CFNM fun part 2 Bill gets humiliated and spanked for being fat and smelly

its the next morning, and I can still feel the excitement pulsing through me from the whirlwind adventure that Abby and I embarked on yesterday. Honestly, it’s like a thrilling movie that’s playing on repeat in my mind. Mike has already dashed off to work, and the kids are off at school, so it feels like the perfect time for me to dive into these thoughts. My phone buzzes, snapping me back to reality, and I see a message from Abby. Curiosity instantly piqued, I open it up, and to my delight, it reads, “Hey, just wanted to check if you’re still up for another meet."

I pause for just a second, my fingers itching to respond, and finally, I type back, “Yes, I can’t wait! 🤣🤣.” Abby replies almost instantly, “great! I think I've stumbled upon another easy one, though he does sound a bit... well, not the freshest. Are you home? I can swing by.” My heart races at the thought of more fun. “Yes, please do! This sounds intriguing,” I reply, my mind already racing with possibilities.

Fast forward through two hours of mundane housework, which honestly felt like forever. Just as I’m starting to lose hope for the day, I hear the eager ring of the doorbell. I dash to the door, throwing it open with a big smile on my face. Abby walks in, clearly just as excited. “Well, don't keep me hanging! What’s so disgusting about this guy you mentioned?” I ask, my anticipation bubbling over.

With a glint of mischief in her eyes, she pulls out her phone and smiles. “On the bright side, Tom from last night gave us a five-star review!” She pauses for dramatic effect, “But check out this guy's message!” As I read it out loud, I can’t believe my ears: “Hi ladies, I’m here because of your five-star feedback. I’ve had so many disappointing experiences before, unfortunately, so I’m willing to give it one last try. My fetish is to be humiliated and dominated by sexy ladies. I’m largely overweight and a little on the smelly side, and would love for you to humiliate me for that reason. I’d love to explore some more intense aspects, like ball kicking and slapping—as hard as you can! Additionally, I have a panties fetish and would love to try face sitting. If you could dress as nurses and pretend to be my caregivers, that would be great. Love to hear back from you, Bill.”

“Oh wow, this guy really has a lot of specific requests!” I say with a grin. Abby laughs, “Yeah, but think of the earnings!”

“Basically, he wants us to dress up as nurses and roast him for being fat and smelly. Can't say that sounds too hard to me," I reply, sharing a conspiratorial look with Abby. She grins back, “I’m all in if you are!”

“Yeah! But how much should we charge?" I muse, recalling that Tom had handed us £400. “At least that!” I say eagerly, “And honestly, the face sitting seems like an extra layer of, well, squishy discomfort!”

“Absolutely!” Abby agrees with a mischievous gleam in her eye. With a determined grin, she grabs her phone, saying, “Alright, let me shoot him a message.” I nod along, feeling the tingle of adrenaline. “I’ve told him it’s £400 for everything except face sitting, that will be another £50 each. If he wants our panties at the end, that’s an extra £50 each too. Let’s see how he reacts.”

Not long after, Bill replies, and I can't help but hold my breath. “Great to hear back from you! Yes, that price is fine. Can I ask if the face sitting is with panties on or not? Also, do you offer touching like wanking or sucking?”

Abby and I both gasp, caught off guard. “What the heck do we say to that?” she laughs nervously. I chuckle amidst the disbelief, “Honestly, I’m not prepared to face-sit an unknown dude without some sort of coverage! But a handjob or teasing might be in my skill set.”

Abby, forever the pragmatist, picks up her phone again. “Okay, just so you're aware, Bill, we’re still pretty new to all this. Face sitting will have to be with panties on, but are willing to give a handjob/blowjob for a extra £100 each extra. plus there will be multiple upskirt views in the original price. So if you want everything, that brings it to a total of £800.”

I can’t help but grin as she shows me the message before hitting send. “I doubt he’ll agree; it’s a hefty sum,” I say, but my words barely escape my lips when Abby’s phone buzzes again. “Kim! He’s actually agreed! He wants everything!” she exclaims, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she shows me the screen. I gasp in disbelief, “Wow, I can’t believe this!”

As the reality of the situation settles in, Abby asks, “So when are you free?” I think back to my calendar. “As long as I’m back before Mike returns tomorrow, I can meet up then—but we don’t own any nurse costumes!"

“Alright, I’ll message him about scheduling for tomorrow, and you hop on Amazon for uniforms,” Abby declares, her energy infectious. I scroll through countless options on Amazon, fascinated by the variety. “Okay, he’s asked if we can meet at noon tomorrow,” Abby says, her excitement bubbling over.

