Holly Cameltoe: Hope ya aren't tired! I have a little request of ya~

Ami Mallette: Oh? By all means! <3

Holly Cameltoe lets out a low little growl of delight at the sight of that fat assed fuck slut, fingers already toying with the now painfully tight bindings that is her shorts."Well ya see, my hands just dont seem to cut it at the moment...~" After a few seconds of fumbling, she ops her fly open and lets the massive slab of fuck meat that is her dick flop free of it's sheath, dribbling some viscous, translucent sludge against the floor in an ever growing pile like puddle. Her length is swollen, every passing second bringing a new few inches of girth as blood courses through. At it's thickest, it's fatter than the average woman's thigh, warted with a crisscrossing series of finger thick veins and absolutely thrumming with some eager anticipation. It smells like rut, like some insatiable heard of stags burning with virility and breeding potential. The spicy aroma is only subdued by the raw stench of pine and forest, mingling slightly with a hint of sweat to form an exhilarating cloud that clogs the air completely. Stray inhales completely floods the mind with that insipid stench, drowning out any sort of shame or inhibition with the utter, instinctual desire to copulate and breed, to pass on genetic code and to receive such a sacred gift in the depths of one's inner sanctum. A hand moves down to grasp against that mighty breeding tool, clenching down so that flesh wrinkles and caves in around furred digits before slowly easing forward with a tender pump, dredging up some fat glob of pre spunk that audibly splatters against the ground once it finally disengages from the winking jizz slit. "So I thought, 'Hey! Why dont I get this cock starved fuck meat to help me out?' You wont mind, will ya?~"

 Ami Mallette was excited attention all the way through her struggle with her pants, the little prostitute on his hands and knees already while he practically squirmed in anticipation. "Oh, I had a feeling they wouldn't. They never a- a... aahaaarre..." His mouth hangs open as she finally flops herself free, the first whiff of her virile, fuck-infused phallus burning through his nose and almost immediately frying his cock-starved brain. He drools over the mere image of that massive, veiny prick bearing down before his face, his eyes widened at first and then slowly relaxing as the wonderful, mind-blowing stench of that powerful, virile member worked its magic on his thoughts and his desires. His eyelids flutter with each sound of her pre spattering against the floor, his tongue already sliding out, the pink little triangle of muscle curling in the air like he was trying to catch the stray drops, even if he was nowhere near close enough for that to even work. His chest was heaving, his little cock under his torn skirt standing up stiff and throbbing between his thighs, and he finally manages to squeak out in a hoarse, needy voice, "...Oh god I need this." He lunged forward, both sets of slender digits wrapping gently about her shaft, his lips struggling to wrap themselves around her thick, throbbing crown while moans reverberated through her pillar directly into her loins.

 Holly Cameltoe: A sneer darts across her muzzle at that adorable reaction, scarlet red eyes flickering with delight while her spare hand reaches out to grasp into his milky white hair. "Oh? What's this now?~" Her other hand keeps locked on her shaft, pumping that slimy vein of oozing lust while he suckles on it, occasionally brushing downy fur against his own slender digits. His efforts are rewarded with heavier slugs of her arousal, the almost lead like weight of that salty, pungent delight flooding his maw and bloating cheeks around every pint sized dollop. It's like some sort of gel, so thick that even his wagging tongue or sopping wet mouth cant break it apart, already spreading through every nook and cranny of his maw and rinsing his gums with her presence. "I saw your little game in the room... Didn't go down nearly as quickly for him~" He can feel her throbbing, the steady, convulsing pulsations that seem to smack about within his confines. It's like some sort of heart, clenching in on itself before hammering back out with enough force to visibly bloat itself, never mind the lumps formed whenever the next steaming treat works through.  He can feel the smoothness contrasted by those veins, every scarlet plain broken up by some odd hill of engorging meat hammering away at it's own staccato pace. He probably couldn't see around that indomitable thickness, but her heavy nuts swing heavy in a furred sack, the fist swallowing spheres almost audibly churning for the next chance to pump out more of their burden. "If you're gonna be a cum guzzling whore, shouldn't you at least be consistent?~"

 Ami Mallette is in heaven, that thick, slimy prenut making damned sure that he was going to be tasting nothing but the substance of life for a week after he was done servicing her cock like the hungry little slut he was. But even he had his limits, and soon he had to pull his head back to gasp for breath, her precum slowly sliding down over his lips and over the center of his chin in a glossy, gelid wave, while his unfocused eyes stared off into her stomach and his steaming breath panted through the thick layer of sludge still sticking to the inner walls of his cock-addicted mouth. "...Well.." he finally responds, gulping down one of the last helpings still left in his mouth, his lips and chin a visible mess already. "...He was just a human." His eyes refocus, just enough to offer her a look of pure, fetishistic arousal and need, his tongue toying with her dilating piss-slit and gliding through the thick globs of prespunk sliding out of her cock and down her length like clear, aromatic slugs. "...Maybe if he wasn't, he'd get... well..." He giggles quietly, his mouth opened up wide again for a quiet gasp of anticipation, and he twists his head while he goes down on her cock, forcing another couple of inches of her fat shaft up into his warm, wet, nut-coated maw for loud, lewd slurps and suckles at her throbbing, flaring flesh. His lips pouted out over her girth, as far as her size would allow, his cheeks caved in sharply to practically touch the sides of her crown while he dragged his distending, lipstick-coated cockpillows back and forth along her length. He stared up at her, eyes wide and hungry, while his hands held onto the base of her cock, then her thighs, then... her balls, fondling them adoringly, all while he dined on the thick, salty blobs issuing forth from her gifted bitchbreaker.

 Holly Cameltoe grins softly, not waiting for him to finish speaking before smearing fuck staff against his face. The searing meat must weigh at least a few pounds on it's own, and with her so crudely smacking and pressing it about his visage, there's sure to be a few more pounds of force behind each little wag. "Ahh, I get it~" When that gaze finds her, she holds her shaft steady for him, allowing the poor jizz addict ample space and time to get his tonsils inspected once again by her probing crown, her hand moving from that dick once he gets it settled in his mouth in order to grope and knead a fuzzy breast. "You're a depraved little faggot that gets off on animals abusing his holes~" It doesn't take long for that technique to get a little rumble of delight out of her, her cock starting to twitch and spasm in delight from the renewed stimulation. Pre is actually shot out now, her shaft flexing around every mighty liquid missile slung into the back of his throat, beating against the seal of his cheeks against her. "Glad to see you know your betters then, jizz mop~" The touch on her nuts reveals just how beastly they are. While the rest of her (barring the portion occupying his maw) is soft and almost yielding to his touch, her scrotal flesh is made of some unkempt, almost prickly amount of hairs and hide, housing the tensed tankards that feed him now. They rest like boulders within his palms, and every little clench and squeeze causes them to hike and tense even more. The heat pouring off of them is almost scalding, and even now he can feel them constantly brewing up some ungodly, masculine venom, every shift of the liquid current causing yet another subtle twitch to befall them. She thrusts towards him with every bob of his head, smearing her shaft down with the paint on his lips and forcing his jaw wider with every passing second, desperately trying to push more of herself inside. "Now hurry up and throat me. I think I wanna give your gift to ya soon...~"

 Ami Mallette clearly was enjoying every smack of her cock against his face, even if his face flinched, hard, against every hit. Even if he was a little concerned she was going to cause bruising with that thing if she wasn't careful. That enjoyment and excitement, however, paled in comparison to the look of pure, lustful satisfaction on his face while he sucked on that thick, throbbing, productive cock while she spoke such horrible, sexy words down to him. The little whore shivered in place, his head stuck on her prick, his tongue trying to wiggle its tiny pink length out between lip and undervein as he took to hsi new task with gusto. He gurgled on each spurt of pre shot straight into his throat, coughing on occasion while thick, slimy wads of the stuff spattered through his nostrils onto his upper lip. His hands continued to fondle and caress her beastly balls, before they disappeared to grasp at her waist firmly, trying to use her for a brace to help him practically shove himself down over her jaw-spreading fuckpillar. His throat's entrance was tight. It was almost too tight. Tears streamed down his face each time she prodded against that entrance and forced another hard, retching gag through his throat directly into her cock. His mascara ran down his cheeks as a counter to the thick, hardening blanket of pre coating his chin, and the thin, red blanket of lipstick that smeared across her ridiculously large and powerful cock, and his eyes screwed up to go with the intense grimace of effort and discomfort that cascaded across his face with that final, retching shove of his head down her length, forcing her crown in past his clamped, spasming, tight throat entrance and into the constant, swallowing grasp of his throat itself. His neck bulged obscenely with every inch of her cock that traveled down into the wet, warm, milking depths, while he shivered and shook against a gag reflex that refused to go away, caused by a cock so big his jaw was beginning to ache just from trying to accommodate it!

 Holly Cameltoe continues to thrust inside of him, teeth bared in something resembling a pleasure drunk grin while scarlet red eyes gleam with delight. Her movements become crazed and feral, no longer caring for the state of the cock sleeve below. She nearly drags out of him despite his best efforts, only to slam down till the slowly inflating bulb of her knot hammers against his lips and chin, bulging his throat out and tickling his stomach with her crown. There's no way she'd actually fit the increasingly melon sized lump past his face though, and with the few inches it adds to her thanks to it's size, it's a wonder that she isn't already fucking his stomach already. But non the less, that reindeer is relentlessly showing him just what an animal is capable of. His teeth are scraped by the dense hide of that meaty gut churner, his stomach acid quelled by the tide of her pre. Hooves clatter and stamp as she decreases the distance between them, and with an unlady like bray, she finally reaches her climax, the fetid stench of muggy womanhood flooding the air moments before his insides are sundered by jizz. Her balls hike.. no, heave themselves against her, tightening, coiling, becoming so primed so ready for climax that scrotal hide actually wrinkles slightly, basted from behind by her ravenous womanhood.

