Subby Aussie Girl

Do not message me and tell me you’re horny/your cock is hard/ask if you can jack off to my photos.

I’m not interested.

I don’t care.

I don’t want to know.

It has nothing to do with me.

It is flat out rude.

If I want to know, trust me I’ll ask.

Would you tell someone you don’t know in the street?

No?

Then what makes you think it’s okay to tell me.

Sorry extra point - don’t tell me I have to ‘relax’, don’t sexually harass women. PERIOD.

Second extra point - don’t send me messages telling me you want to fuck my face/use my body/any other crazy sexual fantasy you have about me. If I want to have a sexual conversation with you, trust me you’ll know.

Third extra point - don’t message me randomly asking for photos. I thought this was common sense but obviously not.

I can’t wait to see what you come up with this and take your the time, make sure you are well rested and taking care of yourself! 💙

Hi anon! Thank you so much for your kind words, I'm trying to be kinder to myself and it's always nice to have a reminder. That said, I hope you like his little story I came up with. I went overboard with this. I don’t know where this came from but dang if it wasn’t fun. Hope you enjoy! <3

Wrong candy, right hole

Werewolf x fem!witch || dub-con, accidental drug ingestion, size kink, oral sex, knotting, breeding, squirting, lowkey somnophilia || tw: there’s mentions of anxiety and a panic attack

“I’m so fucking hungry, are you done?” He pushed his face against the side of your head, almost bent in half to do so, looking over your shoulder. When he pressed against your space so closely, you felt so tiny. Fucking werewolves being as big as a refrigerator.

“Wait a lil bit, dude. I need to finish this so I can send it today.” You told him, pushing his snot away from you. You were trying to pack the last products of the day before going for dinner. You told him that at least three times already, but he was so damn impatient. You kinda loved him for it, he was always so eager for everything you did together, it was charming in a way.

“But I’m hungry…” He whined, making you bite your lip to hide a smile. Your best friend was so cute when he was acting all puppy like. You though werewolves would be more dominant or something, but he was just a big furry himbo. And you had a bit of a crush on him, but you weren’t going to sexualize him that way. You knew part of the reason you had a crush was because of how big and imposing he was, how furry his body was… You had a bit of a monster kink, and well, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable so you didn’t say anything about it.

You pointed at the counter and told him: “Eat some candy, they are over the counter.” He let out a happy sound as he marched to get them. You turned around in time to see him eating some of your last shipping products. Oh fuck.

“Uh, oh,” you mustered. This was bad, really bad.

“What?” He asked, opening his mouth wide, candy crumbs falling off. Gross.

Darling, you are preaching. To. The. CHOIR!!!

Imagine a Werewolf who corners you in a bar over near the pool tables, challenging you to a game. Plays a round or two with you, clearly letting you win but you lean into the bit anyway. The two of you getting closer and closer with each turn.

Your ass leaning back into his crotch. Pretending to gasp as you hit the balls while at the same time you pop your hips. So obviously coming onto him. He chuckles lowly and molds his chest to your back.

Growling out a deep, “You’re pretty confident for a virgin.”

It has the hair on the back of your neck rising and pussy tingling with awareness. Fluttering around nothing as if already imagining him taking your virginity for himself.

“H-how did you know?” You stutter out as his claws dig into your wide hips, dragging you further back into his growing erection.

You stay deathly still as he nuzzles into your neck, taking a long and very loud whiff of your neck. A deep rumble rolling through his chest, very pleased with what he smells. You can feel him growing harder against you and you gush with arousal, quickly soaking your panties through.

“Can smell it,” he rasps and you shiver at that.

He offers to take you back to his place where he can make your first time good and fuck you as hard as possible. Promising you’ll get so much dick you don’t know what to do with it. So of course you agree and it’s better than you can even imagine.

The Werewolf can’t stop lapping up your sweet slick, his wide tongue hitting everywhere you need. When you’re ready for him he takes it nice and slow, a rough snarl leaving him as he feels your hymen give away to his force. He works you down on his massive cock in small strokes, sinking another inch with each rock of his hips.

He waits with the strength of a hundred men for you to adjust to size. But once you do he is absolutely slamming his cock deep inside your depths, making sure your cunt will be molded to the shape of him by the end of the night.

As you get closer to the edge you start to feel a heavy weight slap against you as your hips meet his. It pushes insistently at your entrance, just begging to be let inside.

