The Maelstrom headquarters was usually quiet this late into the afternoon, and today was no exception, other than the odd patrol leaving or entering, the activity was at a minimum. In his office, lieutenant G'reth Folgfeder sat at his desk, the seeker miqo'te's hands at work, writing down and finishing up troop evaluations and reports. The dark leather gloves were laid to one side, the rest of the red and black uniform otherwise immaculate on his form. A stickler to the rules, for sure, though, one with a slight taste that set his unit apart from others. Disciplined and vigorous, as all Maelstrom soldiers should be, but in totality, all male.
As he worked, a four members of the feline's squadron barged into the office, most of them clad in little else but boots and open-jockstraps. A raen, keeper and two midlanders, pale ivory skin shared between them, legs slapping with the sound of breeding-meat clapping back and forth as they walked. Differing in sizes, but all lovingly ready, glistening at the tips, fat, white and prepared for their commanding officer. Wordlessly, the tallest of them, an au'ra who's chiselled physique allowed him to simply, and effortlessly, lift the seeker by the hips and drag him from his work with but a squeak of protest. A hyur moved in, grabbing at the pants, while another miqo'te took for the jacket and shirt, the clothes tossed unceremoniously out of the room to be piled outside the door.
"What is the meaning of this-"
The feline lieutenant began, G'reth's eyes glaring in heated anger, his protests largely ignored by his soldiers, who all knew him far better than that. The Raen took a seat, the bronze-skinned cat manhandled like a doll in lap, the beautiful contrast of snow-white hands taking under the caramel knees to tuck his commander up and fold him slightly, until a fat white au'ra prick was nestled happily between those doughy ass-cheeks. From there, the other three in the room crowded around the man, filling G'reth's view with fat, white dick, each one bobbing, lurching, throbbing. Pink engorged tips on display where a foreskin wasn't tucked over. A beautiful trio. The keeper from before came to the side, leaning his hips forward to playfully prod G'reth's cheek with his turgid cock, smearing some of the salty precum across it, before lifting up and letting a playful whap of his dick come down.
It quickly prompted the others to take turns, G'reth's protests silenced as his cheeks flushed, his mind occupied quickly enough with merely relaxing and loving the treatment, feeling three dicks smearing, smacking and toying with his face; using the cat-whore face as a frotting tool, taking turns to stand back, allowing another to come in and give a nice clap or two across the nose, or face. Nothing to smell, taste, or see but fat, sweaty dicks. Nothing to feel either, as another dick repeatedly and unrelentingly smeared between his cheeks, keeping the cat from thinking too clearly!
"Don't mind us, lieutenant," the raen behind him drawled out in a lazy rumble, joining the words by giving a lazy thrust upwards, the bloated pink head of his monstrous dick prodding under those twin golden nuts, before starting to saw back and forth to grind against that pretty dark hole. "We just couldn't stand y'lookin' so lonely here with all this paperwork."
It didn't take long for the heat and virile scents of four throbbing, sweaty cocks to start filling the room, or for the men there to start getting more daring for their squirming lieutenant. Soft grunts, and the sounds of meaty slaps from the sheer weight of those massive ivory pythons started to slowly fill the room, the whore-seeker's cheeks idly smacked with dicks as his soldiers amused themselves drawing short-lived red stamps in the shapes of the fat bloated tips. The thick oozing mess of clear, albeit sticky, precum started to build, wiped off on G'reth's face, hair, the twitching feline ears, or even the lips and nose - the smell and taste of the sweet, yet salty liquid adding to the aura of the occasion.
With all the heat brought about by the troupe of fair-skinned studs gathered around the dusky, bronze skinned toy of theirs, the hunks were getting sweatier, dribbles of nut-sweat dripping down the fuzzy wrinkles of those oversized, swollen cum-tanks - drooling onto the paperwork strewn over the floor and desk as they callously threw it about, staining them with their musky, mind-cloying, thought-melting stink. The raen, otherwise quite inactive so far, finally moved his hands off those lovely dark-skinned thighs to start pressing around the buttocks, fingers sinking into the curvy globes and start to push in, spreading his ass wide open. Between, that beautiful fag-pussy twitched, the dark-brown wrinkled star winking eagerly as it was stretched taut, only to quiver as the slab of ivory meat started to press lovingly against it, the engorged pink mushroom-head smearing pre-cum over it. He slid upwards, a particularly fat, finger-thick vein grinding against the hole, throbbing against it, that monstrous white shaft swelling by the minute.
