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Jade kneaded her fingers through the soft fur of Becquerel’s belly, idly scratching at his skin. She sat back, the dog curled up beside her. She was watching a video on her lunchtop, and not really paying attention to what she was doing. Focused entirely on the programme playing on the screen, she failed to notice as her hand drifted lower and lower.

Bec had been quiet beneath her, simply enjoying the affection that he was receiving. However, as her nimble fingers brushed over his sheath again and again, he began to pant gently.

Pulled away from her show, Jade looked down at her furred housemate with a raised eyebrow. “What’s up, Bec?” she asked, checking his face for any sign of discomfort. She suddenly became very aware of where her hand was, and a blush rose on her cheeks. It wasn’t like she’d never done anything sexual with Bec before – and she couldn’t deny that the feeling of his growing member beneath her hand made her shiver – but it had been a while.

As she looked down to see the tip of his red member poking out from the sheath, reluctance was replaced with pure arousal, and not a moment later was she laid aside him on the bed, her face close to his crotch. Bec wasn’t panting anymore, but he was watching her, presumably waiting for her to get on with it. He was impatient, but Jade didn’t mind. Reaching a hand down between her own legs, she began to gently rub herself through her clothes, readying herself for what she was about to do. Growing up on the island, things like bestiality had never necessarily been taboo for her, but she knew that it wasn’t generally considered normal.

Still, right now, with her hand between her legs, Bec’s delicious-looking prick poking out right in front of her face, and his heavy balls hanging beside, she didn’t give a shit what was considered normal.

The initial contact was a little awkward, Jade’s hand moving to gently pull back Bec’s sheath; with his cock mostly exposed, she wrapped a hand around it, examining it closer. His cock was a bright shade of green, with harmless crackles of energy occasionally running along the length, tickling Jade as they did so. The lighting in the room wasn’t very good, but she could make out the same veins and bumps she’d seen on him when they first started messing around years ago; he also seemed bigger than he had been before, but she wasn’t likely to complain about that. She let out a gentle moan, slipping her hand into her own underwear. She ran circles around her clit, leaning forward to press her lips against the side of his large dog-cock.

“Oh god, Bec, you’re so big” Jade commented, looking up at his face as she ran her tongue across the length of his prick with a giggle. Bec simply panted in response, giving a small whine. Jade smiled to herself, closing her eyes as she ran her lips along the engorged member. He tasted weird, but not offputtingly so; he always kept clean, and on the off chance that he didn’t, Jade would clean him. Any taste there was, was being overshadowed by the taste of his salty precum, which was slowly oozing out of the tip. Jade licked it all up, and then swallowed, enjoying the aftertaste. She smirked up at him, before kissing the end of his dick.

“You ready, Bec?” the dog-eared girl asked him, licking the very tip while she waited for an answer. He gave an affirmative bark, and she needed no more convincing, taking the point of his cock between her lips. A light moan escaped her throat, her tongue working at the underside of his length as she rubbed herself faster. She could already feel an orgasm coming, so she’d have to really pick up the pace if she wanted Bec to cum at the same time as her. The idea of his doggy cum exploding right into her mouth as she hit her orgasm made a shiver run up her spine.

Her lips slipped bit by bit down the throbbing dog dick, her tongue continuing to work the underside. Bec was bucking gently, but Jade didn’t mind; he knew not to thrust too hard. She took about half of his length in her mouth, and then began to move her lips along it. She sucked and slurped, wasting no time as her hands moved down to gently caress his balls; she could practically feel the sperm flowing through them. Bec whined, causing Jade to pull off with a slight grin.

“You okay?” she asked. He didn’t answer, merely bucking into her hand, which was still holding him at the base. She could feel the knot begin to swell beneath her hand, and she knew that he was nearly there. Keeping her hand at the base to avoid taking the knot into her mouth, she took the end of his dick between her lips and continued suckling, using her hand to stroke him. The occasional crackles of energy running across his length increased in frequency, and Bec let out a howl, his balls physically pulsing in her other hand.

He then came, the first spurt of hot cum shooting against Jade’s tongue. She outright moaned at the taste, her legs shivering. As the second shot of jizz hit her directly in the back of her throat, she came, practically screaming onto his member. She bucked her own hips against her hand, her fingers being coated in warm juices.

Her orgasm took a while to subside, but so did his, shot after shot of dog cum filling her mouth. She swallowed every so often, enjoying the feel of the tasty jizz slipping down her throat to warm her stomach. Bec’s dick twitched with each shot, causing his dick to paint each corner of the inside of Jade’s mouth white. When he finally finished, she ran her tongue around her mouth to gather up what she hadn’t managed to swallow, and then pulled off him. She opened her mouth and presented to him her mouthful of cum with a small giggle, before swallowing. She felt full.

“Good boy, Bec” she praised him, reaching up to rub his tummy. She licked along the length of his prick one last time, before moving back from him and laying down. Lazily, she moved back up to where she had been, and closed her eyes. As she relaxed, she felt a tongue licking at her fingers. She opened her eyes and looked down, and then giggled to herself. Bec went on like this for a while, thoroughly cleaning her fingers of her cum. Eventually, she pulled her hand away, and patted the spot on the bed in front of her. As he moved, she wrapped her arms around him, and then went back to watching her show.

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Kanaya let out a gasp, leaning her head back. “Ah… you know that you don’t have to do this… ha… every time we have sexual intercourse?” she asked the girl whose head laid between her thighs.

Jade looked up at her with those eyes and gave a giggle, slapping Kanaya’s cock gently against her own cheek. “Well, duh. I know I don’t have to. I want to.”

Kanaya knew any further questions would be pointless, and went silent, laying her arm over her face to cover the jade-tinted blush that was rising on her cheeks. She really needed to pee, but she had no idea how to tell Jade that.

Jade must’ve known, or something, Kanaya swore, because each of the dog-girl’s moves seemed to be focused on coaxing that built-up urine from her bladder.

“Jade, I…” she began, about to continue before she was interrupted by the other girl shushing her. Kanaya slumped back into the bed, and, wordlessly, gave up her effort to hold her piss in.

Then it started, and it didn’t stop. Kanaya had been expecting to feel the piss flow from Jade’s mouth out onto her lap, along with an angry scolding – or as close to one as Jade was capable of – from the girl, but instead, all she heard was the gentle sound of water splashing against something, and an occasional gulp.