“What—ah fuck!— what is that?” You ask, mind lost in endless pleasure.

The Werewolf looks borderline feral above you, his jaw snapping wildly at the air as drool dribbles from his maw. He uses his hold on your hips to slam you down even hard on his length and that’s when you start to feel it sinking inside you, making his tip smash against your cervix during each thrust.

“What do you think it is, pretty? It’s my knot. And you’re gonna take it like a good breeding bitch, yeah?”

You can only mewl in response, pleasure bursting from his words, and making your head spin. Your body begins to shake beneath him and with only a couple more thrusts he has you coming hard all over his cock. He lets out a long howl, his knot swelling up inside of you before he’s releasing spurt after spurt of cum. Grinding his cock as far in as it can go so that his hot semen splashes against your womb.

The two of you wait in a mess of limbs, his knot plugging you up so perfectly. Making sure his cum takes. When it finally goes back down he slips out of you, watching with a deep satisfaction as his cum drips from your entrance. He chuckles at the sight and gives your thick thigh an affectionate pat.

“Ready to go again?”

Your eyes widen, sweating you must’ve heard him wrong. You could barely feel your legs. They were shaking so badly. There’s no way you could go again so soon. You were already gonna be so insanely sore.

“You want to go again?”

Luckily the Werewolf chuckles and shakes his head. You start to sigh in relief but something in his eyes has it trailing off into a slight gasp. He rolls his tongue over his teeth, his expression curling into a smirk. With a jut of his chin he signals toward the door.

With one little flaw that perhaps proved it was too good to be true.

Only days after you first moved in… weird things started happening. At first your panties just kept going missing. You figured the washer must be eating them up but no matter what you tried you could never find them.

Then you started waking up to your sheets soaked and the room reeking of sex. You never remembered having any steamy dreams but you must’ve if your bed was this soaked by morning.

But then things got even more physical. Strange sensations of pulling and tugging stretched at your towels as you were leaving the shower and at your clothes whenever you’d walk around in your pajamas. At that point it was impossible to deny the fact that you weren’t alone in this place and the other entity wanted something from you.

That’s when he finally appeared. Horny Ghost was perhaps the sexiest man you’ve ever seen even with his frame completely transparent and his skin a deathly hue. Your first thought when he revealed himself to you was literally, ‘awe, what a shame he’s dead. I so would’ve tapped that.’

And as if he read your mind he actually managed to reach out and touch you. His excitement made the atmosphere buzz with electricity and power around him. It shot straight down to your core, already making you more horny than before. The next few hours were a blur of fucking each other in the air in positions you never dreamed you’d be able to go in. If anyone had walked in they’d have thought you possessed.

Ever since then you’ve been working with him, trying to help him figure out ways to move on. Though it doesn’t seem to be as important to him as it is you. Whenever you try and get him to focus on figuring out why he’s stuck he just leans in and says you look so beautiful when you’re trying to think. Somehow you always end up fucking each other again after that.

In the midst of one of these fuck sessions, the pounding of his girthy ghost cock fucks a thought right into your head. A first for you but you weren’t gonna complain. It would take some planning but you were positive you’d finally found the key to sending him to the other side.

So the next time another attempt leads into a lustful distraction, you oh so subtly insist on taking control… and then you make him absolutely regret it. Dragging countless orgasms from both of your spent and overheated bodies. Even his usually freezing frame is now a sizzling warmth that practically encourages more of your gooey slick to trickle out and paint your bodies in a mix of combined release and new arousal.

Horny Ghost’s jaw drops, his eyes rolling back into his head, and a smirk playing on his lips. He can’t believe you right now, feeling a joint emotion of respect and rippling anger. His hands desperately pinch into your plush sides, needing to mark you, wanting to affect you more than you’re currently wrecking him.

As much as you’re trying to hide it, you’re not doing too much better. Your body trembles every time you bounce up and down on his cock, begging to let yourself fall and allow him to take control. It takes all your energy to keep going, your poor pussy spasming like it’s begging both for rest and to cum again.

“How you- hhng!- feeling, baby? So blissed out you can’t help but find p-peace?” You ask in between choked moans, his shaft rubbing up against your sopping walls, igniting every nerve of ecstasy within you.

His eyes widen, chest heaving as realization dawns at what you’re trying to do. You’re actually trying to get him to cross over. The fact that you were serious about all that astounds him. Why would he ever wanna leave when he’s finally found a perfectly tight cunt that massages his length like it was made just for him? The way she clutches onto him like she wants to suck him dry. That pussy is a work of art. No way he’s giving that up.