By this point, G'reth had largely given up on trying to work, his mind blanking out, the sheer show of force from his soldiers distracting him utterly as he tried to at the least not show it. Rather unsuccessfully; that cute dick of his was at it's full mast, bouncing against his tummy, the soft hue of crimson on his cheeks, lips pursed, eyes glazed over, nostrils flaring. Every inch of the dusky miqo'te said how much he was enjoying being bullied by his men, his hands grasping at the raen he was perched up, gripping at those muscular arms, the contrast between the lovely pure pale white, and the warm tones of his own skin as his fingers brushed up and down the biceps. Feeling the heavy muscles coiled up, holding him firmly, and keeping his ass spread, exposed. Ready.
One of the hyur moved in, a grin across his face, hand on dick, moving that white breedmeat forward until the tip was pressed to the cat's nose, the slit pushing to the septum, the virile stink of precum all G'reth could smell.
"Couldn't resist flauntin' your stupid cock-hungry pussy, or that dick-polishin' mouth of yours, even while working, huh? You got a lot of nerve pretendin' you're a commander of anythin', instead of the cock-snorting fuck-trash cum-dump you really are..."
The other hyur and miqo'te moved in on either side, groping hands molesting his body, toying with those sensitive puffy nipples, tugging his tail, roughly kneading an ass-cheek, fingering his lips, or giving his dick a tug or slap. They kept moving about the cat-slut's body, not giving a moment of reprieve to the poor thing, his mouth slackened and open, drooling over himself as his body was overloaded from tip to tail with pleasure. The raen, not content to have his companions having all the fun, lifted his hips a little, trying to angle the lieutenant upwards until his fat ass was curved upwards, legs bent backwards, allowing that hot white meat to keep its place, pink tip prodding at the hole, and the thick, knead-able buns spread wide - but now with a set of ivory fingers to join it.
The tip of his finger brushed up on the twitching, starved cunt-lips, feeling the dark-toned muscle contract and relax, trailing around the wrinkled sphincter to feel it tense and quiver. Each touch to the sensitive rim of his asshole felt like a blow deep inside, so needy, so desperate, it felt like a ramming touch against his prostate, each prod sending shudders through his spine, searing hot bliss making his vision white. The raen's hips jutted upwards, smearing the engorged pink dickhead against that hole, wedging it right in so it held the muscle just on the verge of stretching... only to stop, and merely let it drift in slow, languid circles, teasing the puffy entrance with the threat of pushing through, only to sadistically pause and stop as the feline felt that need growing.
The fingers came back, tugging and pulling at G'reth's coin-slit, deforming it into various humiliating shapes and angles, the tug and pull making the nerves inside that sensitive rim fire off, driving the cat insane with need. His hole was so hungry, his cunt needing a good breeding, yet denied it at every opportunity. All three of the other squad members could see it clear as day, grinning at the display their leader's pussy was giving for them. The raen moved a free hand up, curling it around the back of G'reth's head to force him to look at both himself, and his subordinates as they leered and grinned. Three fat, sweaty, throbbing white dicks in field of view, all mere inches from his face, each one drooling thin lines of pungent precum.
"C'mon, lieutenant! You're our proud and famous leader, right? Just ask us to fuck y'until you squeal."
"Y'ain't earned it yet, kitten, beg us to rape you until you can't see straight."
"Yeah! Tell us how badly you want to be treated like rape-meat! It'll be more fun if you BEG us to fuck you until you're BRAINDEAD."
The four laughed amongst themselves, watching the cat's inner turmoil as his cheeks flushed out more, his body quivering in a raunchy need to surrender. Each push against his cunt from that pale-white meat was making it harder and harder to think, he was quivering, drooling, his face stained with cock-sweat and pre-nut, the sounds of their mocking making it hard to think. Harder, anyway, the sheer cloying stink of sweat and dick was palpable. He squirmed, his dark cunt twitching, limbs quivering in a deep need, a deep desire... finally, only one option, one deep breath, filling his lungs with that deep, lovely musk;
"I'm a proud officer of the Maelstrom, Lieutenant Folgfeder and... ah... I... I command you to have sex with me... Fuck me?" He squealed out, the laughter growing, but their idle stance saying he hadn't taken it far enough. His cheeks were flushed out a deep burgundy, the heat from them almost matching the room itself as he finally just gave in, needing it more than he needed dignity. "F-fuck... s-stop... ah... stop calling me lieutenant, stop... just... I'm just fuckin' rape-meat for your dicks, my pussy is so fucking hungry, please rape me, please fuck my drooling, needy fag-cunt until I can't fucking think, please - PLEASE!"