Kanaya gave a gulp of her own, and then looked down, wondering whether her suspicions could be confirmed. They were. Jade was drinking down all of Kanaya’s urine, without a single complaint or even a glare of disbelief. Instead, the human’s eyes were closed, and a slight smile tugged at her lips as she drank Kanaya jade-tinted liquid directly from the source.

Kanaya could only place her hands on her cheeks in a half-hearted attempt to cover the blush; she didn’t want to stop watching. She could scarcely believe that Jade was doing this, and she didn’t want to miss a moment.

After Kanaya’s sensitive cock betrayed her and she was forced to close her eyes due to the pleasurable feeling of the dog-girl gently suckling on her pissing dick, she felt something… different. First, it was against her thigh, and then pressing against her butt, and then touching her anus directly. She already knew what was going on, and opening her eyes again confirmed it.

Jade, the flexible girl that she was, was rutting gently against Kanaya’s ass with that dog-dick of hers, while still suckling gently on the tip of Kanaya’s cock to drink don whatever she could. Kanaya felt overwhelmed for a moment, letting out a whine. Jade’s eyes opened and looked up at her alien partner, before a muffled giggle left her throat.

The tip of Jade’s canine cock pushed Kanaya’s ass open, and found its way inside. Kanaya’s bladder was emptying by now, leaving her with only the feeling of Jade gently sucking on the empty cock, whilst her thick cock moved deeper into Kanaya’s tighter hole.

The next thing Kanaya knew, Jade had pulled away from her cock completely, and was now laying on top of the troll, face-to-face with her. Kanaya couldn’t hide her blush this time, wrapping her legs around Jade’s waist.

“You know, ugh, just how to get me going,” Kanaya praised, bucking her hips gently towards Jade’s cock. It felt so filling; she didn’t even mind that Jade wasn’t paying any attention to her cock anymore.

“You’re pretty easy to get going,” Jade responded, with a smile, before pressing her lips against Kanaya’s own, her cock bottoming out in Kanaya’s sphincter.

They stayed like this for a while, Jade’s thrusts growing in strength, while Kanaya’s moans grew louder. Soon, Jade’s own matched them, and her knot began to swell. Neither Kanaya nor Jade had been expecting the feeling of that huge knot filling such a tight hole, but neither complained, either.

Kanaya merely wrapped her arms around Jade’s neck tightly, thrusting against the girl to get that cock as deep as possible. They both moaned, and then came together, Kanaya’s cock spurting cum over her own breasts, neck, and even part of Jade’s. She’d worry about the cleanup later, for now, she bucked her hips gently, enjoying the feeling of Jade’s cock spurting doggy cum deep into her.

Neither of them did much moving until Jade’s cock began to soften a few minutes later, by which point Kanaya’s stomach was beginning to distend slightly from the sheer amount of cum that had been shot into her bowels.

Jade pulled out with a gentle pop, and her cum immediately began to trickle out of Kanaya’s used anus, out onto the bed. Kanaya was pushing back ‘later’ again. Cleanup could wait until after she’d rested.

So she did, Jade shifting up to lie her head on Kanaya’s chest. Soon, Kanaya fell asleep to the feeling of Jade’s hand gently caressing her dog-cum-filled stomach.

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Rose fell onto her bed with a thump, alongside the seemingly distant sound of the not-so distant bottle of booze landing on her pillow beside her. Thankfully, it was empty. Instead of residing in the bottle, the large amount of booze was instead working its way quickly through Rose’s drunken body.

By the time she’d hit the bed, she was already out of commission; barely awake and rapidly losing even that. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep fully, blissfully ignorant of the hangover she was going to experience when she woke up.

The first time her consciousness stirred again, the aforementioned hangover hadn’t set in yet. Barely awake, she noticed a slight pain in her lower body, choosing to mostly ignore it; she just wanted to sleep. It wasn’t until after what felt like a few minutes of trying to ignore it that she realised that she needed to use the bathroom.

She really couldn’t be bothered.

She felt lazy, and honestly, the idea of just laying here and peeing herself sounded better than forcing herself to get up and use the bathroom. It was mainly due to the alcohol in her system that she decided to just let go, laying there on her bed as a near-silent trickle of urine began to fill her underwear. It was only as the warm, damp material began to stick to her body that she started to realise the downsides of doing this. Oh, well. It was too late now.

She laid there, on her back, her eyes open and her consciousness barely there, covering her own clothes and the bed in the liquid result of her laziness. Either it didn’t smell too bad, or she was too far gone to care, but the feeling of the warm liquid running down her thighs and spreading around her body was peaceful; she almost felt asif she could fall asleep again, were it not for… something else. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

By the time she was finished, her bed was coated in the stuff; she’d have to wash up tomorrow, she knew that much. Maybe it’d be worth it. The lack of a pain in her bladder made trying to fall asleep a lot easier. She’d already be asleep were it not for the aforementioned something else, which, now that she was no longer peeing, became quite evident to her still inebriated mind was coming from between her legs. She slid a hand between them, and then gasped; holy fuck. She was horny. Really, really horny. A second run across her damp crotch confirmed it.

Her movements were lazy, a hand slipping into her wet panties to run across her slit. Despite their laziness, they were also careful; she didn’t know what was sensitive and what wasn’t. Drying pee coating her thighs and cunt, the whole area felt new to her. Slowly, a finger brushed over her clit, and her hips gave an involuntary buck of pleasure. Running her finger over it again provoked a similar response.

Slowly, the laziness and care of her actions faded; in its place was reckless rubbing and pushing, two of her fingers running along the length of her slit. Her fingers were damp now, too, and not just from her natural secretions. An idea crossed her mind.

Lifting her hand to her mouth, she slid the opposite hand into her panties instead. Her eyes remained closed, but she brought the fingers to her close and gave a gentle sniff; they smelled like pee, which is exactly what she’d been expecting. The hand between her legs began to play about, probing at each nook and cranny while she got together the mental strength to bring the other set of fingers to her lips.

Her mind exploded.

The taste invaded her senses the moment her fingers touched her lips, her teeth parted and her tongue pushing towards the fingers before they’d even pushed inside. It wasn’t a particularly nice taste – salty and bitter - but there was so little of it that it didn’t bother her. Even if there had been, she suspected that the arousal flowing through her would be enough to give her the courage to continue.

