Thick Mag Short Story

  The aroma of lavender permeated the candle-lit deck of the Orbiter. Placed before the navigation console and beneath the starry expanse of space, a soft yet spongy bed had been set prior to your return from a mission. Although the reason for its existence unknown, you turned and sat on the edge to relax if but for a moment.
  The automatic ramp descended, drawing your attention, and from the dark recesses of the armory the Warframe Mag heaved her hefty body up the ramp. The blue light emitted by Earth's atmosphere illuminated the Orbiter's deck, giving way to the Warframe's drastic increase in proportions.
  Mag's bosoms, which were on the verge of spilling out of the white tank-top that appeared ready to rip apart at the seams, swayed to and fro as she purposely accentuated the sway of her hips. A pair of denim shorts, frayed along the seams, failed miserably at concealing her fatty buttocks which spilled helplessly out of the rear. The crotch seam visibly ground and dug against her clitoris with each step while simultaneously splitting her labia apart, creating an overhanging bulge of meat on either side.
  In one smooth and drawn out motion the plump Warframe jutted her buttocks out and pushed the denim shorts passed her posterior. Multiple strands of bubbly liquid danced and glistened in Earth's light moments before breaking free from the denim and sticking to the inside of her thighs.
  Unable to wait any longer, Mag stepped forward and placed her open palms against the back of your head. In an instant your face was shoved against her gooey vulva and the taste of salt forced upon your tongue. An immense weight then came crashing down on your upper torso as Mag dropped to her knees, pinning you between her and the bed.
  As an immediate response you wrapped your arms around Mag's legs and pulled with all your might, parting them enough to allow you to breath once more. Then, without skipping a beat, your tongue lashed out against Mag's vulva and slathered it in saliva before worming inside and wriggling against the walls of her canal.
  Within seconds Mag took to grinding herself forward and back against your mouth, urging you to work faster and with greater effort. Your tongue darted in and out of the vaginal opening, hooking against the inside and rotating as quickly as possible. Each time Mag reared her hips, your tongue pressed and drug against the Warframe's engorged clitoris while slithering back and forth.
  Minutes passed. Mag's movements had grown erratic, her hips gyrated in urgency and a stuttered moan slipped from her person.
  "Oh, oh! Yes, please!" Shouted Mag, finally breaking the silence between them.
  In the instant your lips parted to catch Mag's clitoris, a powerful force rammed against the back of your head and mushed your face against her crotch. The Warframe quivered and shook atop you as she pulled your hair. Copious amounts of juices mixed with urine flowed freely from her body, both spilling down your throat and overflowing from the corners of your mouth.
  Mag's voice trembled as she spoke. "Oh fuck! You better not be spilling a drop down there."
  From underneath the Warframe, you gurgled and swallowed as much of her juices as possible while sporadically choking and forcing it out of your mouth to make room for more.
  Finally, after having inhaled an ocean of salty cum and warm urine, Mag hauled her body off of yours and laid beside you.
  "Is it my turn?" You asked, your voice choppy from having choked down too much.
  Without even looking in your general direction Mag replied, "No."