In an instant, the room erupted into mocking laughter as the finale left the shaking, depraved fuck-sleeve of a feline, at least, save for one of the hyur. He frowned a little, lips pursing as the raen looked at him with a smug grin; "Told you he'd crack."
"Yeah, yeah... I really thought he'd fight back a bit more with the whole... doin' reports, but hey, guess you know how to rile him up, eh? Alright, I'll go get yer money." He sighed, revealing the bet that caused this. As he spoke, the raen started to stand, and G'reth found his naked rear touching the warmed seat of his own chair, the four men standing around him.
"Oh, you didn't think we were gonna fuck you stupid while you were workin' did ya, Sir? You've got work to finish, we'll catch you later, okay?" The raen leaned down, a grin across his face as he hocked up a nice thick ball of spittle, and fired it directly between the eyes. With that, he gave a salute and moved on out. In turn, every other member lined up, each giving a salute, before firing a ball of spit. One for his forehead, the miqo'te used a finger to pry open the mouth for a shot on the tongue, and a last hit onto his right cheek. Four hot globs of bubbling spit left to drool slowly down G'reth's face. Before the last hyur left, he did as was tradition, bending himself over forwards, hands on each pale cheek to let that pink asshole of his out. Waiting in utter silence for G'reth to lean forward, and plant a single loving kiss onto the hole.
And with that - he was gone. The door clicked shut, and then - silence. G'reth sat back in his chair, staring at the stone ceiling, feeling the thick drool running down his cheeks and face, unwilling to quite yet wipe it off. His dick was still rock hard, his body quivering in need, in delight, in want, anticipation, lust, desires. The mess congealed to his face was still dribbling enough to never let it quite settle, still feeling the bubbling liquid on his skin. Disgusting, humiliating, and oh-so-hot. Gods, did he love his squad. With a deep inhale, he finally righted himself, getting all the papers together and starting to work once more - albeit naked this time.
His pace was hardly fast, but not too slowed, a testament to his work ethic that even with a stained, unwashed face, no clothes and a twitching cunt, he still managed to keep a good pace going. As he finished, dotting the last statement, and looking over the documents, he gathered them up, filing them away, padding bare-foot out the room... and they were all gone. Fuck. To the bar, probably, made sense, it was... late. To say the least. Ugh. And his cunt was still TWITCHING. It felt so empty. He could still feel that heavy white dick scraping against his pussy-lips, the head brushing over the sensitive asshole of his. A hand reached back, bronzed fingers trying to mimic it against his twitching pucker. He even squatted a little in the door frame... but it just wasn't the same. Fuck. Assholes.
He went around the room, fingers still toying with his backside, collecting what discarded garments he could find - exercise shirts, socks, underwear, anything, piling what he could together. From there, easy enough to push them all into a pile, crawling to the edge of the bed, he grinned, the dried on spit cracking a little - reminding the cat of what had happened, driving him to forget his pride as he started grabbing at what clothes he could, pushing them to his face to snort down the sweaty stink. His fingers kept working, finally pushing in, a steady slimy noise as his eager hole sucked those digits hungrily into his needy pussy. Eventually, he had to stand, then squat near the edge to part his fat ass cheeks, getting them wobbling, so he could thrust in deeper. His hand grabbed an au'ra's right sock, a highlander's boxers, and a seeker's tight thong. He knew them by smell alone, their names, ranks, looks and jobs in his head from the stink of their dicks, and feet - ramming them to his nostrils, taking a deep inhale, he could even feel their eyes on him.
Fucking assholes - he did love them tho-
"Wow, lieutenant."
His fingers didn't stop, the cat dropping the pooled garments in an instant. His head spun, catching a view of his returning squad, some of them being those teasing him, some not. Irrelevant at this point, the man's rage was palpable, his revenge nigh. G'reth's golden eyes GLARED with a heat of pure anger, and lust, the cat in heat as he barked out.
