Meulin masturbating to Terezi

Leaning against the wall of her dimly lit dream room, Meulin could feel the coolness of the wall seeping through her thin shirt, making her shiver and causing her nipples to harden and push against the light green fabric. Spreading her legs wide, she desperately held back her moaning, knowing she’d be far too loud and someone would come looking for her. But she just couldn’t stop thinking of Latula’s dancestor; she was so attractive, more interesting than Latula by far, but best of all was her ass. Meulin bit her lower lip at the thought of running her hands over Terezi’s large backside, digging her nails into the supple flesh, the prospect of drawing thin lines of teal blood to the surface of ever expansive grey skin made a rush of arousal wash over her and she could feel her face flushing. Using her right hand to slip up under her shirt, she roughly groped at her breast, squeezing and pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers as she imagined the young and inexperienced libra troll confidently working over her body, cackling loudly and proclaiming how delicious the chubbier troll smelled. Panting, she slapped her free hand around the nightstand next to her, blindly searching for her newest toy.

She could feel herself getting wetter just from touching the knobby, silicon dildo. Quickly bringing it up to her soaking cunt, Meulin rubbed the dragon phallus against herself, spreading her olive juices on the once bright teal object. The ridges and texture managed to bring a moan from her lips, a low (to her) mumbling of Terezi’s name as she closed her eyes and pictured Terezi gleefully teasing her with a dragon dick. Taking a deep breath, Meulin used both hands to slowly thrust into herself, body shaking in an effort to adjust to the sheer girth stretching her out. It stung but this wasn’t her first time taking a large toy and the thought of the younger girl being the one to fuck her like this relaxed her enough to take the entire ten inches. Practically grunting like an animal by the time she reached the base, Meulin’s body was slumped against the wall, legs shaking with trails of olive genetic fluid sliding down her thick thighs.