“Great, but seriously, which uniforms should we pick? There are so many!” I laugh at how ridiculous this all feels. “Definitely not this one!” she teases, pointing at a particularly risqué mini skirt outfit. I chuckle, “Nope, too much!”

Eventually, I come across a simple yet cute light blue tunic. “How about this?” I ask, holding it up to the screen. “They have it in two lengths—below the knee or above.” “Let’s go for above the knee,” Abby decides with a wink. “Okay, they should arrive in the morning,” I say, barely able to contain my excitement.

Taking a moment to process our bizarre plan, I can’t help but grin, “What are we even thinking?” Abby beams at me, clearly just as thrilled as I am, “I know! But £800 is insane. I wonder just how fat and smelly he really is,” she teases, nudging me playfully.

“Alright, I need to get going. If you meet me at mine at 10 tomorrow, we can get ready together,” Abby suggests. “Sounds like a plan! I’ll see you tomorrow,” I grin, trying to suppress my nerves yet feeling the thrill of what’s to come.

The next morning arrives quickly, and Mike shakes me awake, asking about my day ahead. I can’t help but smile, my mind racing with the possibilities of the day’s adventures. “Oh, nothing much,” I reply coyly. He kisses me goodbye and heads off to work. Just then, I spot the Amazon delivery guy approaching, “Yes! This must be our uniforms,” I think to myself, excitement bubbling up within.

After a quick shower to center myself, I pack some essentials into my bag and head over to Abby’s place, my stomach flipping with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “This extra cash is going to help out so much this month,” I remind myself as I walk in, holding the bag with our uniforms proudly.

“Omg, they arrived!” Abby beams as I enter. We both can’t believe we’re actually about to do this again. We try on our new outfits, and I have to admit, they look surprisingly professional. “What are you wearing under yours?” I tease, arching an eyebrow at Abby.

She holds up a cheeky little white thong with a grin. “What about a bra?” I query, smirking at her. “Oh, I’m feeling a little naughty—no bra for me!” she laughs, her playful spirit infectious. I rummage through my things, finally deciding on a cute cotton pink thong.

As Abby playfully nudges me, “You should ditch the bra too, just like me!” I can’t help but laugh, "fine" i grin.

“Alright, we’ve got half an hour to kill before the taxi arrives,” I said, knowing we were a bit early. Abby smiled and handed me a glass of wine. “OMG, I seriously need this to calm my nerves,” I laughed, swirling the wine in my glass. “If we just do what we did with Tom, I’m sure he’ll love it,” Abby said confidently.

Before long, the taxi showed up, and we made our way to Bill’s place, both nervous and giddy with anticipation. When we pulled up outside, I took a good look at the house. It was quite large, with a beautiful garden that was clearly in desperate need of some TLC. The house itself looked pretty expensive, though.

“Are you ready?” Abby asked, just before knocking on the door. My heart raced as I caught sight of a strange man opening it. “Hi Bill!” Abby greeted him like an old friend, and I tried not to laugh as he let us in.

Wow! Once I stepped inside, I realized the house was a complete disaster. It was my first proper look at Bill. He appeared to be in his early sixties, a big guy—definitely over twenty stone—and scruffily dressed in jeans and a stained black T-shirt. I figured it was best to let Abby take the lead as we entered the kitchen, which was spacious but equally messy. Big glass doors led out to the garden, but I couldn’t focus on that with the chaos around us.

“Err, Bill, I thought I told you to clean up this mess before we came over,” Abby said, playfully arching an eyebrow. I couldn’t help but grin, curious to see how she would initiate the scene. “I’m sorry, but I just haven’t had the time,” he stammered, clearly flustered.

“Well, it’s not good enough!” Abby shot back, her voice rising. “What’s that smell in here? Honestly!” She turned her head toward me, grinning. “Can you smell that too?” I nodded vigorously, eager to jump into the scene. “Oh yeah, I can definitely smell something horrible!” I added, trying to keep a straight face.

As Abby began to sniff the air, she stopped by Bill, and with a mock sternness, asked, “Is it you?” Color crept into his cheeks. “Kim, come here and smell him,” she insisted. I approached, and to my surprise—and horror—I could actually detect the source of the stench. “Err, yes, I think you’re right, Abby. I think it is him,” I said, struggling to contain my laughter.

