A Beth Sesh

[08:57] Brachus the Brute thunders her massive, bulky, slightly-veined forearm against the dog-girl in front of her, blocking her from escape. One arm created a low, almost inaudible 'crack', as the massive, sculpted amazon stopped in front of the married woman, and cleared the air about her comment. Her voice was low, a masculine tone about it as she grunted. "Dogs know not to stop licking or loving, no matter what. Not to mention, making an innocent pup like you bark's gotta be fun and easy. Won't get enough of it."
[09:02] **** squeaks, coughing a bit with a quick clear of her throat as she eyeballs the gargantuan blonde before her. A flush of red floods her cheeks, the little stub of tail behind her wiggling in place with even a bit of drool running along the side of her mouth. She toys about with her ring, twisting it idly -- though it was clear she had one thing on her mind, and one thing only. "Ah, I can't say my husband would take too kindly . ." she trails off, swallowing hard, the pup's eyes unable to help but stick to Brachus' groin, her sensitive nose wriggling a bit, heart jumping a beat with a torrent of pictures rushing to her imagination.
[09:10] Brachus the Brute wasn't particularly perceptive enough to notice the bit of drool. Though the squeak and the coughing were plain and obvious. She slowly straightened her back, her hand laying flat against the dented drywall. The redness of the cheeks almost blended in with the dog-girl's mocha skin, but enough time spent around gals quickly put Brachus' certainty in order. The heavy, heady scent of sweat oozed out of the bulge in her gym-shorts: Still flaccid and hanging over a massive pair of balls. But... Something was wrong. Off. A dog's sense of smell could tell, but a human would go forth none-the-wiser. The scent of spunk coming from those balls was overwhelming. There was nothing diluting it. No liquids, no watery components. Raw, thick, gooey spunk gave off the powerful, heady scent of bitter ballsludge, the stuff oozing off of each ball in thick, room-filling wafts each. The blond amazon's eyebrow quirked as she looked at the dog-girl, the ring forgotten as quickly as it was remembered. "Who cares? I sure don't. Don't think you do either." She was... certainly direct. That masculine woman's voice was deep, resounding.

The amazon bent over, her shadow cast over the small, concern-yipping dog-girl, her head over a foot above the dog-girl's own. It was like an imposing cage of muscle-bound body, with only one willing escape. Right to the left. She could walk off. Pretend this had literally never happened. The blond pulled her lips into a wide, happy grin. "But I can definitely say that if you stick around with me, we'll have ourselves some fun, mess up a few rooms, and maybe leave you with a few more pups than hubby's sperm could ever give ya'."
[09:22] **** swallowed hard, twisting and shoving her shoulders around a little in what was a bit of a pathetic attempt to worm her way out of Brachus' hold, eyes trying their best not to lock with her assailant's but surely enough -- finally fixing themselves right onto her, the first waft of that unmistakable stench of virile cockslime smacking her senses with a fresh taste, something she hadn't smelled in years since her street days. Her pupils dilated, nipples poking out against her tiny little tank-top, those bootyshorts already a size too small getting tighter -- and plenty more damp. Enough for her dripping snatch to pitter-patter a few droplets to the floor. But certainly it wasn't mating season already? Not anywhere near, though her body betrayed her thoughts, feeling the lust well up in her loins and shoot up her spine with every tainted breath she filled her lungs with. "Mrrph. I do. I love -- mmh. I love your -- hhnnh. I love him" she stammers, barely even able to recall where she was in the first place, what day was it again? "Ahh, I think he might be waiting for me" she says through heavy breaths, her breasts sliding and bumping into that muscled arm the more she squirmed, her skin already starting to show a sheen of sweat.
[09:37] Brachus the Brute could hear it. The pitter patter of indoor rain. Coming from right in front of her. Brachus shifted her head around, glancing down to catch the sight of an obviously-drooling cunt oozing its lovejuices through those absurdly-tight "pants". More like a pair of ass-exposing panties to her, but hey, to each their own. Blue eyes slowly rolled up and down the dog-girl's figure. The dilating pupils and the dripping snatch were proof that this gal, despite her humanoid features, had dog-like senses. Beth almost pulled away, feeling like she was taking advantage of the drooling girl. She was already out of her mind, and judging by the reaction she was getting with her balls and cock put away and bulging out her jeans as obscenely as possible, the girl couldn't help but almost feel guilty. Her lips pursed together. The heavy breaths of the woman teased against her tits, her pecs flexing underneath. The thin sheen of sweat gathering across the stuffy confines holding her cum-factories added a slightly salty flavor to the scent, as if it were tickling and teasing the dog-girl's tongue on top of overpowering her with the bitter taste of backed up, undiluted cockslop. Even with the thin sheen of skin between it and the outside, there was no way that the woman was going to get that scent out of her head.

