Down the hatch

It was a sight to be sure, taking a moment to appreciate her now naked look.

The tanned back was slowly steadily billowing. Moaning as she shoveled spunk into her mouth. Arms growing wide capped with bulging shoulders. Each cheek of her skyward ass, straining larger. Seeing her other hand peeking out of her shivering sex, wetly ravishing it. The trunk-like legs squirming herself around the wet floor showing more and more definition.

Moving to stand in front of her whimpering cum guzzling form. Her absent hand finds his foot first, blissful eyes looking up to him.

Willing his meat to slowly block their vision, her eyes rolling up trying to follow it. His knowing smile turned wicked seeing her weakening. She brought her strengthening form up, now at a very receptive height. But John had some other perversion on his mind.

He grabbed either side of her and moved her, she squirmed in his hands. He laid her out on her back on the table. Moving around to her face with his final thoughts.

Her mouth can take my current size and all the cum I give.

Her mouth almost hearing his thoughts became receptive immediately. Slowly the head began to **** its way inside. He pulled her further up on the table, her head falling to a better alignment. Grunting as he forces more of his meat down her now bulging throat. The mix of **** and moans is like ecstasy to his ears. Now he began to work his hips, giving her a deep throated face fucking. Seeing his head distend her throat over and over.

There was clearly an audience with wet moans now echoed around him. Making the feeling only the sweeter, growing his arousal to more bestial. Rutting in her now, her moaning shakes vibrating the table. Her hands were feverishly attacking her flooded sex.

I cum. Growling at the feeling of his nuts seizing beneath him, surging her neck further. Gallon after gallon bubbled in her. Her stomach soon pushed out, looking recently pregnant. A few dribbling white lines being drawn down, up her inverted face.

He groaned, feeling the last bits but dumped into the void of her stomach, now ballooning. His hips twitching as he thinks again.

We cum.

Her body tensed all at once, flailing over his rod pinning her to the table. The churning beneath made a glorious heat as they worked again to paint the world in the only color they knew.

Now looking heavily pregnant, likely twins status, bloated. Pulling the meat from her, seeing the bulge snake back out of her neck. A sickly wet popping as the head finally was released.

Finally able to moan in earnest, a long and deep moan shaking her. Her hand rubbing her newly battered stomach lovingly.

Drunk on his own hormones, his balls having been blasting his own system. He was a beast possessed. He was already surging as his eyes found the pathetically small form of the blonde, who had been desperately tweaking her now bare nipples. Her hips gyrating quickly on her own hand. They still remained untouched, having been steeped in his intoxication. She saw her weakly moaning as she watched him work. Only picking up their fervor as she saw his eyes fall on her.

A few large steps and now 10 feet dominated her sight. Muscle was her only sight. Even the surging manhood, pumped up, almost flexing. Here was a 5’6” women on her ass looking up over 7 feet to his face.

“Hey…”, he said with a grin, barely able to see her now this close.

She whimpered.