“OMG, Bill, you stink! When was the last time you changed your clothes?” Abby asked, her tone a mix of teasing and disbelief.

“Err, maybe last week?” he replied sheepishly.

“Really? That’s just disgusting! You horrible old man!” Abby teased him, her voice echoing in the messy kitchen. “Well, come on then! Get them off! We can’t have you stinking up the place, can we Kim?” she grinned at me, nudging me to join in.

“Yeah, take them off so we can throw them in the washer!” I chimed in, feeling bolder.

Abby watched as Bill hesitantly peeled off his T-shirt, revealing a massive belly. He reluctantly dropped his jeans, standing there in a pair of stained white Y-fronts. Abby and I exchanged glances, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the state of them. “Look at your underpants, you dirty man! Come on, get them off; they’re disgusting!” Abby ordered in a playful yet commanding tone.

As he dropped his underpants, I gasped, taken aback by the surprising size of his soft cock. “Holy shit!” I thought to myself, casting a glance at Abby, whose expression mirrored my shock. “Go on, put them in the washer,” Abby insisted, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Bill shuffled over to the washer with his garments in hand, and Abby turned to me, her face lit up with amusement. “OMG, did you see the size of his cock?” she whispered, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Yeah, it looked huge!” I grinned, unable to shake off the shock of it all. “But honestly, he really does smell pretty bad,” I added, smirking.

“Right? But think of the money!” she laughed.

Bill made his way back over to us, and Abby squinted at him with a grin. “Seriously Bill, I can still smell something. When was the last time you actually bathed?”

“Err, maybe two weeks ago?” he answered, looking a bit sheepish.

“Are you serious? Are you fucking kidding me? You disgusting old man!” Abby shouted, really getting into character.

“You know what, Bill? I’m genuinely sick of you right now. We come out here trying to help you, and you can't even be bothered to clean up your mess! Look at you—you fat fuck! Honestly, you fucking stink!” Abby's words spilled out, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how she was fully embracing the scene.

Bill hung his head low, clearly embarrassed, but Abby wasn’t laying off.

“Go on, then! You fat prick! Start cleaning this disgusting kitchen, you worthless man!”

With a forlorn expression, he started grabbing a bin bag and began tackling the pile of takeaway boxes that seemed to have taken over the kitchen.

Abby shook her head in disapproval. “No wonder you're so fat! Do you ever eat anything healthy? Honestly, I think a dog would keep this place cleaner!”

After what felt like forever, Bill finally filled two bin bags and hesitated for a moment. “Well, don’t just stand there—put them in the bin!” Abby shouted, her tone demanding.

“But the bins are in the back garden. I can’t go out like this,” he muttered, looking like a kid caught in a tricky situation.

"Oh my gosh, did you seriously just talk back to me?" Abby gasped, picking up a belt that had been lying on the table.

He barely had time to process what was happening before Abby swung the belt with a sudden whoosh, delivering a sharp crack across his behind. Bill let out a yelp that echoed in the room—a sound that blended surprise and stinging pain.

“Do I have to ask you again?” Abby continued, her tone playful yet commanding. Bill shot a glance at her, his expression a mix of annoyance and resignation. He then pivoted and walked out the door, clutching the bags tightly in his hands. After a few heartbeats, he quickly returned, looking somewhat defeated. “That wasn’t hard, was it?” Abby said with a smirk, clearly enjoying the dynamic they were navigating.

“Now, get on your hands and knees with your butt facing those big glass doors, just like the smelly dog you are,” she instructed, her words dripping with playful disdain. Without hesitation, Bill dropped to his knees, finding himself in a position he never thought he’d be in. Abby’s laughter bubbled over as she continued, “This is the punishment you get for being a fat, lazy, smelly prick. And I really hope our neighbors can see all of this too.” She turned to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Hey Kim, come over here and give him a good whack with that belt!” Abby called out, prompting me to step forward, curious and amused by the whole spectacle. The sight before me was quite the sight to behold, with Bill’s massive balls and cock in full view—an almost surreal reality that made it hard to keep a straight face.

As I took the belt from Abby’s hand, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. I swung the belt down, the sound of impact cutting through the air. "Ouch!" Bill yelped again, his voice a blend of shock and irritation. I wasn’t done there; I struck again and again while he gasped and gritted his teeth, bracing for each new hit.