The amazon stepped backwards, her arm lowering to her side. She was a moral person, through and through. If dog-girl wanted to be with her husband that much, she'd allow her. She wasn't some kind of relationship-ruining monster! Hadn't been since high school. "If you love him that much, you should go to him." She said, almost sympathizing with the poor girl. Her bust continued to bump and slide across her, and an inch of fuckmeat poured out, slowly bulging out the jeans further. The hem of her jeans stretched outwards, and creating an open space, it would hit the poor dog-girl even harder. A repeat of the last time, though worse: There might not have been any lubricating precum made in those massive, heavy nuts, either. If that was true... If that was true, then even her pre-cum would be like thick horsespunk, dripping out in wet, chewy splatters. The blond amazon backed up, slowly, and grunted in annoyance. "Fucking thing..." Her buff hands toyed with the button of her jeans, and she let out a relieved grunt as she popped it open. Her zipper was pulled down by the weight of the massive, thicker'n'beer-can cock, with finger-width veins running up and down the eight inches of brutally-thick fuckmeat. It was like a cartoon. Four more inches of the massive bitch-breaker poured out, shoved out of a sheath at her crotch. But it wasn't even lifting up. It wasn't hard. The thing, despite its massive veins and girthy trunk, was still soft, dangling like a lewd, foot-long worm, that swayed with direct flavors of heady musk a pendulum stirring and churning the heavily-scented air around. "But if you want to see what a real cock looks like, you could always come to me." Not a warning. An invitation to savor this obscene, human-bull prick. Little rings of prepuce formed at about the foot-length, so at her crotch was a lewd ring of cable-thick vein-like protrusion, though it was still soft and squishy, as the amazon looked the dog-woman up and down. She'd made an offer. One that the dog-girl had literally every right to refuse. But judging by the depraved, addicted way her pupils got big, there was almost no way she'd turn down making this pole as big as it could get.
[10:10] ***** thought she'd caught a break, at least at the very back of her mind -- though the forefronts were buzzing and slamming with an obscene NEED to breed, eyes unable to stay locked in one place, being magnetized towards the ever-increasing heat radiating from that absolutely vile slab of cockflesh bundled away between the amazon's legs, ***'s own legs buckling under their weight, needing just a small bump of encouragement to drop her down to exactly where she belonged; on her knees. Obviously, it wasn't very long before that little push that she needed came barging through the more Beth's tool fought its way out from her pants as if it had a mind of its own. Though, once it was out in the air for her eyes to fully feast on? It was already over. The full force of the first breath she took pushed any doubts in her mind out the way, an almost feral side of her seizing her very being, those skimpy little shorts losing their way off her hips to crumple to the ground in defeat as ***** was quick to close the gap between the two of them.

Her sopping-wet box drips and drools about as much as that throbbing mass of cockflesh was leaking pre-slime, both hands coming down to bring the monstrous cockend up for a lewd kiss against her sweet folds, letting their juices mingle a bit with a few coaxing strokes along a thick cumvein. "I just . . want to take a look" she tries to reason, reaching forward for her palm to find purchase over one of Beth's balls, rotund rubbing motions being given, her hips wiggling in uncontained excitement the longer she stood within breeding proximity. The longer she was exposed, the harder she felt it was to even try to pull away, her tank-top absolutely soaking wet, those cute little pink nubs capping over her breasts able to be seen through the white cloth. "There's no way this thing is real . . ." she says under her breath, dropping to her knees in an instant, landing right in that thick puddle of tar-thick nutgunk, her nose pressing in against the big brute's balls for a deep scenting -- the pup's tongue rolling out like a red carpet to drag along the sagging sackflesh as if by natural instinct.
[10:33] Brachus the Brute hadn't even bothered to shrug off on it. She was a deep believer in consensual sex, while she was in control.... But girls tended to fall down to just a bit of teasing, and anima-girls had it even worse off, since they could smell her "gift". Potency over raw virility, but virility in spades. The amazon straightened up her back as the skimpy shorts fell off of her married conquest. Of course, doing that helped her thrust the foot-long, hardly-hard cock outwards, bobbing and bouncing around with those heavy, churning balls. But... They weren't moving, not elastically. Not sloshing either... What the hell was with those things? No, it was more like a consistent wobble, that spread from the bottom of the cum-makers all the way to where they met the crotch. Like everything in there was consistent with everything else? No, no, not that... Like everything in there was more solid than liquid was more accurate. Like a wobbling, massive, bukkake-like load stuffed in a pair of balls heavier than a watermelon when put together. They swayed back and forth, the air humming from the heavy things moving around. But, as expected, the dog-girl immediately rushed to them, her box dripping and drooling all over the carpet. The blond almost opened her mouth to comment, but silenced herself as both hands came across the cockhead, and started to aim it.

