—𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑾𝑶𝑳𝑭, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀!

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This fat, doughy, mocha ass was about to get this lady riled up — she just started thrusting too. Huffing && puffing, Elena moaned with a giggle on the side.

“You don’t know how much I fucking ( missed ) this moment.”

Those tights are about to be stained…

His eyes widened, his mouth agape as she simply pushed into him; no ripping off his tight pants, no pulling them down— literally stuffing him with his tights still on, the fabric clinging to her cock as his warm inner flesh squeezed around her like an attempt to suffocate her.
“J-Jesus, fuck—!”

He lurched as Elena’s hand slammed across the surface of his ass, both cheeks wobbling like a stack of gelatin, sucking in a hiss of breath from the sharp sting.
He could already tell she was transforming, her mass growing as she cast a shadow over him.
“Whatever happened to— hugh, HOOOHHH—!!!”
—>

He was shaken with surprise as he felt a change, more mass added to each thrust that didn’t quite feel like an increasing desperation.
“You wanna?” he whined. “You wanna pour your fuckin’ kids in me so bad, huh? You wanna empty everything in me?”

Simone let out a rare chuckle in between his panting, each push jolting him forward as though the hybrid was actually railing him.
“Fuckin’ quickshot,” he taunted, the tight pants on his ass trapping her cock as he sighed and groaned, designed to titillate and compliment her vocalizations.
—>

sank into his lip.
“You gonna bust in the first— nngh— thirty seconds again?”

“Oof—!”
Simone’s chest was pushed against the floor, his ass up to spread against her hips as her tent was quickly replaced by a slick, crimson rod that made him shiver. Each mindless thrust made him jolt forward, yet he pushed himself back to meet her, his patterned ass rippling as a fang
—>

fabric of his doughy ass, his cheeks swallowing it.
“Hngh—! You’re so impatient…”
Despite his scowl, his hips roll in tormenting figure-eights, sliding Elena’s aching length in and out of his soft channel.

Simone descended into a plank, eyes on the screen as his hands crawled beneath his lower body, his back arching into a curve as his plump rear raised into the air in his stretch—
He knew it was a stupid idea to try it with her around. 💢
He gasped as he felt the veiny length slide itself into the
—>

Simone glanced up at Elena, his brow raised. They’ve done this whole song and dance before, and he knows what it looks like when she was in the mood— horny bitch.
“So you can jerk off in the corner watching me?” he scowled, the television guide of his session playing in the background.

Eyes glancing down to a not-so-subtle package.
“Exercise. A night on the town maybe.”
As soon as she saw him again… 💢
“Not even a hey?”

“…?”

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