“You sneaky lil aahh! minx. Someone ought to teach you a lesson— fuck!” He snarls, fucking up into you even harder and jostling your body so deliciously. For a moment he’s entranced by the alluring jiggle and movement of your drool-worthy breasts before he snaps back into focus by your breathless giggle. “You think it’s gon’ be that easy?”

“I almost have you. I know I do,” you reply oh so confidently that it has him seething.

During your time together when have you been the one to get the upper hand on him? He thinks you need a serious reminder about that.

“Do you really? Mmph, yeah, we’ll see about that.”

With a speed as fast as the wind he gets a burst of energy and the air around you crackles. Before you can catch your breath he’s flipping you around like you’re nothing but a doll to use for his pleasure. Pinning your wrists above your head with a force you can’t see, he picks up the pace, pounding away at your insides like he’s trying to rearrange your guts. And with his powers he just might.

Your screams of pleasure are almost as loud as the squelching of your cunt every time your bodies meet. Despite the fact that his body has no affect on the outer world, the force of his thrusts drive you up the bed, causing it to creak with resistance and smack against the wall in warning. Yet he doesn’t slow down. If anything it fuels him to go even harder.

Shockwaves course through your body as your orgasm slams into you. You’re unsure if it’s his powers or just the sheer intensity of your climax as your insides buzz with pleasure and shake you to your very soul. As you feel your release gushing out of you the world goes dark and still.

Then you wake with a scream, your eyes flying open to find him still going. Heaving breaths leave you as another orgasm begins to build. Looking around you’re not sure how much time as passed or if he ever really stopped. But just like before he revealed himself to you, your bed is drenched with a mess of your slippery fluids. Soaking the mattress to its very core.

“Awe, how cute. Look who’s a-awake. The one so nngh! confident just a few hours ago.”

Hours?

You can’t even begin to think about that right now as his still rock hard cock swivels around inside you, hitting every spot that drives you to a blissful insanity. Screams pour from your lips and you’re unable to stop them. No energy left for anything but taking you over that edge once again.

And when you do your world fades away. All that’s left is each rocking of his hips as he rails into you. He’s taken possession to a whole new level as he transcends your body to a new plane is existence. Your cunt milks his cock, begging him to join you in this sensation. After all this time he can’t hold back any longer, coming right after you with a snarl that shakes the shutters and makes the house groan.

He buries himself to the hilt, ejecting ropes of hot sticky semen straight into your narrow channel. Together your bodies tremble against each other, barely any energy left between you, but the heat still well alive.

“You can’t get rid of me that easy,” he purrs in your ear and a chill shoots down your spine, swearing you can almost feel his hot breath ghost across your skin.

It seems it’ll take a lot more than this to get him to pass on and rest. In the meantime he’ll find a perfectly good resting spot right in your arms and in your perfect cunt.

In part it was due to him being nervous. He’s never experienced a rut and he’s never been able to knot someone before. But it was also because you two weren’t ready to start a family yet. You both liked it just being you two and your bf was selfish enough to pridefully admit he wanted to keep you all to himself for a while.

But sometimes life has other plans. Mistakes happen. Like being so deliriously in love with your mate even after years of being together that you accidentally start forgetting to take your pills.

Now he’s reaping the (rewards) consequences. He didn’t expect it to happen this way or how this moment would come to be. But he certainly can say he’s mad about it, the heat in his body burning hotter and faster the longer the slams his length into your poor spent cunt.

Of course your husband loves fucking you. Your sex life is better than he’s ever had in the past even without a rut or any of these intensified emotions. Fucking you is one of his favorite activities. If he could that’s all he’d do… and right now he doesn’t have a choice not to.

By the look on your face you’re not too upset about this turn of events either. Your eyes are dazed and completely fucked out, tears dribbling down your cheeks as you babble total nonsense about how much you love his thick cock and how it fills you. Every thrust sending your body flying upwards only to have him jerk you back down his length.

“What d’you think you’re doin’, running away from this. This?” Your husband snarls, drool dripping from his maw and painting your already glistening plush body with more messy liquids.

Part of you was shocked he even managed to fit. During his rut something about his cock felt bigger. Thicker. It’s made you completely insane, your mind flooded with nothing but him and the craving for more of his cum.