"Hey, careful with that. It's not a toy." The blond glowered for a moment, before sighing, as she was milked of the first smattering of precum. Smattering. The dog-girl quickly learned, with the half-flaccid foot of fuckmeat pressed against her folds, that this woman's precum wasn't a liquid, just like her nose told her. A thick smattering of hot-butter-like gel oozed out, the stuff a thick, semisolid chunk that slowly rose up the cumvein, and dripped out onto the snatch. The thick consistently spread and slipped all over the cunt... But only little drips and drools from the precum chunk actually fell inside. Why? The treat wasn't thin enough to just fall in. It had too hard and solid a consistency, but the blond knew what to do. A finger pushed the stuff downwards, past the tip of her cock, and down into the folds of her cunt, without preparation, without concern. The lewd chunk fell downwards, rolling across her folds slowly as it seeped in, like a creampie made out of bullspunk, even though it was being milked out in little cumchunks, one dripping bit of thick, spunk-like jelly pushing its way out of the cumslit at a time. "Oi, bitch. Be careful with that. If you're not, you'll get knocked up before we're ready." The amazon just sorta let the slut do her work, her arms hanging at her sides. She couldn't fit them in her pants if she wanted to, anyways, and she wasn't fully hard yet.

Still, the dog-slut's ministrations earned some sense of reward. The foot-long hardly-hard cock had grown to about sixteen inches by not, and still was only half-erect. The thing was slowly pulling itself up under its immense weight, and the vein-riddled thing looked like it was designed by some cruel demon, to ruin women. The finger-thick veins had become like cables underneath the touch, each one too hard to push down on or silence, blood pumping through the ruinous cock without even the slightest flinch from the nearly-bestial human. It was pushing forwards, too. Slipping out of the sheath, instead of just getting bigger. Each time, the cock seemed to push insistently on the dog-slut, literally pushing her from their bodies, and pulling her fingers away from the balls the longer she tried to remain pressed against the cock. But she managed to get a hold of them. She'd have trouble lifting them, or moving them around, since instead of liquid-ropes of cum, there was a pool of cocksludge thick and sticky enough within the confines that she could hardly move the prodigious testicles making them around. There was no sloshing, just the movement of nearly-solid breeding sludge, moving slowly, viscous inside of its confines. Worse yet was how damn dense they were. At least five pounds of dick"juice" was inside of one of those things, let alone the two of them together! The flesh spilled heavily over the bitch-wife's balls, hefty and unwieldy in its density and weight. "No. It's real. Now move your fucking face, you slag. And spread your cuntlips. Or your asscheeks. 'M not picky." She muttered lazily, her now foot-and-a-half cock pressing upwards, starting to hold its immense, vein-riddled weight.

Jesus Christ, what a fucking monster.
[11:13] ****** wriggled her hips time and time again on Beth's thick fingers, pushing and shoving themselves against her sensitive slit, thick dollops of pudding-thick prenut being worked against her bronzed flesh like ointment -- and soon pushed past, feeling the boiling heat of old, musty ball-gunk trying to claw its way up her cunt to knock her up before she could even realize. The mention of such an idea nearly awakening the pup from her cocklusted trance -- a faint thought of her man. Whoever he was, popping up half-way through her mind before it was quick to be drowned out by her attention right back onto the wonderful slab of prime-stud material. "How many girls have you managed to impregnate by now, I wonder" she says with a dribble of drool streaking off her chin, ****** bringing herself face-to-face with the end of Beth's cock to wrap her lips around -- around as much as she could at least. She gives it a hard suckle, cheeks caving in, feeling that buttery cocksludge seep past her lips and tingle over her tongue bathing her tastebuds in the deliciously rancid ball-batter. The fact that it wasn't even the 'real thing' had amazed her, both hands pumping on that big dipper to milk out a few more fat ropes to splatter on her ample tits.

