Futakuthon

Futakuthon pulses with heat and chatter. Jewelz Blu shakes as she steps up to Lulu Chu's table. When her idol grabs the Sharpie, Jewelz reaches under instead, fingers grazing the bulge she came to feel in the flesh. Codi Vore jerks her back hard. "Next," she snaps. Fans keep moving. Later, lights dim in the private photo room. Lulu finds Jewelz first. She drags her into the shadowed corner, pulls her own skirt up, and slides Jewelz's hand around her cock. Strokes turn fast, wet sounds rising. Jewelz drops to her knees, tongue hungry, saliva shining on Lulu's shaft. Lulu groans, hips working shallow thrusts between Jewelz's lips. Codi walks in and freezes, door clicking shut behind her. She watches them another heartbeat, then crosses the room, grip steel on each of their necks. "Both of you," she says, voice low. "Don't move." She frees her own heavy length, thicker, already stiff, and pushes them chest-to-chest. "If you're going to ruin etiquette," she growls, "learn it the hard way." Codi bends Jewelz over the table first. She slams inside with one brutal thrust, voice tight. "Count." Lulu stands in front, cock slapping Jewelz's tongue. Codi fucks deep, breasts crushing Jewelz's back, every drive shoving Jewelz farther onto Lulu's length. Wet, rhythmic, loud. They swap. Lulu takes Jewelz from behind while Codi forces Jewelz's mouth open wider, her cock stretching Jewelz's throat until tears slip. Hands grip hair, hips clash. Codi orders positions like stage directions until all three tangle—Jewelz on her back, Codi riding her face, Lulu buried to the hilt inside Jewelz's cunt. Sweat, slapping skin, choking moans fill the room. Codi finally pins both girls to the table, one on each side of her cock. "Open," she commands. They do. She strokes hard, thick spurts painting tongues and lips. They lick it off each other while Codi watches, breath heavy. The convention hums on outside, but here nobody moves.