Hideous gurgles and churning sloshes sound out, the incessant flailing of that fuck hose only causing the sound of squelching flesh against flesh to accompany them as she seeds his stomach. Every visceral detail can be heard, the strain of liquid, if it could even be called a liquid, weight straining against already iron hard skin, her jizz slit flaring out even wider around the first fist sized dollop that manages to breach it, the almost tangible elasticity of that overly dense wad as it tries to break free from the bonds of it's main body in order to splatter within him, the muscles flexing, rippling, shuddering to push out a steaming stream of love, and the splash of some near solid against his stomach acid, piling up like soft serve as even that first burst fills him up to a strained capacity. It only gets worse as slug after gut wrenching slug is loosed inside, her nuts so efficiently pumping up and out into her that she can feel them growing lighter with every weighted round of love that barrels inside. It's so fucking sticky, unable to be broken apart by even the broiling depths of his gut, simply settling within him, even clinging to the cock that shot it out as more and more floods inside, every internal pore sealed, every bastion of air forced out as layer after cement like layer floods him, bloats him, imbues his skull with her unyielding presence. It's so [hot, like live coals transformed into whatever state of matter that substance can be classified as are being injected into him, flesh sizzling, steam rising not only from her nuts, but also from his neck, and out of his nose as it barrels through his skull. If it weren't for the fact that it were so goddamn thorough in it's attempts to fill his every recess, it'd probably find a way to boil in on itself, bubbling up like some still fiery cauldron of tar. Reeking is the only way to describe that smell, something that's probably deadly to the mere human cum trough. Not because of what might make it up, or by what it smells like, but simply because the raw, untamed concentration would fry any mortal brain the instant it tried to process it. Like men, thousands, no millions of them were wrung dry of their essence, indiscriminate of race, indiscriminate of age, only selecting them by potency, virility making sure that only the most densely packed, cultivated loads were gathered billions of times over just to create enough to boil down into what's being pumped into him right now. This lasts for what is nearly fifteen minutes. Nothing but her, pumping weakly into him, doped up on her own pleasure and pumping him fuller and fuller, marking his insides with that unruly presence.

 Ami Mallette was just lucky that her inability to properly knot his face allowed so much of that rancid, potent spunk to spill back out between his lips and her cock to dribble and float along the surface of the balls framing his sucked-in cheeks. He had fought a good fight, struggling to at least remain relevant while she turned his face into pounded, puffy fuckmeat, but by the time she had begun flooding his stomach with her foul, chunky cocksnot, his eyes had rolled up under his eyelids and his limbs had fallen lax, his body little more than an easily-manipulated fucksock tugged back and forth by her hands over her vascular, flaring length. His body twitched underneath her as the viscous ballslime flooded and soaked into every last nook within his distending stomach, his pretty face a horrid mess of smeared, spattered makeup mixed in with deep throat slime and her own pre that had come spattering out through his nostrils every time he'd coughed and retched on her throatbuster. The coughing and retching was no longer happening, but with how much of her breeding tar was filling his body, his face was still getting worse treatment. It drooled out of his nose, sputtered with every pop of her fist-sized loads smashing into his spunk-flooded stomach, while more of it bubbled out onto her balls and down over his chin to soak into his top and coat his stomach. Fifteen minutes of this. Fifteen minutes of her entire length buried down so deeply into his body his chin was nestled between her massive nuts and his nose was mere inches away from being able to huff at her musky pubes, if he was still able to breathe. It was going to be an absolute miracle if he managed to survive this, assuming his stomach (already bloated like he was nine months pregnant) didn't explode or his lungs didn't flood with the backsplash of the spunky ooze being regurgitated back up to coat the entire front of his body and her legs with what already cemented the walls of his stomach. Eventually, another way to let the cum back out opens up - cum begins seeping from his ass, pushing, first, the weaker spunk of a human out from his well-used asshole, before the thick avalanche of her uniquely, hyperpotent orgasm begins pooling in the floor underneath him. The poor boy was too small, he couldn't hold all the gallons upon gallons being pumped into his slutty little form!

 Holly Cameltoe lets out a shuddering little sigh as she finishes coaxing out the last of those dredges, pulling out just enough to grasp against her shaft, pushing the last few wads out from her and into him before finally pulling up completely. Not that that does much to separate them. Like some gooey strand of mozzarella, a thick, barely parted strand of jizm connects to the bubbling expanse dumped into his body and the head of that fat fag fucker that pumped it inside, hanging low and near breaking due to gravity's influence, though never really managing more than bowing downwards a few inches. She has to physically pinch it loose, staining her other palm with the stuff before tossing it over her jizz rag with a satisfied sigh. "Haaaah, that hit the spot...~" She moves over to him, grabbing his head and wiping the remnants of that load off into his hair before dragging him back towards the room, readjusting her skirt along the way. "I'll be lookin for your throat again, bitch meat. For now, get your ass back in there and show em what a little whore you are~"