She falls back flat, eyes glazed with her eyes looking a bit past glazed-over, more dopey and stupid looking than ever with a little smile on her face. She lazily rolls onto her side, an elbow propping her up with her hand spreading one of those bubbly booty cheeks open for her tight pucker to wink right at the hung breeder. She'd at least managed to keep the smallest bit of herself to stop her from going overboard and wind-up impregnated with a litter. That is if Beth would go for it in the first place. Her ass certainly looked tight, inviting with a promise of a good squeeze, but that ever-so soaked babymaker of hers glistened and drooled -- and despite the pup's invitation into her ass, her body was definitely speaking from a standpoint that wanted Beth to completely destroy both of her holes. "Ahh, I suppose I can for a little bit -- nnhh~" she mumbles drunkenly, the arm keeping her elevated unable to hold back, dropping in and sinking a couple of her fingers down to the third knuckle into her muff, pumping away tirelessly with her asshole kept on presentation.

[11:43] Brachus the Brute rolled her eyes. This damn dog-slut was already wiggling her hips oh-so-desperately. She was wriggling to get the thick pre-spunk up into her cunt, her pregnancy guaranteed. Sure, it wasn't quite as thick or potent as her actual spunk, but as that rolled slowly down the folds of her cunt, losing some mass and sticking to her juicy walls, it retained the absurd sperm count expected or a bull-load of spunk. As it killed up against her womb, she could feel it, too. A little pebble of cum touching and dripping millions of sperms by the droplet, all over her cervix. Little droplets slipped past, hitting the pup-slut's eggs and womb, and breeding a single pup just from the intensity of the thick, potent juices. Poor gal. Maybe her husband could knock up a different one? Too bad for him that'd only been a single drop from that breeding pearl, that was still trickling and dribbling down into her womb from her cervix. Babybatter thick enough to make the poor bitch pregnant hadn't been an exaggeration, after all!

But the bitch was too busy to process that a thick splatter of semisolid prenut had knocked her up. She was trying to stretch her jaw around the massive bitch-breaker, the thing heavy and pushing down against her. She brushed by her teeth, scraping the massive rod against them, and forcing her jaw nearly broken open in order to fit the tip. Whether the poor slut intended to or not, a slight hip thrust locked the head of the cock behind her teeth, and forced her to work her stretched-out lips. Brachus brought a hand to her mouth, and snickered. The slut couldn't close her mouth with that rod holding it open, and her lips were stretched to nearly breaking at the corners of her mouth. She hadn't answered the question. In her years on the road, she'd lost count. She couldn't answer properly if she wanted to. The stretch and attempts to pull her cheeks in didn't result in much, outwardly. Her mouthcunt had already been stretched, and the veins scraped against the sides of her cheeks to force the pup-slut to engulfed the sweat-slicked shaft. Salty flavors mixed with the meaty taste, lingering a lewd, unwashed cocktaste onto her tongue. The little dribbles of leftover prenut were probably too thick for the poor girl to swallow, if they'd been any larger. The lewd splattering drips lingered onto the slut's tongue, before a harsh yank scraped her teeth against it as it popped out. "Nope. Your mouth ain't gonna work for this. You gotta choose, now. I'm not gonna wait long." The bull-stud was impatient. her expression cold and unyielding in its firm and uncaring look. Her foot stomped impatiently at the ground, toes curling and scraping across the floor. She wanted to fucking unload into this dumb pup-dyke, and she was going to do it. Her dicksludge wasn't going anywhere, no matter how much the bitch tried to milk it out. And she wasn't even succeeding in milking out her precum, let alone the tar-like goop that was her nut.

