Hand-Warmer Mounted Female Onahole Cleaning
Kiss marks covered her from cock to ass—vivid lip prints stamped across pale skin.
Gracia smiled in satisfaction and pulled her face away. A long silver thread of saliva stretched, then snapped.
"Thirsty, aren't you. Drink this at least."
Those firm thighs closed. The monstrous baby-seed fueling rod stood rigid and ready.
"This is liquor poured by this body personally. Leave not a single drop. Drink every last bit."
Gracia poured clear liquor into the cock delta formed by her own legs. Precum that had leaked in little spurts from the piss-slit mixed with spit, clouding the cock-valley wine. Black pubic hair swayed inside it like seaweed.
So this is the legendary long-pole liquor I've only heard about... Pouring booze into a man's crotch and making someone drink it—pure pervert play...
"H-how am I supposed to drink this... Cock hair floating around in the liquor... Baby seeds bobbing on the surface... If I drink this, the cock stink'll soak all the way into my liver..."
"Silence. This body specially poured it for you, and you refuse? In Gehenna that earns extreme punishment."
Gracia's toes kicked the swollen slime-pregnancy belly. A bright thump-thump rang out, like tapping a water balloon.
"H-huuuunnngh... Fine... I get it, I get it..."
Lips pursed, she sucked down every drop of liquor pooled in the stiff-cock valley.
"Sluuurp... hluurp... hlorp... ssssuck..."
G-gross... It's just liquor, so why does it taste bitter and salty and reek of raw male...?
Even with that massive female-cunt manufacturing tool and those baby-seed balls dunked in it, it aged this fast... Amazing... What incredible male pheromones...
No female could ever beat a male with pheromones like these... Nothing left but to spread her premature-ejaculation cunt wide and beg for mercy...
But I'll endure. For you all. I... Magical Girl Hermes will never break from the Demon King's training...
Face buried in the baby-seed fountain, she rolled her eyes toward the wall of screens. There her juniors still held out, admirably resisting corruption by the orcs.
Get that away... Take that filthy, foul-smelling thing out of my face...
D-don't open your eyes! Don't smell it! Don't open your mouth! If you look at a cock that huge, your female womb gets hypnotized... So don't look, don't smell...
No... No no no... I hate meat clubs this size... They won't even fit in a belly...
Tch, you despicable orc bastards... Shoving your rock-hard half-orc manufacturing cocks at helpless magical girls just to torment them...!
Bound by blades, unable to flee or even turn their heads, the magical girls had those coppery-reeking magical-girl-cunt-smashing clubs thrust right under their noses. Ordinary females would start doing mating-prep gymnastics the instant they caught that scent—yet these girls were forced to breathe it at zero range. Their eyes were already going hazy.
"Hluuurrrp... J-just hold on a little longer... I'll definitely... no matter what, I'll definitely save you... Just endure tonight... Hluuurrp... Pwahh... Ghk... I drank it all..."
"Then clean the cock-juicer thoroughly so it is ready for mating."
From somewhere Gracia produced a towel and tossed it over.
"Eh... th-this is a towel...?"
The surface bristled with dense silicone nubs. It looked less like a towel and more like an adult toy.
"Start by wiping the female holes soaked in the filthy love-gel of a human-rights-revoked onahole."
"W-what the hell... Don't talk about my genitals like that... And how am I even supposed to wipe with this thing... The absorbency looks terrible..."
She dabbed the plump pink onahole entrance with the towel like a foundation cushion. One glance at Gracia's expression told her that was wrong.
"You think that half-assed dabbing will clean the thick cunt-slime cock-juice caked on a faceless-subscriber-event exclusive onahole? Hmm? If your pregnancy pouch also had a cunt attached, try using it to think."
"M-my head is not a pregnancy pouch... And you watched that video too, didn't you... The one of me getting doggy-fucked in a park toilet outdoors... You're awful..."
"No matter how much this body gets hard for the vulgar sight of Hermes, thrusting into a female onahole still dripping sticky cock-juice is a touch unpleasant. Wipe with that towel. Scrub hard. Until this body says stop."
Y-you bastard...
I get it now... I know exactly what Gracia is trying to make me do...
"F-fine, I'll wipe..."
Standing, she spread her legs and thrust her plump outer lips forward so Gracia could see clearly. Then she stuffed the nub-covered towel between her thighs, gripped both ends front and back, and scrubbed her crotch like scouring off grime.
"Gwoheeeeeeh... Ogk... Ugk... Nnghiiiii..."
Rocking her hips while scrubbing doubled the speed of the cunt-torment. The stimulation on her premature hole doubled too.
"Hii... hii... The silicone... silicone nubs are scraping my female hole like a back-scratcher... My plump onahole entrance curtains—the outer lips... the pretty premature-ejaculation pink inner flesh... the poor swollen bean of a clit and the cock-washer entrance... all getting mercilessly re-educated by those silicone nubs..."
