Blonde dessert

Too lost in the sight, the poor blonde only trembled further with each of his steps toward her. The angry flared head of his cock beaded heavily with each of its demanding throbs. His hands wrapped her small form, bringing her to rest on his steely tool.

Her hot breath and flushed face unable to form sentences, their head only shaking ‘no’. In disbelief of the turgid member now flexing under her.

John was here right now. No, his other head was leading this dance and it had only one modus operandi, splitting these legs. Feeling the sopping wet being massaged into his veiny member, he wasted no time. Lifting the poor woman up and lining up her crevice with his pole. A **** whimper from her as her fold were bullied by its enormity.

With a flex and grunt, he slid her down his tool. Watching her face work through a myriad of pain and pleasure. The magic of his previous commands clearly had an effect, as even his organ veins could be seen pumping under her skin. Her organs **** to the side, to make way for this heavenly fuck stick to wear her. Pleased growls spew from John as he works his tool in her, seeing the massive bulge push halfway up her, its head blowing up her abs. Her hands absent going to rub her stomach and the alien feeling being bloated in such a way. Running up her stomach, shocked and wide eyed as she felt his tool working her from the outside and in. Her breath catching with each stroke, he’d barely noticed her clench now unending on his tool.

John howled, feeling her tiny massaging hands pushing through her skin. His speed quickening, his muscles coming to life in a myriad of striations. Hips thrusting into her held body, the powerful slapping of hot wet flesh only growing as did John’s growls.

The churning grew in him, the heat beneath his manhood verged on searing. Never relenting his railing on his prey, his dick surged in her. Seeing her stomach bloat out even further, the artist of one color painted her. Over and over, his down stroke leaking a steady stream only to thrust and pump in her again. Even with the steady growing pool, his balls still churned further. She had fallen **** at some point, her body now only trembling incessantly bliss-’full’.

He emptied and filled his testes in her, now looking very odd. The small framed blonde rocking a bloated stomach of gallons and gallons of sloshing batter. Well passed pregnant, verging on obese if not from the rest of her trim form.

He pulled the fuck toy off him, the slick suction leaking a torrent at his removal. Setting the sloshing trembling into the corner. John’s grin growing wicked at the sight of the cum leaking from her. She’d look so pretty, if she had … more.

I cum!

His balls tense, the surge shooting and coating her head down.

I CUM

Another volley washed over her. Coating her and the corner's walls she was crumbled in. The thick layers are only building on her. Her frantic and **** breaths, breaking the otherwise solid white sheen now glistening over her.

MORE CUM!

There was nowhere he’d missed at the point. Bathing her in his juices, the magical spunk already started to withdraw into her stomach, slowly deflating as it worked.

Alex’s hand wrapping around him from behind, taking closer inspection of the living splatter art. Loving rubbing up his still bucking body from behind.

“Mmm. Now that’s hot.”, He felt her squeeze at him, in punctuation.

Her hot breath was just at his ear. Her warm breath licking down his neck, “I wonder how big she’ll get for you.”, she whispered.

He only smiled at the thought.