Page 416 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
This wasn’t just any old banana hammock. No…this banana hammock was stuffed to actually look like a banana.
“Ah!” yelled Ash. “Why is he getting naked!?”
He gyrated his hips so that his banana was swinging a few inches from her face.
God, she looked so embarrassed. She was covering her bright red face in both hands. But she wasn’t scooting her chair backwards. And she did have her fingers splayed enough to see through them…
The monkey man did a particularly forceful thrust and tore off his banana hammock, leaving him in only his monkey mask and his sneakers.
“Boner,” said Slavanka.
Boner indeed.He wasn’t as big as Ghost or Teddybear, but he’d make a fine starter for Ash. I loved this for her.
Ash shifted in her chair as he sprayed a thick line of whipped cream along his length. Then he grabbed each bowl of toppings and sprinkled them on his dick, finishing things off with a drizzle of hot fudge.
Ash looked like she needed a bit of encouragement, so I yelled, “Eat it!” And then some other girls took up the chant.
“Eat it! Eat it!”
The monkey man put one foot up on the table to really get his cock close to Ash’s face.
She didn’t budge.
But the monkey man wasn’t ready to give up yet. He reached down, fished a towel out of his onesie, and held it up between Ash and the audience. It created a nice little privacy barrier for her. That way she could eat without anyone seeing.
Is she gonna do it?Normally I would have said no freaking way. But she’d just pounded four banana juices. And I knew that deep down she was a kinky bitch. Most importantly, though, she wasa single girl! To not suck it would break like five different single girl rules. Or more, depending on how big he was.
I tried to read the monkey man’s body language to determine what was happening behind that towel.
Did his head just tilt back a little?Was that a little thrust of the hips?
If I didn’t know better, I’d say that she was doing it!
He dropped the towel. And I could have sworn I saw Ash pulling her mouth off his cock. There were only a few little spots of whipped cream left on it.
I cheered, and all the other girls followed my lead.
Ash immediately put her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wider than ever.
“Ash!” I yelled. “I can’t believe you did it!”
“Did what?” she asked.
“You sucked his cock!”
“I did not! I… He… He wiped it off with his hand to make it look like I did it!”
“Then why is there a little whipped cream on your mouth?”
She snatched the towel from him and wiped her mouth. “There was not!”
“Mhm. Suuuuure.”
Our conversation was interrupted by the monkey man dancing between us. He thrust his hips at me and sprayed a line of whipped cream on his cock.
I looked up at him and smiled. “Oooh. Is it my turn?”
He nodded his big monkey mask.