"All of you! Naked! In a line! NOW!"
His need and lust were palpable as he gave those orders, waiting for every member of his squad to line up, in saluting, naked, dicks swinging between their legs. He snapped his fingers, giving out further orders, commanding each member forward in turn, placing them around him to start off the gang-bang. It would go on for hours, the cat's pussy indeed insatiable as he rammed his hips down each time he was riding one, sometimes two dicks. Sometimes taking a moment for his hips to rest and getting a man behind him, sometimes just demanding harder thrusting, never stopping for a moment. His hands and mouth constantly trying to fill themselves with more dick, both holes utterly insatiable. Every inch of skin starting to get coated with sloppy jizz, his world filled with fat, drooling, musky, sweaty dick - his body bathing in seed.
His revenge wasn't quick, draining out nuts one by one, his ass squelching and grinding, never being happy if for a single moment one of his hung squad members wasn't inside him. His hands, armpits, even feet, being used when needed, the miqo'te seeming to want nothing more than to feel more and more hard white cocks grinding against his caramel skin. His pace was relentless, too, his ass cheeks starting to grow red from spanking himself against hips, the sheer need for dick stopping him even feeling the flaring pain, or heavy stinging. The only time he paused throating one of them was to savour the heavy taste of sweat and cum, pausing to drag a couple men in close, dicks held up, so he could bury his face in the sweaty crack of nuts, huffing and snorting down the heavy stink, only to kiss each, then start furiously throating them, too. Spit and splutter started to fire from his mouth and nostrils, unwilling to even spend a moment wiping the thick liquid mess from his face, not when his hands could be spreading his cheeks, jerking a dick, or getting his men into position. Whether it was to get more dicks in his gaped pussy, or to get a dick, or set of grapefruit-nuts, in his face to busy his lips.
Of course - their asses weren't getting out of this that easy! His tongue was voracious, pushing in, thrusting, tasting every inch of sweaty hole, slurping over their rims. He couldn't control himself, the moans and shudders from having his cunt finally pleasured driving his need to new heights, adding some vibration to that tongue fucking. Of course, his slurping dragged down and up the taints, sliding the nuts in maw to hungrily suckle on them, letting his nose press up to the hole and snort the ass musk. After all, how could he not pleasure those fat sweat-drenched cum-factories? Every inch of ass, cleft, taint, nuts and dick were wet by the end, his mouth unable to resist constantly drenching them in spit, tasting every inch of those sweaty bodies with glee.
Through it all, though, his sensitive, puffy, needy cunt was getting fucked. Over, and over, never dry, hips bouncing, loud clapping filling the room, each man going in getting sloppier and wetter as more and more jizz started to pool in his pussy. His tight guts clenching around each one like it was a life-saver, gripping and milking it. For how many dicks he was taking, the miqo'te was still surprisingly tight, the wet sloppy guts making entry a simple task, forcing in deep, sliding back and forth, roiling up those innards with ease - only for the next cock to smash into that asshole to feel like heaven once more. Insatiable was accurate, hour by hour passing as the night dragged on, forcing every man to pleasure that cunt in one's or two's - if they weren't fuckin' his back end, or at his front end, they all stood in formation, saluting and jerking off - ready for their turn.
Over, and over. Over, and over. G'reth kept his asshole full, his pussy squelching lovingly around each and every dick, his hands, legs, pits, feet, chest, mouth, all busy giving his squad the worship each of them deserved. As his men started to collapse, the pace finally slowed, moving from harsh, needy revenge fucking, to a slower pace, lazily milking out the last few loads onto their leader, one by one his men forced to collapse, the hardiest of dicks standing to attention, only to be lovingly sucked dry. It was by the crack of dawn the cat finally started to pass out himself, surrounded by his soldiers, all of them equally tired, each one having being forced to cum at least four times, plenty more up to seven or eight. G'reth himself was lovingly gaped out, his mouth dry, drool, spit, snot and jizz caked onto his face, the rest of his body dripping with sweat and cum. Happy, though, they all were - satisfied, chests heaving, curled up on a mess of blankets that would certainly need a wash. Later, though.
G'reth LOVED his squad - the assholes.