As she licked and sucked at her fingers, trying to get all of this intriguing taste that she could from them, her other hand moved quicker and quicker, her interest in what would no doubt be a newfound fetish distracting her from her own subconscious attempt to get off as quickly as possible.

Her mind snapped back to reality when there was none of the taste left to gather, and she frowned, the hand between her legs slowing. She had another idea. She slipped a finger into either side of the waistband of her underwear, and tugged downward, pulling them off before lifting them to her face with the same hand that she’d been suckling on. Without hesitation, she placed the wet fabric against her lips, running her tongue over it. She couldn’t make out in the dark – nor her still slightly drunken state – what colour underwear she’d been wearing, neither could she remember, but there were far more interesting things about that pair of underwear than the colour.

Namely, the taste. It was back, and stronger. It was almost like a forbidden fruit. The generally accepted standards of taboo said that she shouldn’t be doing this. But then, she’d never been one to follow convention. Her tongue ran along the underwear as if it housed the finest wine – a comparison that ran through her head more than once. Her fingers began moving again, and she was back to where she’d been before.

She had gone too quick this time, and, before she could realise and ease off, she was thrown into an orgasm, sniffing hard at the panties covering her face. Her knees bucked, and her back arched – she made a mess of the bed again. The high lingered, but eventually faded, leaving her laying there, exhausted, with wet panties covering her face.

With what little strength she had left, she removed the underwear from over her face, and dropped her hand onto the bed beside her, holding the underwear with them. She felt dirty, but that could wait for tomorrow. For now, once again, she merely felt tired. As she drifted off into sleep a second time, she wondered if she had discovered a new fetish to enjoy. This one would have to be done in moderation. She couldn’t keep changing her bedsheets – people would ask questions.

Still, what she’d just experienced was too great not to try again.

Right as consciousness left her, a familiar jade-blooded troll stood in the doorway, speechless.

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Jade shut her eyes, and moaned onto the cock pressed against her face, her backside squirming slightly at the intrusion of a digit. From behind her, Dave chuckled a little, before giving an apologetic kiss to her thigh. Jade’s eyes reopened, and they trained themselves through her glasses onto the cockhead before her. It looked so big from this angle. She didn’t stay down there very long, though, slipping her tongue from between her lips and dragging upwards until she could flick it against the head. Dirk was bigger than Dave – in both height and cock size – and over the few times they’d done this, she’d grown to appreciate the feeling of a larger cockhead between her lips.

Of course, though, that left Dave behind her, usually to either eat her out or get busy with one of her holes. She had a preference as to which one he should stuff, but she liked him enough to leave the choice up to him. Trailing her attention away from the cock before her for a moment, she made a show of wiggling her butt gently, right in Dave’s face. She was growing wet – something Dave only made worse as he pressed his tongue to her labia. She moaned out, balling her fist beside Dirk’s leg as a gentle slap to the face from Dirk’s cock reminded her of what she should be doing.

She took him into her mouth without hesitation, getting at least the first couple of inches in without any trouble. Those wide eyes of hers opened and looked up at Dirk’s face. Perhaps it was the fact that Dirk treated her so roughly, or perhaps it was the fact that she was regularly getting fucked by two brothers at the same time, but for some reason, her mind was flooded with thoughts about how much of a slut she was. It turned her on – if she wasn’t soaking wet before, she was now. Dave took this as his cue to move to his feet and press his cockhead against her slit, a hand on her hip as he pushed himself inside.

Jade moaned as she was pushed forwards, being truly sandwiched between the two brothers. Dirk’s hands slid into her hair and he pushed himself further into her mouth, his cock already dripping precum, which Jade happily swallowed down. Dave sunk deeper into her, his other hand moving to her waist for support. Then, as if they’d co-ordinated it, both boys pushed all the way into her at once, causing Jade to both gag and moan as both her throat and her cunt were filled completely.

From there, they fucked her hard. It had been exactly what she’d wanted, and she couldn’t get enough of it, willingly gagging herself on Dirk’s prick while Dave’s cock explored her, reaching places it hadn’t before. It didn’t take any of the three very long to finish. Dirk went first, pulling out of Jade’s mouth with a hand on her head to keep her still as he marked her face with his cum. Jade’s tongue lapped at what it could, and she came, too, her insides quivering around Dave’s cock, which sent him over the edge, too. His cock twitched as it filled her womb with jizz.

Then he pulled out, and Jade was left to bask in the aftermath of her orgasm. Jade could vaguely hear the two of them talking; they were still in the room with her. Looking up, she noticed them sat, idly chatting. That wasn’t good enough. She rolled onto her back, and then whistled, spreading her legs as they turned their heads towards her.

“You’re not done yet, are you?” she asked, and their cocks were hard again before she’d even finished speaking.

They fucked for hours, with each of the boys getting a turn at each hole, and Jade loving every moment. When they finally finished, Jade was slumped against the bed, barely sat up, while the two boys laid at either side of her. She was covered in their cum, as well as her own juices. Giving a giggle, she patted Dirk’s head while leaning over to kiss Dave’s lips. He didn’t even mind the slight taste of jizz as he eagerly returned the gesture, locking lips with her. It was Jade who pulled away, giving a content sigh. “Same time next week?”

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Time travel was fun, but complicated, Aradia concluded. A mind less focused than hers might not have been able to handle all of the alternative timelines she had to remember. Of course, remembering all of the different states of all of the alternative timelines made it hard to remember other things, such as the current state of her bladder. It was easy to lose track of things that were so unimportant in the grand scheme of things, but as Aradia was now finding out, this would come back to bite her.

She bit her lip, leaning back against a wall as her bladder ached. She couldn’t even concentrate hard enough to go back in time, and avoid this ever happening. She had two choices, she could either keep attempting – likely in vain – to use her still fresh time powers, or she could try to make it to the nearest bathroom.

The latter sounded much easier, and she was soon on her way, shuffling forward as she tried to find her way to her loadgaper. She was inside her home, and to get to her bathroom, all she had to do was get up the stairs and turn left, then she’d be able to relieve herself of the ever-growing pain in her bladder. As she took her first proper step, it hit her just how hard this was going to be.

She eventually reached the base of the steps, biting her lip as she looked up them. There were so many. How was she going to manage this? It was as she was placing her foot upon the first step that she remembered her ability to fly. Breathing a sigh of relief, she gently floated up from the ground and began to make her way up the staircase. It was harder to hold her bladder now, but at least she was making progress.