And the ass-plug trembled, slime sloshing inside...
"Nnguek... Kkiiiiiik..."
Ten-second cut climax for a premature-ejaculation cunt that came from cock-food alone.
Pshuuuuuu... A female cunt-juice water gun sprayed and dirtied the floor.
"Pwahahaha! Kkiiik! Kkiiik, she says! This body has sentenced countless magical girls with its cock, yet never heard such vulgar screams! Like a half-magical-girl-laying cunt-chicken!"
"Hiiii... You... y-youuu... Calling it a chicken-coop cunt... Words you must never say to a woman... Absolutely never... Nngook..."
Coming again...
Scrubbing the towel hard against her cunt while approaching Gracia, she climaxed once more.
"Inget... Ugek... Kkokiiiiiik... Ggek... Ongot..."
"Truly vulgar screams. Like a three-thousand-won rubber chicken from a toy shop. Squeeze the belly and it goes 'eokkoook' or 'kkiiik.' Exactly like female-cunt Hermes, whose life as a woman is already finished."
"Thaaaat's... Who... who says that... I-I'm not making perverted doggy moans... Th-this is all because of you Gehenna bastards and the Yin-Mark making these vulgar uhyo-ugok sounds come out..."
"Is that so? Then produce pure, innocent moans."
"H-huun... Think I can't if you tell me to... Listen carefully... Ha... haaan... han... aaan..."
She cleared her throat and tried feminine moans—only to rub the towel wrong and crush her clit under the silicone nubs.
"Nnghoek... C-coming... Clit hurts... Inanimate clit re-education... G-gkkkoooooook... Ohok... ohok... Kkokiiiiit... Three cunt climaxes in under a minute... Ugo... ugogok... Gugeek..."
Hate it... Hate hate... I hate these vulgar moans...
"Hahahaha! What arousing moans! Every female is born to be fucked, milked of cock-juice, and impregnated. These moans suit a female made solely for cunt use perfectly."
Shame at the vulgar sounds plus the pleasure of cunt climax made her legs give out. She collapsed into the puddle of her own climax fountain.
"Ahi... ahi... Nngueeek..."
Tears streamed from her eyes. Drool streamed from her mouth. Female defeat-juice leaked from every hole she possessed.
Like a dog showing its belly in defeat and submission to its master, she lay at Gracia's feet and freely displayed her ample milk-udders and swollen belly.
"Hii... M-my female hole won't close... Female hole's broken... Heat-crazed and stuck open... Must be the heat-ventilation that comes from the ragged premature-ejaculation cunt-making masturbation method for female onaholes..."
Gracia approached, slipped fingers into the pink hole, and played with it. Two fingers explored the vaginal walls, pressed, sandpapered rapidly, then finally used a thumb to spin the poor swollen red female clit-cock like a joystick.
"Hmm. Loosened nicely."
"Higya... Hhya... Hugigigik... Ugi... ugik... Ugegegek..."
While Gracia held the cunt appraisal, she came again.
"But the inside still isn't clean."
Gracia fetched rope from somewhere and bound her. Arms behind her back, legs spread wide—tied so tightly she couldn't move a single finger.
Then, from somewhere, a toothbrush and an electric toothbrush appeared...?
"A t-toothbrush? Why a toothbrush?"
"This body already said the inside must be cleaned thoroughly as well. Considered a toilet brush, but that cannot scrub meticulously, so it is out of the question. For this, scrub square millimeter by square millimeter with this toothbrush."
Ah?
Eh?
S-scrub what with a toothbrush? Scrape the vaginal walls wildly with an electric toothbrush? Millimeter by millimeter, carefully?
"W-wait, spare meeeeeeegh..."
Hii... The vibrating toothbrush is wrecking my clit...
The round toothbrush head fit perfectly over the engorged, swollen clit. No space left in any direction—the vibrating brush covered it completely and whirred as the bristles spun.
"Hagiyaaat..."
The instant the switch was flipped, like pressing a climax button, she came immediately. Cunt-juice sprayed hard enough to arc over Gracia and drip into a flowerpot.
—Wuuuuuuuuung...
"Worry not. This body will wash the onahole interior carefully, meticulously, and slowly. For this work an ordinary toothbrush is best. The vibrating one is merely running so cleaning love-juice is available during the task."
"Ugeeeeh..."
—Chikachikachikachikachika... Tsut... Kchik-kchik...
"Kkugeeeek... Hungoooo... Eok... Oooook... Oooooot..."
—Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung...
"D-dying... Hell... Pleasure hell... Vibrating toothbrush clit-wrecking... Brushing my cunt chika-chika... I'm gonna dieeeee..."
—Pshuuuuuuuut... Tzik... tzik... tziiiik...
Climax without rest. Continuous climax. And cunt-lake pshut-pshut.
Tzik... tzik-tzik... tzik-tzik-tzik... The climaxing female fountain kept firing like Morse code.