In the year 2080, many cities around the globe have evolved to what people of far earlier times envisioned the future to be. A cyberpunk dystopia where the rich are comfortable at the top and the poor are struggling to get by day to day. It didn't help that it separated completely by species. With humans being at the top and anthro's being at the bottom respectively. Ever since they first came about, humans were racist towards them. As the divide between rich and poor grew, the racism died down for the most part except for the rich, who stuck with the old racism against anthro's in their exclusive clique.
With this set, we're going to be diving into a member of this elite hierarchy. He is the son of a wealthy couple that is often ignored by his parents ever since he came to be of adult age. Although he was a guy, he often dressed and acted like a woman. His parents didn't care that he did such things, as that did not interfere with his education or upbringing. Such ignorance has led to exploration of the Ethernet in the times he had alone, browsing whatever was searchable. This ultimately fueled his kinky side along with maintaining a feminine figure. The fuel was something that would be considered taboo in the rich society.
He was watching underground livestreams of a group that were up and coming in the underground scene. They were a group of shemales of many different species of anthro's. It was an all anthro group. They had the appeal of being violent, brash, while also being sexually appealing. While women were not as appealed, the male demographic were their focus and clientele. While he could not use his real name because of his status and riches, he used an alias called Brandon. We'll be calling him that for safety reasons. With that said, Brandon was a fan of these anthro shemales. He had no interest in women, something his parents were initially upset with, but grew to tolerate. He liked their looks and worked hard to imitate them, though the lack of a cock was a turn off. The reason why he liked these shemales is because they had the looks along with well endowed cocks that would make any cock loving slut drool.
He could not hide that he was a cock loving slut. He wanted to feel the real thing but had to settle with toys since trying to do anything in this rich society could negatively hurt has family name. He would practice with these toys to be prepared for the real thing. Brandon wanted the real thing desperately, and when the opportunity finally came, he went for it. The group were looking for some work, living in the slums was difficult. Brandon had organized a meeting place to meet a representative for the group. It was also an opportune time as his family was away for the weekend on a business trip.
He lamented covering his face with a mask, but he had to when he was taking his trip to the slums. No one could know who he was. He also loaded up a suitcase full of credits. He could always write this off as expenses for beauty and food, along with personal things. It was enough to cover the cost plus alittleextra. He'd consider it little as it made not even a dent in the funds he had, but for slum dwellers, it was like winning the lottery. It was a way to say thanks for the content and services they do. He put on his best skirt and top along with a hoodie where he can safely put on the mask and have it sit there without it falling off, incase the mask's holds get knocked off.
Admittedly he couldn't help but smile from cheek to cheek when he saw how cute he was. He had to stop admiring himself however before he was going to be late for the meetup.
A Half Hour Later
He was at the slums. He was in bewilderment as it was different than what he was shown during his teachings and propaganda. Sure, the slums were not as pretty and pristine as the rich city above all of this, but it was not as bad as they described it.
Even so, he had to be careful. He was a walking target with a good sum of credits, he would be an easy target to rob…
"I'm sure the meeting place was here… It was what she told me…" Brandon said getting a tad worried. He did not pay attention behind him as the person he was supposed to meet showed up behind him. She was a border collie that wearing low cut pants and a tank top. Her bulge spilled out of her pants but was completely covered by the panties she was wearing. Brandon felt his heart skip a beat as he felt said bulge rub against his back. It felt so...big and weighty.
"Judging by what you're carrying, I take it you're Brandon." She said as he turned around to see her. He nearly dropped the suitcase. She was everything he imagined.
"Y-Yeah." He hesitantly answered her, still taken aback by how she looked.
"Good. Follow." She had such a dominating presence over him… and he liked it. Brandon was getting aroused the longer he stared. His cock pressed against the panties he was wearing and threatened to spill out. He followed closely behind her, nearly to the point that her tail would hit his mask. "Jeez, quit following so close…"
Eventually, Brandon and the collie reached the gang's hideout. He was amazed by the way the way it looked. That pales in comparison to the cast of shemales that he saw. Cats, dogs, even zebra's. They surrounded Brandon soon after he stepped inside. As many as twenty shemales had him surrounded. This started making him nervous.
"Girls stand down. This is one of our clients." One of them spoke. It was clearly their leader as the other girls backed away from him. It was an Labrador Retriever. She was stacked, packed and dripping in both appeal and dangerousness. She walked towards Brandon, not stopping until he fell on his ass. "My, what a cute boy…"
For safety reasons, we'll call the Labrador Rochelle. Rochelle did not waste time into grabbing at his mask to remove it. She was taken aback by what she saw.