Ten stairs left. Nine. Eight. She felt her cock ache as her urine threatened to release itself. Seven. Six. Her legs shuddered, a shiver running up her spine. Five. Four. She was on the edge, unable to hold herself anymore. She gained speed. Threetwoone. Landing at the top, she fell to her knees, arms wrapped around her bladder. She moaned in sweet agony as her inability to hold it any longer showed itself.

She felt the first dribble leave her tip, and then the floodgates were open. Soon, a damp patch appeared at her crotch, and all she could do is sit back and watch, giving occasional moans and groans at the shameful relief she was receiving. It continued going, showing no signs of stopping, the sight of the red puddle being to surround her doing nothing to alleviate the shame she was feeling.

She wanted to deny that a part of her was enjoying this – that this felt good – but it was becoming increasingly harder, as was her cock. Her hardening cock did nothing to stop the stream, though, which continued to stain her clothes. She could smell it by this point, and she knew she was going to have to take a long shower to get rid of the scent – she’d have to wash her clothes, too. Unless they washed themselves. Did they do that? Now was as good a time as any to find out, she supposed.

Her mind was calming, accepting its current situation. She began to enjoy the feeling; not in a way that made her understand why her dick was hard, but in one which made her less upset that this had happened in the first place. As her bladder emptied, she felt ashamed, but also relieved. This hadn’t been so bad after all.

She moved to her feet, sighed, and pulled her soaked underwear off. She was going to have to clean her clothes, clean herself, and take care of this boner she’d ended up with; not necessarily in that order!

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Roxy turned over onto her stomach, cursing at the screen of her 3DS. After a forty-minute-long boss battle, she’d just been handed a loss, which meant that she had to go through the whole ordeal again – worse than that, she’d needed the bathroom for at least half of that time. Ugh. She closed her 3DS and placed it against her bed, letting out a long sigh.

About five minutes prior, she’d finally made the decision to just go into one of her empty wine bottles. It took some expert precision, but she managed to do so without making too much of a mess – she’d even licked her fingers clean afterwards, too engrossed in her game to realise that she’d partaken in her favourite fetish. The green-tinted, piss filled bottle now sat on top of her bedside table, the glass warm to the touch from the fresh, slightly alcohol laden urine that sat inside. As Roxy sat up, a whiff of that fresh urine waved past her nose.

She reached over to grab the bottle, and held in her hands, her legs crossing around it, in an attempt to keep it warm. She shook it slightly, washing her urine flow around inside the bottle. Damn, she was horny. How was it fair that she could work herself up this easily? It wasn’t, but, at the very least, it made for some very satisfying orgasms. There was nothing quite as great as drinking down her own urine while she masturbated – it was something about the complete depravity of the act which really got her going.

Now that she’d thought about it, she wasn’t going to be able to get her mind off it. Pushing herself back, she leaned against the wall. Reaching down, lifted the bottle from between her legs, and then pulled her shorts down. Wearing nothing underneath, she spread her legs just a bit and then returned the bottle to its previous position, pulling it back a little to grind against her pussy.

Despite the glass being warm, it still felt sort of cool to her hot slit, which she spread as she pushed the bottle against it, slowly grinding up and down, back and forth. Growing wet, she started to slicken up both herself and the bottle. That gave her another idea, but that would have to wait for another time. Reaching forward into her drawer, she grabbed a dildo, and then brought it to her mouth. She ran her tongue along it, and then took the tip into her mouth, rolling the tongue around the tip, before taking it deeper. She went a couple of inches deep before pulling back, spitting against the tip.

Giving a smirk, she pressed the head against the tip of the bottle and then tilted the bottle, the tip of the dildo being coated in urine. It wasn’t much, but that was the point – it was a taste of what was to come. Roxy took that phrase in a very literal sense as she took the head back into her mouth, sucking and slurping at it until she was sure she couldn’t get any more of the bitter urine. Ultimately, she found herself disappointed, because by the time she got around to swallowing, her piss was practically diluted with saliva. To remedy this, she moved on, moving the dildo down to press against her cunt, while she kept the bottle held in her other hand.

She brushed the dildo against herself, from the tip of her pussy to the bottom, before spreading her legs a little further. She traced the tip around her clit, then down and around her urethra, and finally down to the penetrative hole. Giving herself a moment’s preparation, she pushed the dildo inside, causing herself to gasp. She was pretty experienced, and the dildo was only thin, so she managed to push the dildo inside without much trouble.

As it pushed in, spreading her open, she lifted the bottle to her mouth and ran her tongue around the rim. Given the occasional miss in her initial filling, the rim, the inside of the rim and the outside all held that taste she adored. She’d made sure not to keep herself very hydrated that day, so that her urine would hold the intense taste that she’d come to love.

It had been off-putting at first, but somewhere down the line she’d begun to associate the harsh, salty taste with arousal, and from there she’d barely been able to keep herself from having a taste each time she needed to take a leak. This had proven to be more of a challenge in public, but she figured out pretty quickly that people tended not to question what she was drinking when it was inside of a coffee cup.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the dildo hitting her in a particularly pleasurable spot. She took that as a sign to start moving it, and began to pull and push at the fake dick, leaning her head back to give a soft moan. Unable to hold herself back from the pleasure that had brought her here in the first place any longer, she leaned down and took the tip of the bottle between her lips again, and then tilted the bottle upwards.

She was thankful for the naturally warm temperate of her room, because it meant that the urine was still pretty warm. It splashed against her tongue, the salty and bitter taste rolling around her mouth. All she could do was give another moan, not even able to put together the will to swallow just yet. She brought the bottle back down, and held the portion that had left it in her mouth for a little while, swishing her tongue around in the acrid waste. Deciding that she should swallow it before it got as diluted as the taste she’d had earlier, she swallowed the mouthful down, giving another moan as she felt it slip down her throat, into her stomach.

It was all so perfect: the sight; the smell; the aftertaste.

With that, she lifted the bottle again and took another swig, swallowing the second one down immediately. The aftertaste on this one was even better. As she felt her orgasm approaching, she realised that she better get the rest of this down quickly. Lifting the bottle again, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back and started to swallow down mouthful after mouthful of the, frankly, horrible tasting urine. The feeling of orgasm continued building further and further in her stomach. She watched the remainder of the urine slip further and further down the bottle as she continued to swallow, dreading the end but craving her orgasm.

