𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌

Your fingers tangled in the silky sheets beneath your palms and your legs trembled. Oh, how strong your urge was to close them, but you simply couldn't. Colossal hands parted your thighs wide and enormous fingers with sharp nails pressed into your skin, drawing blood. After all, is there true pleasure without pain? A long, wet, inhumanly warm tongue plunged into your overstimulated cunt, teasingly touching your cervix with deep strokes of muscle as if trying to slip past it and open you up to nestle comfortably inside your womb. It hurt every time his tongue opened your poor little hole slightly, forcing it to let him in. You do so, at his mercy, obeying as the good human pet you are. The immense muscle swings around your abused hole, occasionally bumping into your swollen clitoris and making you jump and grind against the sharp row of teeth. You chase that slightest pressure of pain on your sensitive outer lips to ease your suffering from being overstimulated.