A fine addition to my erection!

Trucy gagged on Desire’s cock with every gut-shifting throb, even her ragged breathing stimulating both of them. Desire leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. Her cock flexed instinctively, and Trucy’s spine arched with it, lifting her entirely off of the bed. The gobbo gurgled around the base of the fiend’s dick, only lubricating it more, which allowed her to slide a final inch down it’s length.

The puny green-skin retched with the new depth her partner had reached, Desire’s cockhead pushing the flesh of her asshole slightly outward.

“Guk- h-guh!” Trucy gargled through her mouthful of shaft. Desire’s eyes flickered open, seemingly just remembering her skewered friend wrapped around her. She returned her attention back to the wiggling goblin.

“Right, you’re going to want a release soon, aren’t you?” Trucy vibrated her cock with an affirmative mumble, giving Desire a little more stimulation. “Ooooohhh, yes. You’ll get it soon. Don’t you worry!”

The crimson fiend reached down to Trucy’s waist and with ease hoisted her upright - or rather, upside down. Trucy almost came from the sudden disorientation and the hot fingers callously pressing her lower belly against Desire’s dickhead. With a grunt, Desire slid her hands down Trucy’s belly to rest just under (over?) her flopping tits, then returned her grip around Trucy’s waist and began to rub the length of her body the same way repeatedly.

Trucy’s world was rocking, she felt every inch of Desire’s massive meatstick inside her, and felt it again against each stroke from her groin to her chest. Her chubby little arms and legs flailed in the air, and her muffled ‘glucks’ and ‘hurks’ were ignore by the fiend, who only seemed to pick up speed.

Within moments, Desire’s dangling balls slapped against Trucy’s small forehead as she manhandled the goblin as though she were an extension of her own penis. As she thrust all the way to Trucy’s pelvis with each stroke, Trucy’s body began to change. First, her short arms and legs went limp and numb, though that wasn’t unusual for the playthings of fiends, but next they began to retreat into the goblin’s very flesh. Soon, Trucy was left limbless, an Onahole of fiendish design, as merely a head upon a well endowed fatty torso.