#tamoomoo

I've been getting a lot of questions about my personal mobility equipment as of late. I appreciate everybody's interest, but I will not be answering questions about blueprints. I can't trust that someone might try to patent my design and mass market my genius.

And I'm not sure what you mean by "tennis" balls. My pedes are equipped with the finest prickleballz this side of Mudos. Prickleball was a popular sport back at sliggie boot camp. It's played by two sligs using batons to hit a ball between them. The prickleball you see on TV these days is all rigged by mafia gambling rings. Inauthentic, fake entertainment used to keep fanatics pointing and clapping. Pure distraction for kibitzers. Believe it, all the Jig Jock Sligs are taking performance enhancing drugs.

Sloppily making out with the bull coring her insides out, drooling into their mouth and letting her eyes blissfully rolled back.

"The question isn't really quality, first off. They're both curve-bloated sowsluts built for Elidick, and they're such good girls now that they've learned that fact.~ They love making their hu~bby **cum**, after all."

It is said that the only thing that is louder than the feral slamnoises of Bazett, Castoria, and Kagetora breeding their respective harems... Is the arguing of Tamamo Bathory and Nero Bathory as they give their slamhung hubby a dual-titfuck. Arguing who deserves to make him BLOW harder, BLOW faster, and BLOW all over them with his greasy loads.

Unfortunately, 'Daddy' typically cums all over his bitchbridee before the argument concludes, and thus a winner has never been elected... And twerkclapping differs, in that regard. For, in that battle of stamina, there is a winner.

WHAPWHAPWHAPCLAPWHOPWHOPSMACKSMACKSMACKCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPPPP!!!

Tamamo is EXCELLENT at the craft of assclapping, assuming a perfect squat at all times when ordered to make it wobble. As her rear jiggles and bobbles about, that fox tail swaying as she gyrates her ass in Eli-chan's dressing room... Coated in a thick sheen of sweat, it's alluring, isn't it? Total fucking beat-off fuel for Eli-chan, the ONLY man she's let herself be married to... But it doesn't last forever. She only lasts an hour straight before needing to pause and take a break, chugging a water bottle as she huffs and puffs... But.

WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMCLAPCLAPCLAPSMACKJIGGLECLAPWHAPWHOMPWHOMPWHOMP!!!

NERO does not relent. A 'master' of a performer, blessed with Invictus Spiritus and higher Endurance than her rival, she is able to tear her dress's bottom off and expose her huge bubblebutt to her husband. She then gets on her knees, then on her hands... And Throws. It. The. Fuck. Back.

The brutish, imperial claptwerking is the peak of lust, just like Tamamo's, but Nero can last for HOURS, if not likely days. So no matter the measure... She outpaces.

"Why the fuck have we not done anything in like 4 weeks? Where the fuck's the new meat? I've been dumping loads in Tammy for like MONTHS!"

"GLORGKGGG.... GwwwurRRRRRGGGLLLLEEEE...."

It appears Tamamo can't comment on this, because she's currently heaving up Elizabeth's fat, heavy, greasy loads.

That turgid, greasy homunculus cockpole... My, it certainly is something. Every thick throb just accentuates the proportions even more, in such a brutally lustful way... It's like this prim, proper swordswoman can't even resist her base desires as a servantfucking imbecile...~

Tamamo does love those that resist themselves... Maybe she'll let one, just one, person skip the line in the brothel... Just this once.~

"C-Caster Fox-san? Why are you looking at me like-"

The ninth tail does not quite participate in the activities of the brothel. One may only reach her beautous, glamorous heights if they accomplish... certain tasks.

One of which is getting a recommendation from a Lesser Tail. You must astound, impress, satisfy, and indulge themselves in the woman's obscene curvature, to the point that she personally informs Tamamo of your existence, to even begin courting this obscene mofuslut and her titanic fuwacurves.

If you want Tamamo, you must woo her, win her, and survive her.

She was a courtesan, after all.

"Where the FUCK is Kama? I swear to fucking god if she's STILL trying to get Geronimo to fuck her, I'll just pin him down and ride him myself!"

Tamamo's tits slosh as she presses her fingers to her temples in annoyance... Her heavy udders bouncing and rippling as she shakes her head from side to side in thought.

"And her replacement isn't doing nearly as good of a job!"

"HURRY UP AND BLOW YOUR FUCKIN' LOAD BEFORE I TURN YOUR ARMS INTO PAPER!"

The rippling claps of her foxcheeks sending shockwaves of meat RIPPLING across them. She's been walking in front of her special bull for several minutes, but only started adding that hipsway a few seconds prior...

"Oh my, what's wrooong?~"

She coos, turning her head to face them. The hull of her enormous chest, cleavage packed with sweat, is visible just from that slight turn...