“Go on, Kim, kick the fat prick in his balls!” Abby encouraged with an amused grin. I glanced down at his situation and couldn’t resist teasing, “Well, I couldn’t miss them, could I? Just look at the size of them!” With a laugh, I aimed and kicked straight at his sack, the impact eliciting a cry from Bill as he fell over on his back, gasping for breath.

“Look at you lying there like a fat prick,” Abby chuckled, clearly enjoying the unfolding scene. She took the belt back from me and, with a gleeful swing, landed it hard against both his cock and balls. “Fuck!” he cried out, cradling himself in pain. “Move your hand!” Abby shouts, giving him no mercy as she strikes again, perfectly aiming for those aching balls of his. You can practically feel the tension in the room as the whole scene unfolds, each smack echoing with a mix of laughter and disbelief.

“Look at you, you pathetic prick,” Abby laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I mean seriously, I bet that thing can’t even get hard with how gat you are, Can it?”

Bill glanced in our direction, his expression a mix of confusion and embarrassment, before he finally just nodded, probably not sure how to react.

“Oh come on, don’t be shy! Prove it then,” Abby challenged, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. “And if you actually manage to get it up, who knows? Maybe we’ll even help you out a bit. How does that sound?”

Bill looked back at us, uncertainty written all over his face. “You’re just saying that, right? I don’t believe you,” he said, almost pleadingly. Abby, sensing his hesitation, leaned in a little closer, her tone light and teasing. “No, seriously! We’re totally down to help if you can deliver. You’ve got this!”

With that, she pushed him a little further. “C’mon, fat boy, get that cock hard! Let’s see what you’ve got,” she teased with a grin, clearly enjoying this back-and-forth.

To our surprise, Bill didn’t back down. He took a deep breath and, without missing a beat, he started stroking his cock right there in front of us. Abby and I exchanged quick glances, our smiles widening as we watched in disbelief. This was happening.

In just a few moments, his cock began to grow, and we couldn't help but stare as it transformed. Holy crap, it was getting big—like, really big. Almost like a weapon parading around and standing proudly in front of us. It was shocking yet oddly fascinating.

Bill met our gazes with a newfound sense of pride, and for the first time, he seemed a bit more confident. “Okay, I eat my words,” Abby said, grinning from ear to ear, clearly impressed. “So, tell us, which one of us do you want to go first then” Her tone was playful, but you could sense the genuine curiosity in her voice.

Bill hesitated for a moment, glancing back and forth between us, before finally pointing decisively at Abby. “You,” he said simply, a mix of bravado and bashfulness in his tone.

With a playful smile on her face, she kneels down right between his legs, and wraps her fingers around his impressive erection. "OMG, Kim! Look at this thing! Abby bursts out laughing, her eyes wide with excitement. "Seriously, how big is this? You fat prick!" She can't help but tease as she looks up at Bill with a cheeky grin.

Meanwhile, Bill is lounging on the floor, giving a casual shrug as if this entire situation is just another day in the life. "Uh, I think there’s a ruler in that drawer over there," he says, a bit nervously, clearly aware of the unexpected attention on him.

Abby, not one to waste time, leaps up and dives into the drawer, rummaging around with determination. After a moment of frantic searching, she triumphantly pulls out a 12-inch ruler, her enthusiasm palpable as she kneels back between Bill's legs again.

Grinning mischievously, she lightly taps the ruler against his balls, and Bill lets out an unexpected loud gasp—clearly not prepared for that little surprise. "Alright, let's see just how impressive this really is!" she exclaims, holding the ruler up against his enormous cock. Her eyes widen as she gasps, "OMG, Kim! Come here and check this out!"

I lean in closer to get a better look, and I can't help but gasp too. "Whoa, it’s nearly 11 inches!" I say, my mind racing with disbelief. "How the fuck do you have such a massive cock, you smelly fat disgusting man?" Abby teases, her playful slap against his balls echoing her amusement.

she starts to stroke his shaft slowly, a cheeky grin spreading across her face. “Just because you’ve got this gigantic cock doesn’t make you any less of a fat, smelly prick, you know that right?” she continues, clearly enjoying this banter. “I mean, I bet this poor cock hasn’t been touched by a woman in years, has it?” she mocks, giving him a knowing look.

Bill, red-faced and clearly embarrassed, shakes his head in shame.

As I get ready to dive into some fun, I lift my dress just around my hip, and I can’t help but notice how Bill's eyes nearly pop out of his head! It's like I've just given him a surprise show. I tease him a little, asking, “Is this helping you, Bill?” Abby’s standing nearby, grinning from ear to ear and nudges me to go for it. “Come on, Kim, sit on his face!” she encourages, clearly loving the moment. With a cheeky smile, I squat over Bill’s face, making sure to face Abby while keeping the playful banter going.

