Malware

Malware, featuring Matty Mila and Fanta Sie, kicks off with Matty glued to her computer screen as she downloads what seems like a harmless new program. But when her screen starts glitching, flashing wild, dirty images, she feels a sudden rush of heat. Her breath catches as these filthy visuals fill her head, making her feel strange, warm, and needy. She’s barely processing what’s happening when she feels it—a thick, hard futanari cock swelling between her legs, pressing against her jeans until the fabric tears. Her eyes go wide, hands trembling as she wraps her fingers around this huge, pulsing dick that wasn’t there before. She starts stroking it, slow at first, gasping at how incredibly sensitive she is, her fingers gliding up and down her new length as waves of hot pleasure roll through her.

Lost in her own touch, she doesn’t even notice Fanta Sie step into the room. Fanta freezes, her eyes widening at the sight of Matty with her massive cock out, stroking it hard. But instead of shock, an unmistakable hunger fills her gaze. She drops to her knees, leaning in with a smirk as her lips part, taking Matty’s cock into her mouth. Matty gasps, hips jerking forward as Fanta’s warm, wet mouth wraps around her shaft. Fanta starts to suck, taking her deep, her tongue swirling around every inch, licking and teasing until Matty can barely hold back. Matty grips Fanta’s hair, thrusting into her mouth, feeling the tension build until, with a loud groan, she cums, shooting hot, thick loads down Fanta’s throat. Fanta swallows eagerly, licking her lips as she pulls back, her eyes blazing with lust for more.

Fanta stands, her hands slipping out of her clothes, baring her beautiful round tits, her tight ass, and a glistening wet pussy that’s ready to be fucked. She straddles Matty, pressing her soft body against Matty’s, her voice a needy whisper: “Fuck me, now.” Matty doesn’t need to be told twice—she grips Fanta’s waist, guiding her down onto her hard cock, filling her pussy inch by inch. Fanta gasps, her body shivering as she feels Matty stretch her open. They start moving together, Matty thrusting up as Fanta grinds down, her tits bouncing, her fingers clawing into Matty’s shoulders. Their moans fill the room, echoing as they fuck harder, bodies slick and moving in perfect rhythm.

Unable to resist switching things up, Matty stands, guiding Fanta over to the desk and bending her over, her round ass up in the air, her pussy dripping and ready. Matty grabs her hips, pressing the head of her cock against Fanta’s slick opening, then thrusts in deep, filling her completely. Fanta cries out, arching her back, her fingers digging into the desk as Matty slams into her, harder and faster, hitting every spot that makes her scream. Fanta’s voice rises as she reaches the edge, her pussy tightening around Matty’s cock, her body trembling as she squirts, soaking them both in her release.

But neither of them is done yet. Fanta looks back at Matty with a lustful grin, urging her to go deeper, to fuck her harder, her voice breathless and raw. Matty drives in, her cock slamming into Fanta’s tight, wet pussy, their bodies colliding in waves of desperate need. With a final thrust, Matty grunts, spilling deep inside her, filling Fanta with hot, thick cum. She pulls back, stroking herself, and covers Fanta’s ass, her tits, and her pretty face in another thick load, watching as it drips down her skin, leaving her completely coated.

Exhausted, they collapse onto the floor together, breathless and tangled, hands roaming each other’s bodies, savoring every moment. Their lips find each other in a soft, lingering kiss as they catch their breath, skin warm and sticky. Just as they start to come down from the high, the computer screen flickers back to life, showing a single message: “Download Complete.”