But finally, the dumb bitch actually managed to roll onto her side, her cock unmarred from its yanked escape through teeth. At a full twenty inches of massive member, it looked almost as prodigious as those unusually thick balls she had hanging lewdly from it. It bobbed and bounced, full weight making a hum like someone swung a baseball bat instead of just let a cock pop free from a mouth. The bull grabbed at her cock, digging her strong fingers into its musky sides, and smearing the little sheen of sweat she intended to use as lube. Just that. The slut finally opened her ass cheeks, to expose that tiny little hole. "Jesus, bitch, you sure? Well. Ain't my funeral." The amazon approached from behind the dog-girl, and stopped right behind her. The head of her cock slowly pressed downwards, prepping for insertion.

With a little bit of slobber for lube, it was certainly an experience. The beer-can+ cock slowly worked its human head down into the hole, pressing down on it, and weighing down the bitch-breaking fuckmeat into that little hole. Well. Trying to, at least. Too thick to fit in like that, it just pounded and pushed down at the hole, forcing it to stretch wide enough that it'd gape from a human cock, but... Well... This wasn't a human size. The blond grunted, and a smattering of precum dropped out of her cockslit into the thing, covering it in creamy dick-butter. A hand grabbed at one ass cheek, digging into it and smearing the lewd batter around, rubbing it into the rosebud and forcing it to stretch around the greedy appendage. She shoveled a healthy dose of precum into the little hole via her thumb, pushing it in until the anal ring let the greedy sludge fall down her anal walls, and start its slow journey to her stomach. "Hey, bitch. I might ruin you. But you asked for it." That was justification enough, wasn't it? The blond's hand grabbed at her lover-for-the-evening's hip, and yanked her backwards. The forceful impact stretched the little donut hole open, just a little bit(about 2 inches across), before slopping past it, the engorged cumvein rolling across the little hole, as the dense, churning balls bruised at her ass. A swear of frustration left as her balls cracked into those bubbly cheeks, impact sending a ripple from there, up her spine, through her tits, and all the way to her skull. Maybe the dog'd bitten off a little more than she could chew?... A snort. Reaimed, the slut was finally yanked backwards onto the cockhead, the hole stretched out to gape around the massive thing, and her anal ring's muscles stretched to break, to let the massive thing finally fit inside of her. It was like holding a behemoth between her anal walls, the thing too big to just be forced in, but making its way down her hole anyways. Another inch of veiny, bitch-reshaping cockmeat was stuffed in with each thrust, veins scraping and grinding like hot iron across her soft walls. This hole couldn't be used by anything small again. Poor hubby. The blond grunted in annoyance. "Use your hips, you dumb bitch! I bet you're already pregnant, so be my shameless cumdump tonight anyways. Start working your fucking hips, or I'll lift you from the ground and use them without permission." The blond spoke in a cruel, demeaning voice. it was just another hole to unload into. She smirked at that though, and gave the mocha-ass a loving swat, a bright red and blue handprint staining her cheek from the impact.
[12:38] ****** half-regretted her choice the moment she felt the broad bellend of Beth's bitchbreaker kiss her sweet ass. Her toes curl and wriggle, nearly jumping as the amazon's thumb sunk itself between her cheeks, feeling that thick slop stuff and slicken her backdoor. She thought she was ready, though once Beth had fully sunk herself down to the hilt, **** let out a shrill cry in a mix of both pain and complete pleasure, hands cupping over her face with a few wriggles of her body in return as shockwave after shockwave rolled its way up her spine. It was undeniably the most filled she'd ever felt in her lifetime, and probably as filled in as she could probably ever get, the sudden demands ringing through her ears setting the pup straight to, once again, do as she was told. ***** tries to work her hips from the side, stirring around that dick buried deep in her ass, the pup's bouncy bubble butt wobbling about to offer the blonde a bit of a show, though not much range of motion at such an angle. "Hff, hahh, it's too big -- rnnnnhh, im trying" she moans, her muscles feeling like jello by now as she struggles to lift herself up to her elbows. Her body twists about and shifts, slooowwwwwlly managing to get on both knees with that dick lodged so deep in her bowels -- only then does the pupslut start working her hips like a piston to stroke and jerk on Beth's oversized mammoth cock. She shakes that ass good, as well as she can manage with her rump clapping around the sides of the veiny girth speared in. The dusty haired slut looks back as if seeking any signs of approval in her breeder stud's eyes, desperate to please with the little stub of a tail on the small of her back waving wildly, ears flattened atop her head. ***** winces as that muscle-loaded smack comes crashing on her tender backside, letting out a sudden yelp though keeping on with her performance to try and milk the drooling prick that was far thicker than her arm itself.

