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Taking a deep breath, Aja put the bomb into her mouth. It lingered on her tongue, mouth caressing it briefly before a substantial gulp of her martini helped it slide easily down her throat. Huge as it was, she'd expected more trouble getting it down. Her now free left hand splayed across her bare belly, feeling the goosebumps that had now spread over her entire naked body. A wash of warmth seemed to pulse through her from that deadly pink orb, though she knew it was nowhere near time for it to detonate. Circling her own navel with gleaming manicured nails, she felt an excited smile spread over her face. This was really it. Her first and final Pop Party. Equally enthusiastic as herself, girls up and down the line were gulping down their own little bombs, giggling to each other and sharing drinks. They weren't even in yet, already having a good time. Cute little covens of three or four huddled together in the haphazard queue, counting down before they all took their pink poppers in unison, washing it down with an entire drink apiece. Imagining she could feel the drug-imbued coating of the bomb already at Big Tits work within her, Aja looked down her brown-skinned body, inspecting her own cock. She'd been told that the pink poppers would prevent her from getting hard, and so far she'd needed no help in that regard. Smooth from a fresh waxing, her light brown dick hung snugly against her balls, scrotum pulled up tight in reaction to the slight chill from her nakedness. Precum had oozed out of her while she'd been standing, little contractions of her prostate able to be felt as she dispensed the lovely-smelling fluid in quantity over her glans and the front of her sack. Slightly stronger in scent, a trickle of feminine juices ran down her leg from her shaved slit, adding to the mess. Touching herself briefly, she felt a thrill thinking about all the other girls that might see her, their own cocks and pussies just as wet as her own. Visions of herself through their eyes came to her, an outside perspective of a normal looking woman; Hair pinned up in a professional style, curves that were neither overly slender nor broad, her Arabic heritage writ plain in the tone of her skin and arch of her delicate brows. Just an average hermaphrodite of a type that you might happen to see anywhere... only now she was here , waiting in line with a hundred others to attend one of the biggest snuff parties there was. Spurred on by the thought of her encroaching fate, Aja slowly began to trace a single finger down her shaft, shivering at the sparkles of pleasure that she caused by the simple stimulus. Going from her urethra all the way up her body to her breasts, the precum-wetted finger circled one nipple, teasing. Her eyes were closed as she experienced another surge of heat, feeling her nipple and cock stiffen together, strands of precum hanging from the tip of her hardening member. "I'm going to die," she thought to herself. Her cock surged in response to the idea, and she had to suppress a shamelessly slutty moan from making its way past her lips. A fresh rope of precum pumped from her dick to splatter on the concrete floor, hot as it shot from her. It felt like her body temperature had risen, radiant arousal warming her flesh from the sources of her belly and crotch. Despite knowing she shouldn't get too worked up too early, she couldn't help but continue to imagine. "This bomb is going to go off in my belly. It's going to swell up and cumshot stretch me till I tear in half, pour my guts out over all the other girls while I cum, cum like the fucking snuff slut I've always wanted to b-" Her own hand squeezed around her iron hard cock, dark brown eyes snapping open as she bit her lip hard. 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