"Ow…"
"Well now, what is a noble human doing down here in the slums?" Rochelle said before taking the briefcase from him.
"I-I came to request your services." Brandon said, trying not to be forced into silence by her presence.
"For what? For what reason would a noble travel all the way down to the slums? Better answer quickly." Rochelle had a short temper.
"I'm you're biggest fan!" He said almost too ecstatically. He was erect now and could not hide it. He knew his size could not even match any of the women, even the smallest one was bigger than him.
"A rich feminine boy like you a fan of us, that's a load of bullshit if I've ever heard some."
"No, I'm serious! I came here with a suitcase full of credits. Check the case. I came here because I want to be fucked by you ladies!" Rochelle checked the suitcase and he was telling the truth.
"Seems like you're telling the truth pretty boy. Alright ladies, it seems this rich femboy wants to be our cum dump!" Rochelle said patting his back. She looked him over and licked her lips. "I'm going to have my fun with you before my gals ravage you. I like my hole's tight."
Brandon gulped. This was put up or shut up time as standing before him was what he fantasied. Rochelle made Brandon go on his knees in front of him, so he would be face to face with her cock. It was out of it's shaft by that time. It was his first time with an anthro. He could barely fit any of it in his mouth. Rochelle noticed this and sighed.
"Jeez, you want to be our cum dump, but you can't fit my cock in your mouth. I guess the smaller ones will have the pleasure of choking you with their cocks."
"S-Sorry." Brandon said flustered. He didn't want to let these girls down. "Maybe my ass will be better?" He knew it would be better since he trained his ass far more than his mouth. Rochelle called over one of the girls to properly give her oral lubing. Rochelle put Brandon face down, ass up, making sure to have the tip of her cock pressing against his pucker. She didn't give him too much relaxation as she pressed her cock into him.
"Fuckin hell…" She moaned as she pressed further in, hitting her knot. He took her whole length surprisingly well, sans the knot. All the toys and anal training helped him when he needed it most.
"Mhm. You're a good tight cum dumpster boy. Hopefully I don't ruin you for the rest of the gals."
Rochelle said getting into the motions now. She needed to rut Brandon. She hasn't fucked something this tight and willing in ages. She thrusted her hips, moaning and panting like a bitch in heat. Brandon knew
he could never go back to anything but else, not human cocks, not toys…
"Fuck me! Fuck me like the cock slut I am!" Brandon was enjoying this too much. His cock twitched and flopped around, untouched by his hands.
"To think…such a human has this good of a fuckhole…" Rochelle started, she was being rougher with him, her knot threatened to enter him at any moment. "If you were anthro, you'd be a perfect bitch for me." All the other girls were watching and waiting. There were getting into the idea to use this boy for their own sexual desires.
The smell of sex was permeating the room. Rochelle wanted to make an example out of this boy. She knew she couldn't be too rough with him since he was a noble, but what she did want was to cum inside of him. Unfortunately for Brandon, her restraints soon dissipated once she was going to cum. All the fucking she was doing and teasing his hole with her knot soon came to ahead. With a final thrust, she buried her knot into him and started to cum inside of him.
This blissful moment didn't last as once she was done. It was nice of him to get some rest while he could. Rochelle pulled out of him and left a gape. His head was swimming.
"I wonder how much credits you brought for us." Rochelle said, motioning one of the gang members to bring the suitcase to her as she retreated to her chair. Once she obtained the suitcase, she opened it up and her jaw hit the floor… at least metaphorically speaking.
"Ladies. Brandon here was not fucking around when he said he wants to be our cum dumpster. With this much credits, we can get our own building, with everything proper!" The other anthro ladies were shocked into silence. She closed back the suitcase and handed it back to the border collie. "Make sure this is locked up in the vault. "
Brandon overheard all of this in his haze. He smiled to himself as he watched the girls's reaction to the money.
"Ladies… I told you I wanted to be your cum dumpster. I know that isn't as much as I should give you for giving me endless pleasure in your antics, but I'm serious." Brandon said, taking a moment to fix himself from that uncomfortable position.
Rochelle smiled at Brandon. After all those credits, she had to deliver on her end. Rochelle was genuinely happy about this. "Alright. Girls, run a train on him. Make him our happy cum dumpster…"