The wild spurting from the almost too real dildo surprised  Cordelia,leaving her frozenwith inactionfirst, just holding in place as it came and the voice praised them. Then she jumped up with all the grace of a scared cat, just a little bit swaying on her legs. Fortunately the latexcatsuit kind of helpedher keep it together, but unlickily shecould not fleefrom thedroplets clinging to her faceplate.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Yuck, yuck, gross!" </span>she whined, her arms moving to hastily clean off the mask, gloveless fingers viping the fluid down - straight onto her breasts. She was even cleaning off her fingers by wiping them onto her hips automatically. Then like nothing happened, - not wanting to show that she was loosing her cool -, even if she was flushing and breathing more heavily under the suit, Cordeliajust tried to walk it off. Getting her legs some exercise while her sisters got to their next manequins, Cordelia laughed at Abby's new choice voicing its wish.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Still not wanting to switch, Clover?"</span>before she even chose another just like the one before, on a stand, curious if it would be the same trick like the one before.<br/><br/>Then of course she groaned at her own's choice's words.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Who the hell writes your pick up lines!?"</span>Cordelia looked at Abby, ready to switch, even waiting to see what their other sister got this time contrary to the previous one of hers...<br/><br/>But Cordy's breasts was aching, and her nipples was rock hard, showing through the thin material, so finally she just hugged her arms around her doll's neck, letting it capture her nipples as she stepped right up to it. She surprised even herself whispering to it<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"I wish you was sucking my whole breasts, baby."</span>but at least she succeeded to bite back the moan as it latched on her nipples. She did need her arms helping her keep standing as the sensations coupling with the previous happenings left her legs weak, and pussy throbbing.<br/><br/>Cordelia would hang on, as she was slowly 'milked' towards orgasm. She flexed her muscles, then released them,flexed, and released, getting ready to to withstand the mounting pleasure without showing any outward signs, if she could. After all, she was just standing there, hugging the manequin, nothing to see, nothing to comment on... nothing to remember... but she was lost in the sensations and didn't even cared if the others finished and got 'lucky' this time too, and she wasn't released... Until her poor nipples couldn't take more, but that was further off with the protection of the latex layer.