The slattern catches you off-guard, her phallic tendril cock-slapping you right across your black lips. You blink away the dazing impact, but the scent of the girl’s moist desire clings to your face like a cloying promise of things yet to come.
Or at least a different description vs Airtight Armor.You are too distracted to get out of the way. The straining, softball-sized condom hits you like a liquid punch, bursting in an instant and drenching you with hot, fresh zaika jizz. The scent of her need fills your senses and sends a heated shiver down your spine. Blushing but maintaining eye contact, the ganger pulls a fresh rubber over her bulb and blows you a kiss.
She can also defeat herself with her Lust increasing move.
Might be a bit of characterization, though.
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