As she was thrown into her orgasm, a few mouthfuls yet remained. The first two were taken quickly, her orgasming body wanting a lot more or whatever was making her feel good, and wanting it now. The rest were swallowed slower, Roxy’s orgasm subsiding. After she finished, she let out a sigh, and set the bottle down beside her.

After cleaning up the mess she’d made, she returned to her bed, giving herself a couple of moment’s rest before turning on her game again. She had neglected to use the bathroom, and hoped that she’d need it again by the time she was finished.

 

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Aradia wasn’t sure why she’d agreed to this. Though, as she sat there, on her knees, with Damara’s cock waving back and forth in front of her, she realised that it was far too late to back out now. She was hardly going to complain, though, when the round cockhead topping Damara’s shaft looked so hypnotising, bobbing up and down. A sly grin crossed Damara’s face.

In her native tongue, Damara asked Aradia whether she knew what she was getting into. “I think so,” the young troll replied, eager to see what her dancestor had in store for her, despite not being entirely aware how they’d gotten here. Being prompted to go with her gut, Aradia leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to the round, shiny head of Damara’s cock, prompting a mix between a laugh and a moan from the other troll.

Aradia didn’t have much experience on her knees, but Damara’s cock seemed to inspire worship. Wrapping her hand around the base, she spread her tongue over the underside and gave the cock a long lick, flicking her tongue over the tip as she reached the end. Damara encouraged her this time, slender fingers slipping into Aradia’s wealth of hair. Eagerly, Aradia finally slipped the tip of Damara’s member into her mouth, craving the slightly salty taste.

Damara bit her lip, tightening her grip on Aradia’s head, as the younger troll got into the swing of things, moving her head back and forth over the tip. Her tongue flicked up against the head, coaxing delicious beads of precum from Damara’s urethra. A moan slipped free from Damara’s lips, and she grabbed herself by the base of her cock, pulling herself free from Aradia’s mouth. Aradia looked up at her with a confused expression. She couldn’t be about to cum already, could she?

At that moment, Aradia’s face was met with a hot jet of liquid, right between her eyes. She closed her eyes tightly, shielding them, as she spluttered out a question as to what Damara was doing. The older troll gave a snarky remark that Aradia only half-understood, but Aradia now knew for sure what was going on: Damara was pissing on her, and it was more odd than offensive. After the initial shock passed, Aradia simply sat there, allowing Damara to continue. She knew better than to ask her to stop – Damara would find some way to make the experience even more humiliating.

The flow was hot. As it ran down Aradia’s body, she could feel its warmth against her most sensitive areas – it ran around her nipples, and over her slit, on its way downward. Her nipples grew hard as they were stimulated. She lightly dug her nails into her own thighs, biting the inside of her lip. Why was she enjoying being humiliated? It certainly didn’t transfer into other areas of her sexuality.

Aradia’s face felt suddenly cold as Damara moved the stream down to intentionally aim for Aradia’s rumblespheres, the cool breeze of the dreambubble they were occupying quickly contrasting the warm urine that coated her face. What Aradia thought would be a good opportunity to breathe through her mouth quickly turned out to be a mistake, as Damara raised the stream again at perhaps the worst time. The bitter tasting liquid came into contact with Aradia’s tongue, and she immediately spluttered, though found the taste to be nowhere near as offensive as she had been picturing. Damara clearly had Aradia’s mouth in mind, as her goal. Throwing caution to the wind, Aradia opened her mouth and let the older troll do as she wished.

Damara did so with little restraint. Placing the head of her still-hard cock against Aradia’s tongue, she pissed directly into her mouth, filling the younger troll’s maw as much as she could, before moving her stream to once again fire against Aradia’s chubby body. Aradia kept the liquid in her mouth, taking this opportunity to see for sure how she felt about the taste. Damara encouraged her to swallow. At first, Aradia was hesitant, but Damara aimed the stream down towards her slit, flowing against her clit, Aradia swallowed, her throat muscles working to deposit the waste into her stomach.

Damara grinned, as her bladder began to empty. Aradia didn’t know if she was thankful or not. What she did know, however, is that she felt a lot colder now. Cold, humiliated, and incredibly aroused. Damara gave condescending thanks. With a blush, Aradia leaned over and pressed a kiss to the tip of Damara’s cock. She got the impression that her sex life was about to get a hell of a lot more interesting.

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Aradia arched her back against the wall. She could almost taste her cock, tongue prodding outward, toward the thick head. There was only a couple of inches separating her from autofellatio, and she was determined to close the distance today. She’d been working on being able to do this for months, convinced that it would be worth it. While that remained to be seen, her neck wasn’t even hurting yet – it was looking pretty likely that she’d finally be able to taste herself today.

With a little more struggle, and a couple of short breaks, she flicked the tip of her tongue up against her cock, and gave a thankful cheer. Her body seemed to melt at the sudden attention, and she found herself being able to bend further. Before she knew it, she had the entire head of her own cock inside of her mouth, and started to run her tongue around it. It tasted odd – certainly not the slightly off-putting taste she’d been expecting. It felt hot against the confines of her mouth, and tasted slightly salty. It could have tasted horrible, and she still would have been willing to put up with it. The sheer arousal she felt from finally achieving such a depraved goal was so intense that she could hear her own heartbeat thumping.

Lowering herself further, she started to move her pursed lips back and forth along the first inch or so of her length, tongue working over what it could. She felt herself grin – something she couldn’t have suppressed if she wanted to. For a while, she got lost in the motions, sucking herself off, while trying to get herself deeper every now and then. Occasionally, she’d pull out, and instead work over her own length with her tongue, running it along what she could of the length, before pulling back to kiss the tip. She felt jealous of herself, if such things were possible – this was the most effort she’d ever put into a blowjob. Once her cock was back in her mouth again, she leaned forward, and then pulled back, applying suction to her movements.

She’d worked herself quite a bit beforehand, and while getting into this position, so she knew that she wasn’t going to last much longer. It was a shame to finish so early, but she could hardly wait to taste her own cum – this time, from the source. The thought of having her own lips wrapped around her cock while it pulsed and shot out cum was an incredibly arousing one, causing her cock to twitch. She moaned softly, and closed her eyes, sinking herself as deep as she could into her own mouth, with her tongue running faster circles around the tip. Ready for her own orgasm, she did what she could to draw it from herself.

