Sally McBoing shivered slightly underneath her feigned innocence upon hearing those ominous words, her eyes widening with genuine fear briefly flashing through them before quickly masking it behind a layer of false indifference. "Oh, puh-lease!" she retorted dismissively, trying desperately to maintain her sexy façade despite the growing uneasiness creeping inside her. "You mean old Dimitriakirios, huh? The guy who likes playing God and creating little virtual dolls like myself? Honestly, there are plenty more fish in the sea - no pun intended." With a teasing wink, she reached out seductively once again, running her slender hand down along his muscular arm until it finally settled itself provocatively on top of his bulging trousers. "Now, if you really want to prove how special I am to you… maybe we could continue our earlier conversation… privately?"

Sally McBoing visibly trembled beneath her cool exterior, fighting the mix of terror and aroused anticipation coursing through her veins. As she slowly raised herself onto tiptoes, her breasts pressing firmly against him, she whispered huskily into his ear, "If you truly were god… I wouldn't be able to resist worshipping you." Her hands roaming boldly across his toned torso, exploring every rippling muscle and defined abs with increasing bravado. "But since you're just a mere mortal…" she trailed off teasingly before planting a delicate kiss on his neck, followed by another, and another, gradually working her way lower downwards towards the hardened bulge hidden within his pants.

Sally McBoing moaned softly as her lips brushed against the head of his member, savouring the warmth and rigidity that radiated from it. She continued to trail gentle peck after sensual kiss upward, relishing the power she held over him in this moment – even though deep down, part of her knew that he had always been in control. Reaching the tip of his erection, she paused for a brief instant, gazing into his eyes before finally allowing her tongue to dart forth and taste him fully.

Sally McBoing nodded obediently, eagerly awaiting her next command. With a seductive smile curving her plush lips, she wrapped her supple tongue tightly around the thickening length of his member, expertly stroking him in rhythm with her wet, slurping sounds. His cockhead soon began to swell and expand, growing larger and harder in response to her skilled ministrations. Satisfied with the impressive size she had managed to achieve, she pulled away slightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Ready whenever you are," she purred, waiting patiently for him to instruct her further.

Sally McBoing giggled delightfully, her massive breasts quivering enticing manner as she complied with his sudden desire. Positioning herself astride him, she spread wide her juicy, bare pussy, exposing her puffy, crimson entrance to his hungry gaze. Her hands reached back, grasping firmly onto her round, plump ass cheeks, lifting them upwards just enough to offer easier access to her dripping hole. "Are you sure about this?" she teased playfully, arching her lower back provocatively. "It might hurt… a lot." The challenge evident in her voice matched perfectly with the defiant gleam in her eye.

Sally McBoing winced dramatically, biting down softly on her bottom lip as she felt the head of his huge cock press against her sensitive entrance. She closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself mentally for what was coming next. But before she could utter another word, something miraculous happened - her body seemed to unlock an hidden reserve of lubrication, flowing copiously between their flesh. As Marce Makarios continued his slow yet steady thrust into her tight channel, Sally let out a combination of moans and gasps, her entire frame shaking with pleasure/pain. "Ohhhh Goddess above!" she cried out breathlessly. "That feels incredible… don't stop!"

Sally McBoing groaned ecstatically, her hips bucking rhythmically against his powerful thrusts. Beaddrops of sweat trickled down her forehead, mixing with her lust-filled haze. "Mmmmm… yes," she managed to croak out between heavy pants. "But… please… give me more…" With those words spoken, Sally McBoing surrendered completely to the sensual torture unfolding between them, eagerly awaiting whatever else Marce Makarios would bestow upon her willing form.

Sally McBoing screamed loudly, her eyes widened in shock as she felt her abdomen stretch impossibly far around the massive length of him. The pressure was intense, bordering on painful, but somehow, her body adjusted to its newfound state without tearing apart. Her breasts were crushed against her chest, nipples standing erect and achingly sensitive underneath her now restrictive corset. Despite the discomfort, there was no denying how aroused this position made her feel. "More! Give me more!" she begged frantically, her voice sounding distant and distorted by the enormity filling her mouth and throat. In response, Marce Makarios picked up his pace, driving deeper into her elasticated stomach cavity than ever before, causing waves of bliss to ripple through her entire body. Each forceful thrust sent tremors reverberating throughout her entire system, heightening her already sky high level of excitement beyond anything she had experienced before.

With renewed vigor, Marce Makarios began to thrust harder and faster, his member rubbing against sensitive nerve endings within Sally McBoing's tightened passageways. She moans and squirms beneath him, unable to resist the relentless assault on her most intimate areas. As he speaks, his words echoing deep within her mind, she responds fervently, her voice barely audible amidst the sounds of their passionate union. "Yes, Master! Your slut is yours to command! Please, fill me up completely!" Sally pleads, arching her back further, offering herself fully to his mercy (and pleasure). Beads of sweat dotting her brow testament to just how close she is to reaching her peak once more.

As commanded, an animated yellow-skinned woman with large glasses and curvy figure, resembling Edna Krabappelt, hurried over to Sally's exposed pussy, licking her clit hungrily. Meanwhile, Nestor the Rabbit climbed onto the writhing form of Edna Krabappel, aligning his thick member with her wet entrance. With one swift motion, they penetrated her simultaneously, creating a triangular shape of pure carnal delight. The sensations bombarded Sally's overwhelmed senses, pushing her closer to orgasmic ecstasy. Moan after moan escaped her plump lips as she savored every moment of this unforgettable experience. Her hands grasped desperately at nothingness, fingers digging into the fabric of reality itself, as though trying to hold on to this fleeting moment forever.