Oh hell no...

Knowing what’s best for yourself and your new cumdump, you pull yourself together.

Letting go of her pigtails, you lower your arms to her thin waist and pull her up, and moan in both lust and disapproval as your dick slides out of the hole your were just drilling.

You rest her down on your waist, your throbbing cock hitting your victim in the back of the head with every heart beat, eager to find sanctuary in feminine flesh. Naturally, she leans forward and downward, and grabs at your tits, yearning to discover what she’ll soon possess.

You let her do so, both because it turns you on like no other, but also because you were busy sticking two of your fingers in her covered crotch, working at the seams in her jeans, weakened from her flower’s lubrication.

“Oh god girl, you’re so wet for me. Did you enjoy mommy’s cock sweetie?” You purr, emphasizing your words by agitating her pussy, “are you ready for mommy’s cock? Are you ready to be filled up to the brink of orgasmic explosion?”

She was too busy sucking your tits and twisting your nipples, but the hitch in her crotch and the fresh juices gushing out gave you all the proof you needed.

Making sure those pillowy lips and experienced fingers never left your tits, you lifted your new best friend, and arched your hips inward...

That got her attention.

The sleeve looks down and silently gasps. Suspended in the air precariously sitting on a rod that has tripled in size, only her jeans are preventing successful penetration.

You give her a Cheshire smile. “Drill baby drill.”

And shove her down.

SSHHRRIIIIIIPPP!!!!!

Your dick makes mincemeat of her jeans, her panties, her virginity, her petals, her cervix, everything is split in two as your bloated fuckstick drills for her womb.

Pain and pleasure fight for dominance in your sleeves eyes, while you simply ride to wave of tightness.

And then your dick strikes oil: the womb is reached.

And she’s only half way down.

She really was a small thing.

Thank God for your precum.

Breaking down her barriers really got your engine running, judging by how much pre you’re inadvertently pumping into her.

You marvel as her body starts growing in all directions, pushing and straining her clothes to the limit.

So much like a sexy balloon.

You marvel as you hands slowly sink into those rapidly expanding ass painted jeans, moaning at the fraying fabric trying to match out the growth.

“Oh god!” You groan to your swelling sleeve, “deeper!! Deeper!! DEEPER!!!”

And she gladly abides, as if she had a choice. For with each inch she grows, which each gush of pre rushing to fill up her buns, with each time you slide her up your towering dick, gravity slides her down just a little bit more, and the pressure makes that snatch a little more tighter, guaranteeing a perfect seal for the cumming explosion.

All the while the little balloon’s clothes grow tighter and tighter, forming her expanding chest into an irresistible cleavage.

Each muteful breath lifts those tits a further bit out of her shirt, all the while your pre keeps them there. Her nipples blimp out, making the first two holes of the escape.

Tit flesh pushes through the gaps, ass flesh forces her crotch tear to widen, and to your sleeve’s surprise, her feet seem to be getting tighter too.

Feminine Flesh bulges out in the openings, the threads continue to fray, and your pounding grows closer and closer to your sack.

It’s paradise.

But as you continue pumping your busting balloon up enough to bust out of her busting clothes, it still doesn’t escape your notice that your own busting nuts are about to bust.

The question remains: