Vesh

🤜🏾 cmere

if they hurl it just means your feelings have come across clearly

gut punching is one of the highest forms of affection one can display

fold that thang up like a grease sandwich

drop the preorder link

jelking my orbs rn

hoping my balls and tits sag to the floor if I'm lucky enough to reach old age

Delphi's ass tastes like mocha and lavender

A really pliable, pillowy texture that's cold on the tongue

yapping at 50k words per minute

your local dumb dragon

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I wake up to this

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just once I'd like to snap someone's neck between my powerful thighs

they're talking about me in naruto

#VeshWrites

The palpitations slow as you continue to hear nothing but the churning of what you can only call home now. The world around you shifts as the dragoness lays down, seemingly having no intent to let you out any time soon.

You can't even make out the rest of her words past the discordance of her guts.

Your consciousness begins to fade, gripped in a full body bear hug as you can only imagine your mistress orgasms from the extreme insertion.

Your arms fail you as you sink ever deeper, the vivid image of your mistress squatting around your body hitting your mind as you feel her walls massage and pulsate around you. You can feel her thrusting against the air as you slip in just past your knees.

"T-that's it, fuckin-"

You can hear her heart beat through her passage, a quickened rhythm excited accompanied by the guttural moans your very being causes to elicit from the dragoness.

The squelch of wet guts encompasses your senses as you try to fight against your fate, failing as you feel your shoulders compressing to be shoved in next.

There's barely enough time to register what's happening to you, even less for you to protest it. In a matter of seconds your head is meeting her mucus membrane as she strains to fit you inside. You can feel a guttural growl shake through her form as you find yourself caught inside to the neck.

With that, you are pressed into her wet asshole once again, her tail like a vice grip around your torso as her weight begins to push into you.

"Say, this is great and all... but,"

You're snapped out of your trance as you are pulled away, given your first gasps of fresh air in what feels like ages.

"I think I have a *better* idea."

You find that it's easier to slide more and more of your tongue in as she relaxes, her rear thrusting more and more against your face as your visage becomes a mess of sweat and saliva.

Moments turn to minutes as you lose yourself to pleasuring your mistress, rolling motions around with your muscle as you try to find her weak spots.

A piquant flavor sticks to your mouth, your tongue quickly setting to work to please the creature you've been clamoring to have a taste of.

Your nose makes contact with their perineum, the pillowy flesh pressing back in kind as she leans into you.

"Eager, ain't cha?"

You're lifted by the tail that grips your form, your lips making contact with the ring before you have a chance to protest.

The scent overcomes your senses immediately: gamey, a spiced musk prevailing that radiates from the leathery purse of a ballsack swaying freely near your chin, a faintly sweet note to the fragrance drawing your head in involuntarily.

Two spheres of ass meat part as she squats; the heat radiating off her wrinkled entrance feeling akin to a furnace.

Rimming/anal vore short piece go:

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

The dim light in the room is eclipsed as your view is overtaken by the rear end of a dragoness. Her long tail lifts, the prehensile appendage slipping around your form to hold you in place for what's to come.