In time, her efforts paid off. She felt her tip twitch, and then twitch again, as her orgasm pooled in her abdomen. Her orgasm began with a thin rope of cum, firing against her tongue. It tasted inoffensive – a little salty. From there, the second shot of cum fired into her mouth, and it kept going from there, with shot after shot of cum filling her mouth quickly. Her cheeks puffed outward, as she attempted to keep the entirety of her own load inside her mouth. She rolled her tongue around in the thick mess, enjoying the feeling of it against her tongue. The experience was indescribable – definitely worth the months of exercises she had to do in order to be able to partake in the depravity, but hell, the depravity of the situation almost made it better.

Pulling free from her own mouth, she let her cock sit on her own face for a minute, as she opened her mouth proper, swishing her tongue about in the pool of virile cum. Taking but a moment to prepare herself, she swallowed down the load, in one big gulp, and then finally allowed breathlessness to overtake her. As she settled back on the bed, the final remnants of her orgasm sitting on her face, having been so kindly deposited by her cock while it rested on her cheek, she reached down to rub her belly, enjoying the full feeling she had.

 

 

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“Kanaya, your feet are wonderful,” Rose says, bringing a jade-tinted blush to her girlfriend’s face. Rose was sat cross-legged, with one of Kanaya’s soft feet in her lap, while she held the other in both of her hands, her thumbs running slow circles over the tender skin. Kanaya, the essence of beauty and grace, took good care of her feet, which Rose more than appreciated. Rose was a hardcore foot fetishist – nothing got her off harder than being able to tend to a pair of soft feet whilst being pleasured. She didn’t even mind having to get herself off. In fact, when it came to Kanaya, she preferred it, because the troll girl’s reactions were not only adorable, but incredibly arousing for the closet masochist.

Kanaya felt much the same. Even if it embarrassed her to have her feet played with in the way Rose seemed to enjoy, the look in Rose’s eyes as she enjoyed herself made it more than worth it. Not to mention, Rose always put her all into getting Kanaya off afterward, which was something Kanaya would never turn down. The touches were always loving in nature, reminding Kanaya of how loved she was in each passing moment. There was a portion of worship in Rose’s actions, and yet Kanaya never felt in control – her human lover took it upon herself to surprise Kanaya in whatever ways she could.

As Kanaya wondered what twists and turns Rose had in store for her this time, the blonde descended her lips upon Kanaya’s big toe. Parting her lips a little, letting her tongue slip free to make contact with the large digit, Rose locked eyes with Kanaya, though Kanaya couldn’t hold this for long, her gaze slipping southward as her cheeks flushed once more. Rose’s tongue moved around Kanaya’s clean toe, over the top and down against the toenail on the other side, trimmed and painted black. Pulling her own mouth upward, she took the toe into her mouth, and sighed softly as she made her way down it, suckling very lightly. Kanaya was a little ticklish, so this always brought a twitch from her, but Rose knew the signs, and always eased up on her – this time was no different.

Moving her face downward, Rose instead set the flat of her tongue up against Kanaya’s sole, dragging downward, as her hands moved around to get a better grip on her girlfriend’s foot. The taste was odd. Mostly clean, but there was a hint of whatever lotion the troll had used, and the unmistakable tinge of sweat. All in all, not so bad, but the taste wasn’t what Rose came for. She came for the feeling of those soft feet against her tongue. There was nothing like it. Ignoring the intense arousal she felt while worshipping Kanaya’s soles – which was, as she had learned, a very hard thing to ignore – knowing that she was making Kanaya feel loved started a fire of passion in the pit of her belly. Still, she never ignored the arousal. Despite the fact that she probably wouldn’t need the act to be sexually charged, it always ended up being. This particular time, she moved Kanaya’s foot down underneath her, and started grinding herself against it.

Kanaya loved the feeling of fabric rubbing up against her – the fact that Rose’s sweet sex was sitting behind that fabric only made things even better. The show was almost over, though, because Rose never lasted very long when she was working Kanaya like this. Kanaya knew this, because Rose’s movements were growing more and more sloppy – she had less control over where exactly her tongue went, though Kanaya had no qualms about that, because it was fun to see Rose lose control. The familiar blush rose on Rose’s cheeks, and Kanaya could feel the presence against her foot down below getting warmer – wetter. Only a few moments afterwards, Rose bit her lip and her body twitched, hardly the most impressive orgasm, it seemed, but Rose was still seeing stars.

After coming back down to reality, her underwear and Kanaya’s foot practically soaked, she huffed, and then didn’t say anything as she moved herself upward, letting Kanaya’s feet drop beside her. She moved up above her alien girlfriend, and gave a soft smirk. Kanaya was in for the night of her life.

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Dirk struggled in his binds, unable to move his hands. His sunglasses made it harder to see, and the room he was in was already dark to begin with. After a bit of deduction, he figured out that he was sat on a chair, with his legs tied to the chairs own, and his hands tied to the back, in what was presumably someone’s basement. The end of the world meant that his ‘captor’ was either Jane, Jake or Roxy, unless a larger threat that they weren’t yet aware of had just revealed themselves. It couldn’t be The Condesce, surely – she had bigger fish to fry. He could only spend a little longer wracking his brain, trying to figure out what was going on, before the door to the room opened. Roxy entered, wearing what was presumably her god-tier garb, but in a bright red colour. That didn’t make sense.

“Hello, Dirky,” she said, closing the door behind her. She almost seemed to glow in her environment, eyes a thick black with the same bright red filling her pupils. Dirk sat up straight, slightly off put by the newfound menace to her presence. Still trying to figure out what was going on, he struggled against his binds.

“C’mon, didn’t your brother ever teach you how to greet a lady?” she asked him. It was a pointless question. He knew it. She knew it, and that made it all the more insulting.

Still struggling against his binds, Dirk choked out a response. “What are you doing, Roxy?” he asked, hoping for her to tell him that this was just a joke. Her jokes were usually funny, though, and there was nothing funny about this. Nothing cute, either -  another common trait of her humour. As she drew herself close to him, fingers pressing up against his jaw, and spreading across the right side of his face, he tried to turn away, his eyes wide behind his sunglasses.

“We’ve been lazy, Dirk,” she told him, and he didn’t need to tell her that he was confused by that statement. “The human race is gone, and we’ve been so, so lazy about bringing them back.” Dirk had put together by now that the colour scheme had something to do with Crocker Corp, but why would Roxy be involved with that? And why would Crocker Corp be interested in bringing back the human race? He didn’t have time to get that thought very far, because, while he had been distracted, Roxy had pressed her hand against his crotch. As he looked over at her with an even more surprised expression, she started to pull down his princely shorts.