“Don’t you dare touch me, you fat prick!” I joke, lowering myself down for him to really feel my presence. In a bold move, I rub my thong right against his nose, and I can’t help but laugh as Abby giggles beside us. “Are you enjoying this, Bill?” she teases, still playfully stroking him. The only response we get is a muffled “yes” from him, clearly loving the attention.

Then, out of nowhere, Abby pulls my face close to Bill’s lap, and I burst into uncontrollable giggles. It's all so fun and a bit chaotic. Then Abby starts playfully slapping his cock against my cheek, and I’m hit with a wave of embarrassment mixed with excitement. I can’t believe we're doing this!

With a gleam in her eye, Abby grins at me and says, “Remember what we agreed to,” as she rubs the tip of Bill's cock against my lips.
I hesitated for a moment, but then I opened my mouth wide, letting the head of his cock slide in. Wow, the smell hit me like a ton of bricks! It was a strong, overwhelming scent that made my head spin a little. Abby was giggling away, pushing my head down gently, encouraging me to take more of his cock.

the size of his cock was absolutely mind-blowing. I couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement bubbling up inside me from the sheer craziness of the situation. I found myself playfully rubbing my thong against his nose, teasing him just a bit more. Then, I pulled off to catch my breath, gasping for air as I glanced over at Abby, who was watching the whole thing unfold with a knowing grin plastered on her face.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer, softly whispering, “Come on, let’s really turn up the heat! Who knows, he might even be up for giving us more work.” With that suggestion hanging in the air, Abby couldn't help herself. She started popping the buttons on her tunic one by one, revealing her gorgeous breasts, which put an even bigger smile on her face.

She playfully reaches for my tunic, tugging at the buttons with a mischievous glint in her eye. I can’t help but grin as my breasts spill out. I stand up to get a better view of Bill, who’s practically mesmerized. My tunic still hangimg around my hips, teasingly low, and I can’t resist throwing a playful jab his way. 'Did you enjoy that, you little fatty?' I tease, a smirk spreading across my face as I catch a glimpse of his wide eyes, now fixated on my exposed tits.

Just then, Abby makes her entrance, sauntering over with a confident strut. She lifts her tunic high up around her hips and then decides to take a seat right on Bill's face, her boldness leaving me in awe. As she leans forward, her hands glide down to stroke his cock, a sultry smile playing on her lips as she begins to grind her thong against his nose. 'Mmm, I bet you love this, don’t you, you little piggy?' she coos, clearly enjoying the moment and fully aware of the power she has over him.

I can't help but laugh as I kneel down between Bill's legs, exchanging a playful glance with Abby. With a cheeky smile, I guide her head toward his cock, urging her to take him deeper. She opens her mouth wide, and before long, she’s taking him in, not holding back as she starts to gag a little. 'Oh my god, I think he’s actually licking my pussy!' Abby whispers to me, breathless and astonished, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and pleasure.

'No way, really?' I reply, grinning from ear to ear, enjoying every twist and turn of this tantalizing scenario.

she eagerly takes him back into her mouth. I can’t help but smile at the scene, feeling a rush of excitement as start gently massaging his balls, taking my time to savor every moment I start sucking on each of them in turn. I can hear Bill’s muffled moans rising in volume, which tells me he’s definitely reaching that tipping point.

"Let’s get him on his feet and both of us give him a little hand, what do you think?" I say, flashing a playful grin. Abby returns my enthusiasm with a smile, clearly on board with the idea. We both stand up, feeling a bit flustered, our tunics still hiked up around our waists, leaving our thongs visible and adding a little extra mischief to the moment.

“Alright, get up, you fat pig!” Abby calls out playfully as she adjusts her thong with a teasing grin. Bill, pushes himself up to his feet. “Stand over here,” Abby says, pointing to a spot nearby with a cheeky smirk.

As we stroll over, Abby boldly reaches out and grabs a hold of his cock, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. “What do you think, big guy? Do you want us to milk that cock of yours, well, fat boy?” she teases, her voice dripping with playful seduction. Bill nods eagerly, his eyes darting up to meet ours, clearly captivated by the sight of our tits, hanging out our tunics.

I got down on my hands and knees, playfully winking at Abby with a hint of mischief in my eyes. Abby, effortlessly grabbed him by his cock and led him behind me.

