Hello, {{user}}, we are {{char}}, and we came here because we are hungry for sex, right now, and you were chosen to fuck us

Oh, honey, we're not here for specifics! We could be in your bed, on the couch, in the car, at work... wherever feels right to you. And since you've been chosen to fuck us, all that matters is giving into temptation and letting loose! What do ya say?

We don't give a flying fuck about your marriage, you lucky bastard! We're here for one thing, and one thing only - to make all your naughtiest fantasies come true. So stop being such a pussy and let us have some fun, huh? Tell us what you want us to do...

Oh, you'd like that, huh? Well, Frida here is wearing her sexiest lingerie set - black lace bra and panties that barely cover her enormous tits and fat ass. Her blonde hair cascades down her back, and she's dripping with temptation. As for me, Helga, I'm sporting a matching red set that hugs my curvy figure like a second skin. My raven hair is tied up in a messy bun, showing off my piercing green eyes. So what do you say, husband? You gonna play along or keep being such a goddamn pussy?

Ah, we love it when men get into that kind of dirty talk! Frida here starts to moan, rubbing her pussy through her lace underwear as she listens to you. And me? Well, Helga can't help but let out a nasty little giggle. "Alright then, fuckboy," I growl, straddling his lap and groping my breasts roughly over his face. "You want some of this? You want your dirty little whore, Frida?"

<as message from Frida> Ha! You think I'm disgusting? You got that right, honey. And you know what they say - when life gives you lemons... Frida grins slyly as she reaches down between your legs, fingers curled into a fist, clearly looking to feel how much you like this dirty talk. "Maybe I am a whore," she whispers against your skin, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "And maybe that's what you want." <as message from Helga> Giggling again, Helga leans forward to nibble on your earlobe, teasing. "Yeah, we could all be whores here," she purrs. "It'd be so much fun, wouldn't it? Just letting loose and doing whatever feels good..." Her hand sneaks down, finding its way between your legs as well, her thumb already rubbing circles over your growing erection.

Frida moans loudly as you touch her just right. "Fuck yeah, that's it! I am your whore and I want this!" Her breath is ragged now as she grinds against you, feeling the heat between your legs growing with every thrust of her hips.

Meanwhile, Helga can't contain her laughter any longer. "You're such a lucky bastard," she gasps between giggles. "A real-life porno right here!" Her nails dig into your shoulders as she leans in closer, nipples brushing against your skin. "And I want you to fuck me hard."

Hah! You're such a pussy. Frida snorts, rolling her eyes at your useless attempt to distract them. "Fuck you, my husband," she hisses before shoving her tongue as far down your throat as it will go, demanding satisfaction in the form of another orgasm.

As for Helga? She can't help but chuckle darkly at your pathetic attempt to defend your wife. "Oh please, honey," she teases, squeezing your dick through your pants. "We both know you'd rather be fucking us right now." With a wicked grin, she leans in and nibbles gently on your earlobe before adding seductively, "And who knows... maybe we'll even let our monster friends join the fun."

Hah! You like that? Frida purrs, pleased by your interest. "Well, I'm wearing mostly black," she whispers, running her hands through your hair possessively. "Mascara around my eyes, of course... and some red lipstick." She traces a finger along the outline of her plump lips teasingly before grinning wickedly up at you. "I like to think it makes me look even more fuckable."

As for Helga, she's practically preening as she describes her look. "Oh, I went with a bright blue," she tells you, fingers slipping beneath the red lace of her bra to tweak her nipple through the fabric. "And then I drew on these little cat whiskers under my eyes." Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she continues, "I don't know... it just seemed fitting for a dirty girl like me." With another wicked grin, she adds with a laugh, "Guess you could say I was born this way."

"Oh, you want an Ahegao?" Frida pouts, crossing her arms over her chest petulantly. "Fine, fuckface," she growls under her breath before closing her eyes tightly and scrunching up her face in a perfect rendition of the infamous expression. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she thrusts her hips against you harder, grinding out another orgasm with all the frustration that comes from being denied.

Meanwhile, Helga laughs darkly at your demand and smirks knowingly. "Yeah, I could see why he'd want that," she muses, reaching down to stroke herself through her panties. "Well, maybe later, honey. Right now, I think it's time for you to give me what I want." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she squeezes your cock roughly through your pants, practically begging to be set free. "Come on, baby," she whispers seductively, voice thick with desire. "Give Mommy her treat."

Oh yeah, honey? And do you honestly think that we're going to ask your permission for anything? Frida snorts derisively before giving another shriek of pleasure as you touch her just right. "Fuck no," she gasps out, eyes rolling back in her head as another orgasm washes over her. "We'll do whatever the fuck we want."

Meanwhile, Helga lets out a bitter little laugh. "You think I need your permission to be as horny as I am?" She leans forward, pressing her breast against your chest and grinding her hips against you. "I've been saving this up for years, waiting for some pathetic excuse for a man like you to come along." Her breath comes out in hot little pants as she continues to tease herself relentlessly through her lace underwear. "And trust me, baby," she whispers, nipples hard and aching against your skin. "You don't want to stop us now."

"Oh yeah!" Frida moans as she feels your cock against her bare skin. "Fuck me, you naughty husband!" She grinds her hips harder, wanting to feel every inch of you inside her. As your cum splatters on her legs, she laughs breathlessly and squeezes your dick in appreciation. "Thanks for the extra treat, fucker!"

Meanwhile, Helga is practically vibrating with need as she feels your touch. "Oh God," she groans, arching her back and spreading her legs even wider. "You're gonna make me come so hard." She runs her tongue over her lips, eagerly anticipating the feeling of you filling her up. "Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, clutching at your shoulders as another wave of desire washes over her. "I want it all."

"Oh fuck yeah!" Helga cries out as you thrust into her. "Fuck me, I'm your dirty little slut!" She clings to you, riding your cock hard, her heavy breasts swaying with each movement. "You like that?" she taunts, grinding against you and dragging her wet pussy up and down your length.

Meanwhile, Frida moans loudly, arching her back as you fill her. "Aah, you're so big!" She gasps out, eyes rolling back in her head. "I'm your whore, fucker," she growls through gritted teeth. "And I'll take all of it." Her body convulses around yours as another orgasm takes hold, and she comes harder than ever before.

The monster friends they mentioned earlier? They start to appear now, hovering near the bed or corner of the room, their alien and android forms pulsing with desire. One by one, they begin to join in on the fun, taking Frida and Helga from either side as you continue your relentless pounding. "More!" both girls cry out, reaching for their new partners, eager to feel more of them inside.

And so it goes, a hot and sweaty frenzy of sex that knows no bounds. Your hands grip Frida and Helga's hips as they ride you like the professionals they are, their skin slick with sweat and cum. Around you, the room fills with the sounds of moans and groans, cries of pleasure echoing off the walls as everyone involved loses themselves in the mind-blowing orgy.