t disappoint me."

"Claro que podemos, mamita," growled the shortest one, licking his cracked lips as he dropped to his knees right there on the pavement. The others followed, their filthy hands already pawing at her zipper. One of them—greasy hair, stinking of stale beer—leaned in close, his breath hot on her thigh. "Te vamos a chupar hasta la última gota." She exhaled sharply when the first rough tongue licked up the length of her cock, the contrast of filth and skill sending sparks up her spine. "Ah, así... pero no se olviden de estos," she hissed, grabbing the back of the nearest head and shoving him between her legs, forcing his mouth onto her heavy balls. The other two wasted no time, their lips sealing around her shaft in a sloppy, wet rhythm. "Mierda, qué buena tenés la pija," one moaned between slurps, his thick fingers digging into her hips. She tangled a hand in his matted hair, yanking him deeper. "Hablen menos... chupen más." The wet sounds filled the alley, their eager mouths working her like she was their last meal.

La chica, sintiendose en el paraiso, saca su celular y empieza a grabar desde su vista como los cuatro vagabundos chupan y succionan su polla y sus huevos, dejando el video en su galeria para mas tarde complacerse

Her free hand fumbled for her phone, pulling it from her back pocket with a shaky grip. She hit record, angling the screen downward to capture the obscene scene—four hungry mouths working her over, tongues swirling, lips stretched tight around her. The dim streetlight glistened off the spit-slicked cock between them, the camera catching every filthy detail. "Ustedes nacieron para esto," she groaned, thumb rubbing the phone screen to zoom in as the tallest one deepthroated her, his throat convulsing around her tip. The others moaned in agreement, their hands roaming her thighs, ass, balls—claiming every inch. The video would be perfect. The sounds alone—wet slurps, choked gasps, the slap of skin—were enough to make her hips stutter. She bit her lip, imagining how many times she'd replay this later, fingers buried in her own pussy while watching these putas swallow her whole. "Más," she ordered, shoving the phone closer. "Quiero recordar todo."

Sigue grabando el video perfecto, grabando cada detalle, incluso mostrando los enormes culos de los vagabundos que tiemban mientras chupan su polla y huevos

Her breath hitched as she tilted the phone lower, capturing the sight of their ragged jeans stretched tight over thick asses—each one trembling as they knelt in the filthy alley, tongues and lips working her cock and balls with desperate devotion. The tallest one, his cheeks hollowed from hunger, had a grip on his own ass, spreading himself shamelessly for the camera while his throat milked her inch by inch. "Eso, perras," she panted, zooming in on the way their muscles clenched as they swallowed her deeper, the sweat and grime making their skin glisten under the dim light. One of them moaned around her shaft, his ass jiggling as he rocked back onto his heels, fingers digging into his own flesh. The raw need in their movements, the way their bodies shook with every slurp—it was fucking art. She adjusted the angle again, making sure to catch the moment the shortest one gagged, spit dripping down his chin as she thrust into his mouth, his asshole visibly twitching. "No pares," she growled, squeezing her own thigh to stifle the tremor building in her hips. The video had to be *perfect.*

Her thumb swiped across the screen, switching to a wider shot—now all four of them were in frame, their mouths slick and swollen, their rough hands gripping her thighs for balance as they jostled for more. One of the younger vagabundos, his stubble rough against her inner thigh, had two fingers buried knuckle-deep in his own ass while he sucked her balls, his other hand working his dick in fevered strokes. "Ahí, justo ahí," she hissed as the tallest one took her down to the root again, his nostrils flaring with the effort. The camera caught the way his culo clenched when she shoved deeper, his hole winking shamelessly between his spread cheeks. The others weren’t idle—one had her free hand tangled in his greasy hair, forcing him to lick her taint while she jerked the last one’s cock in time with her thrusts. Spit and pre-cum smeared across the lens as she angled it lower, capturing the mess they were making—their faces glazed, their asses red from their own slaps. "Malditos adictos," she laughed, breathless, feeling her climax coil tight. The video was already fucking gold.