One Night's Aftermath (futa on female, hyper sizes, excessive cum, inflation)

“It was life changing.”

The words issued from a pair of pink-painted lips, spoken with such conviction that there could be no doubt as to their veracity. A set of vibrant blue eyes, a sharp nose and high cheekbones helped mold the face they belonged to one of undeniable beauty, a beauty that was twisted into a kind of lustful wanting the moment the sentence wafted into the air. Her lips parted then pursed as she brought a glass of blood red liquid to her mouth, the alcohol within disappearing in long, desperate swallows. After draining more than a third of the glass’s contents, she placed it on her dress-covered lap, the transparent base sitting atop a pattern of intertwining flowers against a white backdrop. 

She stared into the half-empty glass, swirling the fluid within it lazily. Twirling a thin, flaxen strand of hair around her finger, her eyes unfocused as if she were recalling a distant memory. Her lips moved as if to form words once more, but only managed to expel a silent spiel. She stopped, licked her lips, and tilted her head towards the person next to her. Taking in her friend’s form, she studied her like she was trying to decide whether to continue - like she was trying to decide whether the woman was worthy of being relayed the important information she held onto so dearly. 

For her part, the woman next to her, dressed in a much more simple blue tank top and jeans, leaned towards her blonde friend, her curled ginger locks swaying against her face. She cradled her own flute of wine, resting her pale chin on her free hand. Emerald green eyes flashed as her friend spoke, the woman’s own breath tight in her chest. Her legs crossed almost unconsciously, as if her body was trying to protect herself from the gospel being preached, even when the rest of her was ready and willing to accept it.

The blonde finished off the rest of her glass.

“I mean it, too.”

The pair sat together on a black leather couch, only inches of space separating them. The room was dimly lit, a few sparse candles scattered on wall-mounted shelves creating the only illumination, the night sky looming beyond the windows provided no assistance in the matter. Two pairs of bare feet rested on a carpeted floor before a glass table, a half-empty wine bottle and a single phone decorating it’s surface. Besides the hum of distant electronics, only darkened silence accompanied the women.

The blonde leaned forward and filled her wide-mouthed glass, immediately taking another huge gulp, wetting her throat like just the thought of what they were speaking of was enough to parch it. Shaking her head, her straight golden mane whipping around, she fell back into the upholstery, sinking into the cushion. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, doing her best to relax before fully turning to her companion. A weak smile touched her lips as her eyelids raised, her baby-blues zeroing in on the redhead’s own green pair.

“It was… amazing, Cindy,” she spoke breathlessly, “I can’t even - it’s all I think about.”

“Wow. How? I mean - what, when did it happen? Where?” Cindy babbled, struggling to find the right question to ask first. 

“It was a couple weeks ago, on a Saturday. I met her at that new club, Nouveau Citron, that opened up downtown like a month ago.”

“Two weeks ago!? And you’re just [

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