"Mhh, I'm trying, I'm trying~!" she cries, her tongue hanging loose from her lips, smacking her ass till it'd flatten against the muscled waist of the hung amazon, feeling those dense nuts clobber against her cunt like they were punching bags, dull thuds and wet squelches of her strangled asshole being restuffed with what even the most prideful of skanks would consider 'far too much meat'. She works on and on, sweat running off her back with the stench of sex in the air, though even the 'all natural' lube she'd been slathered with was thickening, making every consecutive push back she could even attempt just a bit more laborous. "Huff. Hahh. How do they even keep up" she wheezes to herself, dropping down on her face with an exasperated sigh, settling back to stirring and shaking her hips as she had before.
[13:10] Brachus the Brute stared at the slut as she attempted to rock backwards, heavy veins sinking in and marring, scarring the flesh inside of her ass. Not literally. More of a mental one: The low, drawn-out scratches and scrapes of the vile cunt-destroyer stuffing itself oh-so-slowly into her ass was digging in, reshaping the tight little hole's walls. It was almost like forcing folds into it, to turn the thing into a useless, unbreedable cunt. The blond tilted her head backwards, and grunted in frustration. It wasn't even fully inside of her, and the bitch was already wriggling around and twitching. Damnit, slut. A cruel scowl started to etch into the amazon's face as she turned from an already domineering woman into a more cruel and uncaring stud. Her hand palmed suddenly at the pup's ass cheek, forcing it to bruise and smack against her lover, just as another inch sunk into the hole, ruining it even further. The shaft's veins scraped across the soft flesh, hitting billions of nerve-endings even when it wasn't even halfway stuffed in yet. Then, the shimmying, wobbling hips managed to stuff that knocked out inch right back in, the sense of fullness and bulge of the cumvein gloriously nerve-striking. The thick underside of the cock's cumvein pushed down on the lower walls, squeezing the girl's cunt shut, and applying pressure to her more... Sloppy hole. The attempted movements were almost useless, but the fact she was trying to be loose meant the world. The blond amazon managed to pump her hips forwards, each inch a battle, a fight to stuff more of the brutal twenty-inch womb-wrecker deeper into that hole. The moans from the struggling bitch didn't mean much. But the jerking forwards of her amazon lover was like an endless train of cock, battling the world, trying to stuff deeper and deeper without remorse. The cock finally managed to lodge itself in the girl's stomach, claiming her intestines... And still not all the way inside. Though the pupslut trying her best to deal with the obscene stretch of cock inside of her was working nicely now, as she pistoned her hips backwards, and the amazon matched her. Their thrusts lodged inch after inch of cockmeat so hard and thick taking it out might've been impossible. But the strong hips met her ass, and flinging, dense balls sent hard smacks coursing throughout her body. She did get her approval though, as the woman finally hilted herself, the stomach brutalized and stretched, intestines turned into a fucksleeve for her stud's cock. The blond let out a low, guttural moan of pleasure. "Damn, bitch... Didn't think you had it in you." The sounds of praise were obvious in the way she spoke. In the higher pitch of delight in her usually husky, deep voice. With the throbs of pleasure running through her cock, and stretching her asshole further, in time with her lover's heartbeart. With the drooling prespunk staining her insides forever, and filling her up with a good old-fashioned, chewy meal. The stud flinched at the tight, coiling, attempted milking motions of those hips. A hand rested on her ass, gingerly rubbing the red mark. "Don't worry, skank. You did good. Lemme handle it from here."

