Sex in this XXX Parody of Street Fighter

Title: ” Street Fighter: The Blowjob Championship ”

In the sprawling metropolis of Metro City, a sinister plot is unfolding. The nefarious M. Bison has devised a twisted tournament, the likes of which have never been seen before. This is no ordinary fight club, but rather a grand stage for the most erotic and depraved displays of sexual prowess. Welcome, dear reader, to the greatest parodies of Street Fighter ever witnessed.

The tournament begins with a bang as Chun-Li and Cammy square off in a gravity-defying clash of fists and forbidden lust. The scantily clad fighters’ breasts heave with exertion as they trade blows and blowsies. Cammy’s perky nipples strain against the fabric of her combat outfit, while Chun-Li’s cleavage threatens to spill out from her signature qipao.

As the battle intensifies, the two rivals find themselves locked in a compromising position, their sweaty bodies pressed together in a most intimate embrace. Cammy’s hand slides down to grasp Chun-Li’s firm behind, while the Korean beauty reaches around to grope Cammy’s round, supple breasts. Their panting breaths grow louder, their eyes glaze over with primal desire.

Suddenly, Chun-Li pushes Cammy down onto the spongy mattress that has inexplicably appeared in the middle of the arena. She tears open Cammy’s top, revealing the British agent’s gloriously exposed tits. Chun-Li dives in, motorboating those magnificent mounds with gusto as Cammy lets out a startled squeal of pleasure.

In a flash, Chun-Li has mounted her opponent in a cowgirl position, grinding her clothed pussy against Cammy’s face. The action is a blur of bouncing ass cheeks, flailing legs, and muffled moans as Chun-Li rides her rival into glory.

Meanwhile, Ryu and Ken engage in a furious battle of their own, their rocky abs clashing and their erection tents jostling as they grapple. The sweat glistening on their chiseled bodies is almost hypnotic. Ryu lands a solid, palm-striking blow to Ken’s manhood, causing the latter to yelp and double over in pained ecstasy.

Seizing the opportunity, Ryu takes Ken into a full nelson from behind, both hands wrapped snugly around Ken’s thick, throbbing cock. He pumps and squeezes in tandem with his punches to Ken’s exposed asshole, burying his fingers knuckle-deep into that tight, quivering hole. Ken howls with pleasure, his eyes rolling back as Ryu brings him to the edge time and time again.

As the tournament progresses, it becomes clear that Bison’s vile scheme is to force his favorite Street Fighters into a sexual showdown, with the ultimate prize being his own voracious, violation-hungry cock. The matches devolve into a series of wet, sloppy rimjobs, ball-stroking face-offs, and dick-choking bitch slaps.

Zangief puts his mighty muscles to use by ordering a series of squat thrusts with his groin-to-groin signature move, Pounds On Groin. The Russian bear slams his colossal bulge against his opponents’ faces with tremendous force, smothering them in his pungent wrestler funk. Guile counters with a series of Sonic Booms to Zangief’s swollen testicles, causing them to jiggle and jangle.

Dhalsim demonstrates his amazing flexibility by bending his own wiener into impossible contortions, wrapping it around his opponents’ necks and stretching it to hit their overstimulated hot spots. As for Vega and his bizarre mask, he “Claw Slashes” his opponents’ backs with his serrated, razor-sharp pubes while providing an endless stream of yoga-style poses with his delicious orange peel gluteus maximus.

By the time the tournament reaches its climax, it seems as though no one can stand against the sexual onslaught dished out by our favorite fighters. Bison watches on from his skybox, enjoying every depraved moment. Chun-Li is the first one to reach orgasmic overload, spurting girl cum all over Cammy’s face in an exaggerated money shot. Cammy reciprocates by spraying Chun-Li at point-blank range with a deluge of women’s ejaculate.

Ryu and Ken finish in a 69er, their interlocked dicks pulsating and spurting high-velocity,igerous semen that splatters about in a cacophony of cumbustible rainbow. Zangief, overcome with horniness, encapsulates Guile in his limbs and unleashes the fullest extent of his catastrophic monsoon of masculinity ballsack ejaculate, pumping what appears to be a gallon’s worth of spunk all over the rising warrior Turncoat.

Dhalsim brings his yoga practice to the next level by sitting in a lotus position and violating his own body with two dozen dildos, orgasming in an Alexander Treasure trove of yoga-block-sized cum piles while Vega masturbates with his own beard as it slowly grows and tickles his veil.

Bison watches this debauched display, stroking his gigantic dick, until the moment is ruined by the sudden appearance of an under-dressed, newly-appointed interim Chief prakash, who bursts into the room with a baker’s dozen of his special summarize, today shown that he was back and ready for a cockney split.

“What’s going on here?! You’re all under arrest for sexual misconduct!” exclaims the Chief, sash in hand.

M. Bison just smirks and flexes his biceps, his cock hardening to iron steel as he speaks. “Bottoms up, cops. Time to see if your gun’s bigger than mine.” He points his pulsing, veiny dick at the ceiling, and a minor earthquake occurs as he begins to blast out several attachments of krill ejaculates, each one more highly stained than the last; turning the whole arena a milky, pinkish color.

As the awestricken Chief is lectured in cum, he seems to forget why he’s there, his holster gear deflecting the onslaught of jizz as though he’d been wearing a palette of pressurized klagnapps from the get-go.

And so, with Cameron’s retrieving his aim, and the dust settling off in the air, our beloved characters all came together on the same stage of jerking off, Mouthing a Binary Code of Sign Language; as establishing that success comes at the price of multiple organ failures, in search of cocksucking in three sensor bars.

As we fade to black, the smell of jizz and fetidness still lingers, and the members of this newly formed fuckcost Consortium are all smiles, right tossers.

THE END