I... Want More~ [WM]

Triss hadn’t even noticed at first. The way Whitney's cock felt inside her made it impossible to not roll her hips against it. Again and again, until she was bouncing up and down at the pace of a mere whore. To be honest, she looked a lot like a sex toy, small, soft, and ****. A perfectly small cunt with a fitting ass and soft boobs. To Whitney, she might as well have been the perfect little plaything for tonight, and Triss would love every single second of it. She was already a moaning mess.

Triss was still rutting on as Whitney grew, slowly losing her focus on grinding as she slowly slid upwards on Whitney's dick. The tip was always in her womb though... her cock was just getting larger. Stretching her even further... as if her cunt wasn’t already tight enough. She looked up and noticed the sounds Whitney's clothes were making. The couch creaked and her pussy just kept sliding upwards until there was only the tip of Whiney's cock left inside of her cunt. Obviously, her cock wasn’t inside at this point, yet her tip was so wide she couldn’t push the cock beneath her any further without **** from someone else other than herself.

Whitney was such a large being, tiny little Triss had never seen something so overwhelming before. The way her mouth watered at the sight, the larger and more sensitive tits, the way she was looked down upon while Whitney's tip was deep inside her. It made her feel so **** yet so good. She wanted more, she wanted to chase this feeling. Even if was slightly degrading, it felt so so good on the inside. Knowing Whitney wasn't about to do anything remotely innocent to her, the way she stared while her teeth almost punctured her lips. It made Triss bite her lips, experimentally rolling her hips against Whitney's dick.

"Come on Mommy~ Fuck me then~" She teased, her eyes staring upwards at the futanari looming over her. Triss's eyes filled with lust and desire. She didn’t care what hellfire Whitney had the ability to unleash on her... she wanted it all, she wanted Whitney and only Whitney, she wanted Whitney to be her purpose. She whimpered softly, rolling her hips experimentally against the tip of Whitney's large cock and feeling how her precum slowly **** its way inside her. She wanted more of this, she wanted this being to **** her cock inside her. Impregnate her like she was a mere doll. She wanted to be used, the expression on her face was begging for it.