With that said and done, the blond's massive, strong hands gripped at her lover's thighs, and pulled her off of the ground, right as she managed to stand. The loss of control was instant. She couldn't do anything but wriggle and writhe on top of that meaty cock, her slutty, dripping cunt completely out in the open. Her tits wobbled and jiggled about from the sudden, sharp movements, and her ass cheeks came to rest on her lover's waist, and washboard abs. It was a low, heated, grinding sensation, scraping her ass against the washboard abs as she was dragged up, only a couple of inches, by the thighs. Fingers dug into those meaty legs, pinching and groping at them like they were useless fleshy appendages that existed solely as handles. She was raised up, her ass and insides let to feel a little looser, a little more functionally right, but hollow, before the sudden jerking of both hips and arms pulled her back down. Before, her thrusts had been hard. Amplified by gravity, the mere meeting of waist with ass nearly sent the bitch's body flying up the cock again, stagnated by the grip on her legs. "Hey, slut. Hubby's watching. You should say something to him." The blond snickered, her breath hot against her cumdump's ear, the churning prelude to nut-butter slowly rising up her horse-like cock, and dribbling, drooling across her insides, before being thrust into her, fucked deep into her stomach, where it could sit and pool together. Worst part was, the blond was hardly sweating at all, compared to her lewd, needy lover, the thrust of hips and the swaying of churning nuts visible beneath her figure hardly an exercise to the lewd, massive pole inside of her. It was just another day of the week, cucking a man and leaving his wife unable to live without her cock. She started to pick up speed, nearly pulling the tight hole inside out with the rough thrusts. In a cunt, she probably would've smashed the womb completely with each of these, and yet, she treated them like they were normal! Her hips just bucked upwards, her abs tight, and her thighs flexing in time with the motions, to help spearhead her breaker deeper into the dog-slut's cunt. "Be grateful I'm wound up already. You'll only get a few hours on the ride, instead of your whole useless life... But don't worry. I'll come back to visit my kids." The blond snickered into her lover's ear, apparently putting on a show for her husband, who... was nowhere to be found.

[14:10] ****** shakes and shivers with each booty-bruising smack the amazon stud was lowering down over her asscheeks, leaving her battered and beaten below the waist and a soon-to-be bloated belly of ball-batter and babies. She felt as if she were gonna be split in half by that monster-cock with each belly-bulging push of her ass back towards the base till she'd finally fall flat on her face once Beth had finally bottomed out, feeling those heavy sacks of pre-sludge resting against the back of her thighs. Her hands reach back, trying to get a hold of one of those well-rounded orbs, just trying to get even a squeeze out of them, though only able to feel lumpy masses of churning sludge within the sack, making her shiver and drool the more her palm rubbed and played along with those massive gonads. Though a bit of a shame she couldn't show them some proper oral loving, she at least was able to feel those virile cumtanks churn and stir with their load, nearly gurgle with their boiling cache of ballslime, waiting, fermenting in there with trillions upon trillions of strong swimmers waiting to just empty and breed into the first thing they could spearhead into. One of those being the dogslut's own womb -- of which already had managed to be claimed by that overly-potent presludge she'd been messing with earlier, the clueless Inu absolutely unawares of her own impregnation, apart from the warm, strangle tingling she felt centered on her womb. Though she figured it was from that massive dick stretching her to the extremes anyhow.

At the very least she breaks her lips into a weak smile at the bit of praise she receives, though is quick to turn to uncertainty the moment the muscled beauty began to heave her up with both hands, holding her high and fully impaled on her length of amazon dick. This new sensation -- this new angle, **** was completely unprepared for, the pup throwing her arms back to loop around Beth's neck, holding on for dear life as the woman began to batter and beat deep into her belly with her battering ram of a beastcock, being thrown about like a ragdoll without a single care in the world to be seen from the blonde bull. "Mrngh, hhahhh, don't look, aaahh, pleasssee~ aahhhh it's too good, her cock is -- nnhhaaaahh -- making me --" she stammers, barely managing to speak until she's cut off by a sharp tinge of pleasure rushing down to the ends of her toes, her juiced-up cunt quivering and spasming as she feels a climax knocked loose from the assfucking. She moans into Beth's skin, her sweet juices dripping off her thighs to fully shower her pumping pole with wet, ass-packing squelches filling the air. Her hair was wild, clinging to her face, her skin, the pup's body absolutely drenched in sweat now being smeared over the musclebabe's front as she was being completely manhandled, something her man at home wouldn't even dream of being able to provide -- let alone such a mammoth cock to play with, now THAT was way out of the question. By now, her ass had been completely reshaped, moulded into the perfect fit for the brute's big beefy bitchsplitter, and the bitch herself? Tamed. As if she hadn't been before, the dreamy look on her face and the sheer joy she was getting out of such a taxing assfuck was evidence enough that she'd lost all will to fight back -- what little there was to begin with anyway. Her arms pull down on Beth's neck, trying to bring her close, trying to lock lips with the blonde for at least just a second, her tongue held out and dancing, wanting a taste of the stud's love, apart from the one she'd already been getting between her legs.