	A sharp hiss of static tears your attention to your office's doorway. A large yellow mass fills your vision, a liquid dripping from it. "Heyya mistah guard, wanna piece of my drumstick~?"
	Silence hangs heavy in the air...did she really just ask that? Better yet, why is that-THAT MASS-attached to her now!? A quick prodding interrupts those thoughts however, surprisingly warm flesh presses up against your lips, spreading that clear liquid across them. "If you're jus' gonna sit there I can get started without your help." 
	Glancing up you can spot Chica's face, there's a blush on her cheeks growing redder by the second, and a crazed, desperate look looms in her eyes. But then the musk finally hits you, a heavy needy scent flowing from her cock, there's no doubt you're sharing that same blush she has on your own face now. You swallow your own saliva to wet your now dry throat, to put yourself at ease. And then open your mouth for her girth. "Ah knew you'd come around sweet-cheeks!"
	Pistons and machinery whir as Chica moves closer, her hands coming up to your head, while one slowly pushes the back of your head forward the other rests atop your head, slowly stroking your hair. Those few centimeters between your pre-smeared lips and Chica's length are slowly diminishing, Chica content to tease now that you've given your consent, after all it's only fair to show you what you'll be working with. And what a cock it is, you can see veins running all along it, foreskin hugging close to the head which in turn is bright red with pent-up sexual rage. Her entire length is almost shimmering with her pre now, her cock over-producing it, and beneath that huge mass is a sack to back it all up. Her sack is easily the size of both of your fists and from the glimpses of it you can see, it's coated with the softest of feathers, a distant part of your mind fantasizing about just how strong the musk from that soft, warm place would be. 
	"My my~, ah can see ya ogling me y'know?" Chica's interruption draws you out of your reverie, and makes the blush already on your face grow even darker. She had been watching you that entire time, she hadn't even moved at all. That same cock you were hungering over had completely stalled again, the smallest bit of its head hovering at the threshold of your mouth. Happy that she had your attention where she wanted it again, Chica shoves the head in.
	Her phimosis gets caught on your lips for a second, before being pulled back as Chica feeds you the rest of her meat. Sliding further and further into your mouth your tongue gets a continuous stream of that pre. "Aaahh, tha's the stuuuff~." The hand at the back of your head grows forceful as more of Chica violates your mouth. It tastes like a salt lick, but tasting it just makes you desperate for more of her pre, your mind devolving into a circle of sexual desires. Soon enough you can feel Chica's invasion reach the back of your mouth, your throat constricting on instinct.
	"Mm, c'mon jus' lemme in!" Before you can do anything Chica pulls all the way, before slamming home. Those soft balls you were dreaming of earlier slam into your chin, and your nose gets ground into her pelvis. Thankfully all the pre lubed up your throat for that slam-jam, you can feel Chica's bulbous head lodged deep into your throat. Something else is happening thanks to that pre, even all the lube in the world wouldn't make what Chica did any less painful but you find yourself numb, numb and aroused. Of your own volition you find your hands moving up to cup Chica's cheeks, holding her close so she can't pull out. 
	"Knew ya'd come around~!"  Stroking your head, Chica overpowers your grip and slowly slides out, before slamming back into you. That soft feather covered ballsack comes swinging back up to smack you again, as Chica tries to shove more of herself into you. You can hear whirring and clicking as Chica pulls right back out, before sliding home again. Her cock now completely soaked in your saliva now, mixing with her pre as she ravages your throat. "Ph-phew, you sure can work me up!" 
	Even though she's barely begun, Chica's thrusts pick up, and it begins to feel like that fluffy sack is growing as it slaps up against you. Your minds just a fuzz at this point, and Chica seems intent to keep you that way, her pelvis' impacts on your face becoming a perverse rendition of someone pecking their lover's face with kisses. "H-here it comes lovah!"
	She slams home one last time, smashing your nose deeply into the feather tuft above her cock, and her now huge sack growing taut up against your chin. With how close it is you can not only feel it but almost hear the cum being pumped from her balls all the way to her cockhead embedded into your throat. Each shot from her length rockets down your throat straight into your stomach, depriving you of the taste. The amount is incredible, it feels as though you've been sat there for an hour as she fires off, Chica content to give off static-filtered pants and whimpers. As the ejaculate continues to settle in your throat, you feel her cock begin to slow down, shrinking as it still fires into you. Before it shrinks enough to exit your throat the emissions cease, some small drops of salty sperm being left on your tongue as Chica pulls out.
	Your belly's gravid at this point, and your face is a mess of sweat and pre. You can feel how wet your pants have become, during the entire time you hadn't gotten off once, your hands still stuck to Chica's rear. A mixture of Chica's sweat and her intoxicating musk continue to float on the air and remain stuck on your nose. And now that it's over you can feel soreness overtake your body, specifically your throat. "W-whew...ya wanna cuddle?"