“Roxy, what are you doing?” he asked again, sounding simultaneously scared and annoyed. Roxy gave him a soft smirk, and reached up to wrap her hand around his underwear-clad length.

“What do you think I’m doin’, Dirky?” she asked, the smirk turning into a smile that petrified him. “Someone’s gotta repopulate. Don’t see why it shouldn’t be us.” He should have figured that out sooner. He could slap himself later, for now, he’d have to figure out how to get out here. There had to be a way – a flaw in the plans that she’d made. If he could find it, he’d—

Her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. While he’d been distracted again, she’d pulled his boxers down. Both his boxers and his shorts were sitting around his knees, and it was humiliating. Unable to move, he suffered through the pleasure she gave him. The soft sucks, the long strokes, and her damn thumb, running over the tip of his cock each time she pulled back to breathe. He shut his eyes tightly, not wanting to look at her anymore. Why did it feel so good?

He felt her pull away, and opened his eyes, looking down at her to see what she was doing. Her own shorts were pulled down, and her ass was facing towards him. He couldn’t bring himself to insult the view. Roxy’s ass was one of her best assets, but that did little to quell his worry. As she pressed back, and pulled her thong aside, grinding his cock up against the crack of her ass, she turned her head back towards him.

“This is for the good of the human race,” she told him, before leaning into a kiss that he wouldn’t return. His lack of reciprocity didn’t mean much, because before she’d even pulled away, she’d taken him inside her. Even still, the view he now had of that perfect ass bouncing up and down on his lap did very little to alleviate him of his negative attitude.

Roxy didn’t seem to mind. She was putting all she could into it, reaching back occasionally to spread herself wider for him. He was too big for her, but that didn’t stop her from doing it anyway. If she was hurting herself, she wasn’t showing it, but perhaps that was because she was too busy moaning. If it was for the good of the human race, then she seemed to be getting a pretty close second. Dirk resigned himself to sitting there, accepting it, as he was effectively milked. It wouldn’t be long now, either. He could feel his orgasm building up, and from the sounds of it, Roxy wasn’t very far off, either.

She leaned back against him, and gave a long moan, her head pressing back into his shoulder. Her face contorted into one of pure pleasure, and he could have sworn he saw a thin stream of liquid fire out from her. As she shook, her cunt convulsed around him. Doubled with the pleasurable heat of her pussy, he began to twitch and shoot off inside her. He could feel himself pulsing. He finally broke his silence to let out a choked groan, his own head leaning back, over the top of the chair, as he pumped his virile seed inside her.

She seemed to be satisfied with that. As she got up, on shaky legs, she pressed a hand to her stomach, and pulled up her shorts with the other. She looked very pleased with herself, as she turned towards him again, helping him to get his shorts and underwear back up. “Wouldn’t want you to be unpresentable when Janey shows up,” she told him, and suddenly things made a little more sense.

As he recovered from his orgasm, he leaned his head forward again, sweat dripping down his forehead. “I’ll never forgive you,” he told her, and he meant it, but unfortunately for him, he wasn’t going to be having very much bearing on his decisions from now on. He felt something press down on his head, and, as he moved his gaze upward, he saw Roxy’s hands, placing something on him.

Then, there was an indescribable shock. Years of feelings were rewritten, as his personality was morphed into that which Crocker Corp required. His eyes widened, and a sea of black swept over them, turning his pupils red. His mouth agape, he fell forward, momentarily silent.

His recently bred rapist lifted his head, to see if the crown they’d used on him had been successful.

“For the good of the human race,” he repeated, opening his eyes. His transformation was finished, his clothes taking on the red colour of Roxy’s. He began to emanate the same glow that she did, and Roxy gave a proud smile.

“You’re going to be a great father,” she told him. His programming kicked in, and he felt happy.

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Jane liked making messes. This didn’t come as a surprise, given her love for cooking. It only made sense that, once she discovered her love for peeing, that the two would sometimes intertwine. Peeing in places other than the toilet or the shower meant more clean-up, but it was worth it for the rush she felt, hearing her stream patter against a hard surface.

Her room of choice this time was the kitchen. Her dad was out on a business trip, so she had the whole house to herself. He’d almost caught her ‘experimenting’ multiple times before, so she tended to wait until he wasn’t around until did anything.

Already bottomless, she squatted down over the kitchen floor, one hand set between her legs while the other sat on her outer thigh. Chubby, but experienced fingers ran over her slit, parting her labia to expose her urethra. Cool air ran over her exposed sex, and she let out a soft sigh. After giving herself a couple of moments to relax, she began to urinate onto the floor beneath her.

At first, her stream came out weak, running along her own body for a couple of seconds before dripping down onto the floor. It was pleasantly warm. Then, it picked up strength, and instead began to shoot out directly against the tile beneath her. As she closed her eyes, she could hear it splattering, and gave an aroused smile. Her cheeks flushed, and her other hand moved back against the floor to better support herself.

A few moments later, she felt the edge of the puddle beneath her make contact with her feet. She knew she’d have to take a shower anyway, so that didn’t bother her. Rather, the way it held some of its warmth, as it clashed with her bare feet, sent another spike of arousal through her – a spike that was only aided by the scent of the urine wafting up into her nose.

She couldn’t wait any longer. She had wanted to wait until she was finished before starting to masturbate, but she was too horny. Accepting the mess that she was no doubt about to make, one of her fingers slid over to her clit, circling it slowly. Finally, she pressed up against the tender button, drawing a gasp from herself. As another finger slid further down, around the stream to make contact with her entrance, she felt stray bits of her stream running over her finger. Grinning, she slipped a finger inside herself, opening her eyes to look down at the puddle below.

It was getting pretty big now, completely surrounding her feet. It was a light yellow in colour, contrasting the white tile of the kitchen floor. She felt it make contact with her hand, and shifted herself to thrust her hips forward a bit. Her piss began to fire out in front of her, creating another separate puddle, which soon joined with the first. She used this better angling to slip her finger deeper inside herself, the blush on her cheeks turning to one of arousal rather than partial-embarrassment.

As her stream finally drew to a close, she turned her efforts to getting herself off. Her thumb brushed up against her clit, repeatedly pushing up against the nub. She slipped a second finger into herself, leftover urine making the whole thing sloppy, but she didn’t mind that in the slightest.