Something was missing though. And you had no idea what until you felt a presence poke and push at your entrance, stretching it to its limits and urging it to flower open for him even wider. Screams pour from your lips as he slips his knot in, making you feel so full you could barely breathe. He was everywhere and it was glorious.

The loud shrill squelching of bodies meeting nearly drowned out your endless moans and mewls of pleasure. Previous loads of combined releases gushing out, spewing thick milky cum all over your thick thighs. The momentum making it ooze up your frame and creating a masterpiece of debauchery. At the sight of it your husband nearly howls and starts fucking into you even faster.

“Don’t. You. Worry. Gonna make sure this next load stays in. Right where it belongs,” he growls, accompanying every word with a hard thrust.

When you both finally cum and his knot locks inside you, breeding was honestly the last thing on either of your minds. All you cared about in that moment was the connection you felt together. It wasn’t until he helped work you both through your releases and the fog started to clear did you realize what this could mean.

Especially as his swollen knot remained so firmly inside you, keeping you alllll plugged up.

“W-what do we do about this exactly? Knotting and all,” you stammer out, sweat beading on your forehead for a completely different reason now.

But your husband wasn’t listening or even paying attention to you. No, his eyes were laser-focused on the swell of your belly, slightly more rounded now that it was overstuffed with him. You couldn’t read the look in his eyes and you were too nervous to find out.

A moment later he hesitantly reaches down and starts caressing it, possibly a million thoughts running through his head. Which only made you less included to figure out what he was thinking. But you couldn’t just leave this. Certainly not while he was still gonna be inside you for who knows how long.

“Baby, you good? I’m, uh, I’m sure knotting isn’t effective every time—“

Both you and your husband are shocked by the furious growls that rumbles out of his throat. You instantly go still. He’s never done that to you before. Not out of anger. If you were a werewolf or at least a hybrid you’re sure you would’ve pinned your ears back in submission. Yet his touch on your body is still gentle. Tender. Only confusing you further.

“I’m sorry, my mate, I’m so sorry. It’s just… I realized I hope it is. That it does take,” he tells you slowly, eyes softening as they stare into yours.

Not reacting while you gasp and squirm against him. Both nervous and a bit turned on.

“Really? You wanna do this? I do too,” You say with a slight laugh, a surprising burst of hope bubbling up inside your chest. Your husband flashes you a dazzling fangy smile and nods.

“Yes, yes, of course I do. And I wanna enjoy the process of it even more,” he says, a purr now in his voice and that predatory look back in his eye.

Already you can feel the heat building back up in his body as his knot starts to deflate. Your own excitement for the future with your mate builds and flares up into another wave of arousal. Both of you ready to go again.

Darling, you are preaching. To. The. CHOIR!!!

Imagine a Werewolf who corners you in a bar over near the pool tables, challenging you to a game. Plays a round or two with you, clearly letting you win but you lean into the bit anyway. The two of you getting closer and closer with each turn.

Your ass leaning back into his crotch. Pretending to gasp as you hit the balls while at the same time you pop your hips. So obviously coming onto him. He chuckles lowly and molds his chest to your back.

Growling out a deep, “You’re pretty confident for a virgin.”

It has the hair on the back of your neck rising and pussy tingling with awareness. Fluttering around nothing as if already imagining him taking your virginity for himself.

“H-how did you know?” You stutter out as his claws dig into your wide hips, dragging you further back into his growing erection.

You stay deathly still as he nuzzles into your neck, taking a long and very loud whiff of your neck. A deep rumble rolling through his chest, very pleased with what he smells. You can feel him growing harder against you and you gush with arousal, quickly soaking your panties through.

“Can smell it,” he rasps and you shiver at that.

He offers to take you back to his place where he can make your first time good and fuck you as hard as possible. Promising you’ll get so much dick you don’t know what to do with it. So of course you agree and it’s better than you can even imagine.

The Werewolf can’t stop lapping up your sweet slick, his wide tongue hitting everywhere you need. When you’re ready for him he takes it nice and slow, a rough snarl leaving him as he feels your hymen give away to his force. He works you down on his massive cock in small strokes, sinking another inch with each rock of his hips.

He waits with the strength of a hundred men for you to adjust to size. But once you do he is absolutely slamming his cock deep inside your depths, making sure your cunt will be molded to the shape of him by the end of the night.

As you get closer to the edge you start to feel a heavy weight slap against you as your hips meet his. It pushes insistently at your entrance, just begging to be let inside.

“What—ah fuck!— what is that?” You ask, mind lost in endless pleasure.

The Werewolf looks borderline feral above you, his jaw snapping wildly at the air as drool dribbles from his maw. He uses his hold on your hips to slam you down even hard on his length and that’s when you start to feel it sinking inside you, making his tip smash against your cervix during each thrust.

“What do you think it is, pretty? It’s my knot. And you’re gonna take it like a good breeding bitch, yeah?”

You can only mewl in response, pleasure bursting from his words, and making your head spin. Your body begins to shake beneath him and with only a couple more thrusts he has you coming hard all over his cock. He lets out a long howl, his knot swelling up inside of you before he’s releasing spurt after spurt of cum. Grinding his cock as far in as it can go so that his hot semen splashes against your womb.

The two of you wait in a mess of limbs, his knot plugging you up so perfectly. Making sure his cum takes. When it finally goes back down he slips out of you, watching with a deep satisfaction as his cum drips from your entrance. He chuckles at the sight and gives your thick thigh an affectionate pat.

“Ready to go again?”

Your eyes widen, sweating you must’ve heard him wrong. You could barely feel your legs. They were shaking so badly. There’s no way you could go again so soon. You were already gonna be so insanely sore.

“You want to go again?”

Luckily the Werewolf chuckles and shakes his head. You start to sigh in relief but something in his eyes has it trailing off into a slight gasp. He rolls his tongue over his teeth, his expression curling into a smirk. With a jut of his chin he signals toward the door.

A/N: I loved this idea! This reads like a bad porno but at the same time I'm completely obsessed. Enjoy!

WPD (Werewolf Police Department)

Werewolves x fem!reader || free use, sharing is caring, oral sex, double penetration (also triple), anal sex, knotting, (mentioned) daddy kink, (very light) degradation

You didn’t even know you had it in you. You forgot it in your bag when you were paying, it wasn’t even on purpose. You even paid everything else before going away, for goddess’ sake. But it was enough to send the fucking manager into an angry fit and calling the cops on you. Fucking unicorns, always so mighty and stupid that they had to feel better than anyone. The jackass was even smirking when the werewolf officer appeared to take you to the police department.

Lucky for you, the werewolf police officer was much more understanding, even chuckling when you told him the story. But he also told you that you should hang around the police department for a few more hours so the unicorn wouldn’t give you (or him) any more troubles.

That’s how you found yourself eating cake at somebody’s retirement party. A bunch of werewolves neatly dressed in uniform and very, very friendly. And the werewolf retiring? Good Goddess, he was made of your best daddy’s fantasies, his voice a bit growly and his eyes way too captivating.

A/N: It’s not the first time I think about this concept, ngl. I’ve read a few good fanfics with this trope and it’s always so fucking hot… Anyway, enjoy!

Chipmunk cheeks

Werewolf x fem!reader || (accidental) cockwarming, oral sex, knotting, dub-con, free use (kinda?), (light) praise kink, (light) dirty talk

Sucking your werewolf boyfriend off is one of your favorite activities. The fact that you can bring a big werewolf to his knees just with your mouth gives you such a power high that you do it every time you can. Which is why you should have been expecting what happened.

“Fuck, fuck, baby I’m gonna… Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” You don’t have time to pull back before you feel his knot expanding inside your mouth to the point of near pain.

You’re pretty sure he can feel your teeth against his knot, but that only seems to make him come harder. You swallow frantically around it, making him moan and spill more of his seed. You glare at him, and he smiles, his face flushed and embarrassed, but his dick so hard in your mouth that you can feel every twitch.

You think he’s about to apologize as you glare up at him, but instead of that, he says: "I know this isn't what you want to hear right now honey, but you look super cute with the whole chipmunk cheeks thing going on," he jokes and you feel another shoot of come down your throat, making both of you moan.

You want to be mad, you want to be angry at him, you’re even tempted to close your jaw a little to make him feel more of your teeth. Except the whole situation is oddly… arousing. The fact that you can’t move, the fact that he’s buried in your mouth without being able to move and you’re just there… taking it all as a good little whore for him.

content: female reader, NSFW

Alien partner has no idea how humans work, especially when it comes to mating. He's been wondering about it for the longest time, or rather - perhaps a better approximation - ever since he met you. He didn't expect your immediate willingness to satisfy his curiosity, however, and now he finds himself standing above your naked form, sliding his long, knotted digits in and out of what seems to be your genitals. Hopefully.

