Chapter 127 - Competitive Sex [R18] (1/2)
”Oy! You humped too fas—!”
Foel suddenly grabbed at MF's hair like a handle, inserting her thick rod onto the pseudo-deity's mouth. The tanomobi moved a little bit closer, trying to find an angle where she could shove more part of her rod down into MF's throat.
”How does it feel!? Drinking your own medicine!”
MF couldn't even muster to take any air. She didn't need to but the foreign sensation made her instinctively feel weaker as she grabbed it tight onto the bed sheet, letting her throat got brutally defiled.
Foel messed up her partner's throat for a while before unloading a huge amount of cum. She kept jousting while the climax happened, ensuring that all of her seed went down into the tunnel before finishing it with an even deeper thrust.
Slowly, the rod was unsheathed from the flesh scabbard. With disgusted expression, MF was forced to gulp all of them down, not wasting anything as she licked her lips with a frown. Although defeated, the Ouroboros didn't want to make her wife feel victory. 'Deepthroat is the third thing I hate now.'
Despite all of the effort trying to wear down the tanomobi. Foel was still in her max vigor.
”You're in the mood now, shall I take down the other mouth of yours as well~?” Foel hummed as she stood up with her rod still straight as ever.
The shadow of the magnum was bigger than MF's face. ”I still won't change my mind! I'm not ready!”
Foel grin was unscathed, she then sat again on MF's belly. Before she gave the Ouroboros a chance to throw any tantrum, Foel sealed her mouth by smashing her lips onto her.
Their tongues wrapped around each other, rolling and slithering, mixing their saliva like a cocktail. MF unintentionally gulped from the pleasure, causing their mixed mouth juices to trickle down the throat. The tanomobi acted more aggressive as she steered MF's head by the passionate kiss alone.
A thread of saliva was stretched as Foel backed down, and eventually to her Meshia's crotch, seeping her tongue again to gain that cute yelp from her partner before putting her rod on top of the wet lower lips once again.
”Just do it quickly!” MF closed her eyes with both of her hands.
”Kekeke, thanks for the meal~!”
Not gently, not with consideration, but with primal lust where Foel rammed her hard cock in one go into the tight cave. A burning jolt ran through the whole body. Ended up grasping hard onto the bed sheet, MF bit her lower lips painstakingly to negate the stimulus from turning her expression into something else.
She then circulated the blood so that the tearing didn't become awkward, she then also enhanced the tissue of her inside because the monster was too far deep that it pushed her womb too deep while also expanding her inside into the shape of Foel's rod.
Foel leaned forward as MF tried to hide her flustered face again. ”How did it feel, being savagely defiled for your first time~?”
”N-not the best time of my life!”
Foel started to move her hip. The rod was too large, it smashed with MF's womb nonstop and it doesn't help with the fact that Foel made sure that everything goes in with every thrust.
MF's sheepish and frustrated moans escaped through the whole brute humping session. Her breast jiggled uncontrollably. Her sweet yelp got distruped every time her inside was pierced. Before she knew it, Foel had fastened her pace, feeling that something would come out.
Still covering her eyes, she reached out her other hand to do a stop sign. ”Guuuh~! Don't do it~! Inside~!”
MF had already calculated the average load of ejaculation that Foel had each time she got into climax. Estimatedly, it would be very unpleasant from her perspective.
Foel was having the best time of her life meanwhile, trying to uncover a foreign kind of pleasure with every thrust. She started to grasp at MF's waist, building up momentums for the climax.