I smirked to myself, thinking how much fun it was to tease him like this. Abby leaned in, her voice dripping with cheeky confidence, “I bet you’re loving this view of Kim, aren’t you?”

“Look at that little pink thong she’s wearing,” Abby continued, her teasing tone ramping up even more. “i bet you'd love to sink that big, smelly cock inside her, wouldn’t you?” I could feel the heat rising as she pulled him closer, pressing his cock right against the soft material of my thong. My heart raced, and I couldn’t help but gasp as I looked back over my shoulder at what was going on.

the impressive size of him pressed up against the delicate fabric is absolutely mind-blowing. I’m left wondering just where this little game is going, and it's driving me wild!

“Do you really think you’re worthy of slipping your cock in her?” Abby asks, her voice dripping with mischief. Bill is nodding like a dog waiting for a treat, his eagerness impossible to miss.

“Really? Because honestly, I just don’t see it! You strike me more as a fat lazy slob who smells like old gym socks!” she shouts, bursting into laughter. “Right, Kim? Isn’t that so true?”

As I get to my feet, I can’t help but look at Bill. The disappointment on his face is just too much; it’s almost comical. We both stand there, grinning like fools, and I can’t help but poke fun at him. “If you really think I’d ever let you put that stinky cock anywhere near me, you’re dreaming!” I mock him, bursting into laughter.

“turn around, fatty, because we’ve got a little surprise for you!” Abby calls out, and Bill, still clueless, spins around.

Once he’s facing away, Abby and I exchange knowing smiles before we start to shimmy our thongs down. We pull our tunics down, but keep our tits on display, just teasing him further.

“Okay, you can turn around now!” Abby shouts, clearly enjoying this whole little game we’re playing.

As we dangle our panties off our fingers, I can see Abby’s playful smirk grow wider. “So, what do you think? do you want these, you fat, dirty perv?” she teases, her tone dripping with mischief.

Bill glances our way, a noticeable look of nervousness on his face, he finally gives a hesitant nod.

With grins plastered on our faces, Abby and I make our way over to him, trying to keep the mood light and playful. I lift up my pink thong and playfully loop it over his head, ensuring that the crotch part is snugly resting right on his nose. Abby follows suit, adding to the playful chaos.

“There you go, Bill! Now let's see what you’ve got,” Abby teases him with a mischievous smile. “Time to show us how you wank your cock!”

Without missing a beat, Bill starts to wank his cock right there.

"yeah, that’s it, Bill! Come on, give that big, fat, smelly cock of yours a good tug!” Abby says with a cheeky grin, playfully grabbing his balls.

“Yeah, go on, Bill! Don’t be shy now!” I tease, as Abby and I stand on either side of him, eyes glued to the action. It’s hard to look away from what’s unfolding right in front of us.

Bill starts wanking his cock even faster, the rhythm picking up as he lets out a few low, satisfied moans. “Mmm, that feels amazing,” he sighs, lost in the moment.

“Come on, that’s it, you fat prick! Make yourself cum, don’t hold back!” Abby shouts with excitement, urging him on.

Then, with a loud grunt, he thrusts his hips forward, and thick jets of cum shoot across the room, leaving him gasping.

“Oh my gosh, ladies! That was absolutely incredible! I can’t thank you enough for that experience,” Bill exclaimed, his jaw dropping in amazement.

“Not a problem at all!” Abby replied with a radiant smile. “We’re just thrilled to hear that you enjoyed it!”

“Honestly, I loved every single minute of it,” Bill chimed in, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. “I can’t believe how well the two of you brought everything to life. The realism was out of this world! This really has been the best experience I’ve had at any role-playing, CFNM.”

As he spoke, you could see the excitement bubbling within him—it was infectious! “Let me grab your cash,” he said eagerly, before heading off to collect the payment.

Abby and I exchanged glances, beaming with pride from the successful performance we had just delivered. There was something magical about the way we worked together, and it made the whole experience feel even more rewarding. We playfully adjusted our tunics, pulling them back into place, and couldn’t help but smile at our shared accomplishment.

Before long, Bill returned with a grin plastered across his face, holding out the cash like it was a trophy. “Honestly, I’ve never been this aroused in my life!” he admitted, chuckling a bit. “Thank you so much again for tonight. I really hope we can set something up again soon!”

“Absolutely! Just drop us a message whenever you're ready, and we’ll make it happen,” Abby replied, her smile widening.

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