While he is beyond enticed by all the new sensations, such as the sight of your flushed face and the peculiar soft whimpers rolling out of your mouth with each thrust, he is also equally petrified. Every time you squint your eyes in pleasure, he turns and scrolls through his little digital notebook, scanning the paragraphs in sheer panic. He's been following an online tutorial he found on copulation among the Homo sapiens. He can't possibly confess his utter lack of knowledge to you, so the learning process must be done discreetly.

Suddenly, your thighs squeeze themselves together and he nearly chokes out in fear. Good Cosmic Lord, did he somehow mess up? Was there a wrong button to be pressed? As your inner muscles contract against his fingers, he can only watch, speechless and nervous, with beads of cold sweat coating his otherworldly features. His frantic academic search eventually lands him on one particular line.

Ah. You were just coming. He sighs deeply and admires the clear liquid now adorning his claws.

"Are you alright? You seem kind of pale," you question between shaky breaths.

"Most certainly," the creature reassures you, reaching for your hips and dragging you to his groin. "Do you think you can handle a second round?"

After all, he didn't have the chance to properly enjoy himself. This time his focus will be entirely on you. Don't worry, he's figured it out...more or less.

...

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!

Cupid (monster) x fem!witch reader || sex pollen, (light) dub con, breeding, oral sex, dirty talk, praise kink

You were stupid. A bit more stupid than normal at least.

You were trying to get some new potions to work when you accidentally spilled the pink powder he gifted you specially for lust potions. The pink powder was obtained from the cupid species, they produced it on their wings and any human or monster would instantly fall into a lustful frenzy once they touched it. And that’s why it was so hard to get, they had to give it to you specifically with a very clear intent of lust...

Your cupid friend gave it to you as a birthday present, and you were supposed to drop an itty bitty quantity in each potion because every time someone used the powder, he would feel it. You promised not to use much, always controlling how many potions you’d make… But you weren’t expecting for it to slip your fingers and pretty much cover your whole body. Your skin was tingling and your brain was barely coherent when you dialed his number.

“I need your help,” you whispered against the speaker, not letting him even say hello.

His response was instantaneous: “What happened?” You could hear him batting his wings in the background, and you were sure he was already mid air coming to get you. He must have felt the powder activating.

“I- I dropped the pink powder on me,” you confessed, your breathing labored and your skin tingly.

It's a pretty sweet gig; you get paid a base fee and a bonus for every customer who uses you. All you have to do is put on the portal apparatus for the appropriate hole, and go about your day and wait for someone to take advantage of you from the other side. You can even turn off sections if you want to give one hole a rest, set limits through your account, everything.

Maybe you give it a try when you'll be home all day. You put on the panties, get everything set up, and set yourself as Available, then go about your day at home, doing chores or playing video games or watching TV. It takes a while for the first client to show up, but you get a notification and your panties vibrate, only for a slick cock to suddenly begin pressing into you.

It's so naughty, sitting on the couch alone in your house moaning and panting because someone miles away is pounding you, but it's such a thrill - even more when you can feel them cum inside you and you're left with seed dripping down your legs, and a little extra cash in your wallet.

You clean up a little, wobble your way to get a glass of water afterwards....only for another client to show up minutes later. You drink your water, bend over the kitchen counter, and let them have you, settling in for a day of intermittent poundings you can't (don't want to) stop.

But it only gets filthier as the day goes on. You go from enjoying a nice quick fuck on your couch to being doubled over the washing machine in the middle of doing laundry, desperately trying to hold yourself up, legs shaking and gut bulging over and over as someone plows you with a massive horse dildo, stretching your ass so wide it aches and rearranging your guts with every slam. You're a fucked out drooling mess, whining and squirming to find relief - but there's nothing you can do. You're at the mercy of the portal on the other side until you take the panties off on your own, and you just can't seem to convince yourself to...

Once it ramps up it doesn't seem to slow down. You end up on the floor, moaning and writhing as your ass is ruined, belly distending over and over. It lasts for what feels like hours and when they finally get their fill and pull it out, you're loose and gaping, just an exhausted heap on the laundry room floor, quivering every time you try to stand.

There's just enough of a break between users that you can stumble your way off to get another drink, almost delirious with exhaustion after maybe a dozen rounds so far. Just as you're getting your breath back, you feel another cock rubbing at your raw, stretched ass, and you consider taking he portal off......

And then you see the payment receipt for the last visitor.