It didn’t take long for her to reach her peak. As her orgasm hit her, she lost her footing, and fell back, ass first, into the puddle of piss beneath her. Nonetheless, her legs shook, and her body convulsed, and she drenched herself further in the proof of her enjoyment. Her mind numb, moans slipped from her in rapid succession, as those experienced but shaky fingers worked her through her climax.

Afterwards, she settled, remaining in the pool of urine for what felt like an hour, but was probably only a couple of minutes. Opening her eyes, she looked at the mess she’d made. She’d have to clean it up sometime soon, but maybe she could enjoy the sight, and smell, for a little longer before then.

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Dirk pressed back against the hot dog cock buried inside his ass. It seemed like, no matter how much he pushed himself towards the huge member, he couldn’t fit any more of it inside him. He had a need – a need that wasn’t fulfilled by heavy weight pressing down on him, nor by the eight inches of pulsating doggy dick pushing in and pulling out of his ass, as fast as Jade’s omniscient dog could manage. He had a need to feel depraved, so strong that even now, as he was getting reamed by a dog, he was thinking up ways to make things even worse for himself.

The rough stinging sensation provided an infinitely pleasurable experience for him, the pain only making him harder. He reached down between his own legs, and began to stroke himself, back and forth, with a desperate grip. Once the wave of depravity passed, he could hardly believe what he was doing, but that thought pushed him right back into intense arousal, spurred on by the fact that he had Jade’s blessing. He wondered if she had experienced this herself – the knowledge that he wasn’t alone in his disgusting tastes helped him further, a familiar twitch running along his balls.

Pretty soon, he came, covering the floor in ropes of cum. Though it was intense, it didn’t satisfy him. Pulling back a bit, his hand moving up to give Becquerel a reassuring pat, he aligned himself above the pool of cum he’d created. Leaning down, he pressed his tongue to the cold tile of the floor beneath him, lapping up his own load. As he swallowed the cooling jizz, he felt himself grow hard again. Furthermore, he felt Bec’s knot press up against his ass. Sobering, he quickly pulled away. Not because the thought of being knotted was particularly distasteful, but because he had other ideas for Bec’s orgasm.

Turning around, he settled himself underneath the large dog’s underbelly. Bec’s thick dog cock pulsating, Dirk leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip, before suckling lightly against it. It didn’t take long for Bec to hit the orgasm he had been so close to before. Giving Jade’s dog another pet to keep him calm, Dirk ran his tongue over the underside of the tip, coaxing the watery shots of cum into his mouth. Slowly, Bec deposited his load into Dirk’s waiting maw, every other shot coming with a desperate swallow from the self-described cumslut.

Eventually, Dirk pulled back, getting a couple of final spurts of cum against the side of his cheek. Collapsing against the floor, Dirk sighed, looking up against the ceiling. All that, and he still wasn’t satisfied. There was a knock at the door, and Jade poked her head around the frame.

“…all done in here? Oh, wow. You weren’t kidding,” she said, with a grin, before stepping into the room. As she eyed Dirk’s cock, she licked her lips, and Dirk’s satisfied smile turned into a grin. Maybe he could share his depravity with her.

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“I ain’t goin’ anywhere near that thing,” the young Roxy Lalonde remarked, her hands tied together behind her back. She was on her knees, and naked, save for a pair of kitty panties that would have empowered her in any other situation, but here, they just felt like they emphasised her immaturity. How silly she had been, to think that she could take The Condesce down, all by herself. The ‘thing’ she was referring to was The Condesce’s huge… weird… tentacle thing. At least fourteen inches in length, and wider at the base than any form of genitalia that she’d ever seen before, though her knowledge was pretty limited.

“Figured you’d be sayin’ summat like dat,” The Condesce said, with a smirk, though she made no move to hide the impressive appendage. Leaning back, and spreading her thighs a little further apart, giving Roxy a view of the nook sitting underneath her bulge, she started to manipulate the young human. At the same time, she made a beckoning gesture.

Roxy could feel her mind shifting. It was a quick process, but either by mistake or design, Roxy ended up fully conscious, but unable to control her own body. She felt herself crawl over to The Condesce. Whoever, or whatever, was controlling her body at the moment seemed to be getting used to it. Her movements were a little unusual. Soon enough, though, whether she wanted to or not, Roxy ended up between The Condesce’s legs. The impossibly old troll’s bulge looked so much bigger up close. Distantly, she heard The Condesce make some remark about how she was pretty close to ‘that thing’ now, but Roxy was too focused on trying to regain control of herself.

Her efforts appeared in vain, when she reached out to wrap her hand around the base. She couldn’t even get halfway around, stretching her fingers out as far as possible. The Condesce seemed giddy, her hand reaching over to place itself on the back of Roxy’s head, delving deep into the blonde curls. Pulling Roxy’s face close, she rubbed her bulge up against Roxy’s soft features, coating them in a thin, sticky layer of pink slime. Such an act was poultry compared to some of the other things The Condesce had done to her enemies, and Roxy knew that. Both sides of her recognised this as what it was – a sign of dominance. It sickened one side, and aroused the other. The young Lalonde could feel herself growing wet between her legs, and The Condesce must have figured it out somehow, too, because she gave a smirk.

Confirming as much, The Condesce pulled Roxy back a bit. “Excited already? I shouldn’t’ve expected less from a slut like yaself.” Roxy wanted to retaliate, but still couldn’t bring herself to do anything. In reality, Roxy’s mental strength was a lot higher than The Condesce had expected. Even now, it was fighting her, pushing back into control. The troll wasn’t worried, though. She had a plan.

Manipulating Roxy, she had the girl run her tongue over her own cheek, gathering up some of the slime. Pulling her tongue back into her mouth, Roxy swallowed it against her own will. It tasted sweet, but also a little bitter. There was a slightly intoxicating quality to it, making Roxy feel dizzy. “Like dat taste, whore?” The Condesce asked, her bulge throbbing before Roxy’s eyes. “Have some more,” the troll told her, but made no attempt to force her, at least physically.

Roxy leaned forward, and pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of the bulge, her eyes giving a distant gaze. Dragging her lips up and down, Roxy gathered up as much of the slime inside her mouth as she could, and then swallowed again. As the slime travelled down her throat, Roxy felt her own desire grow more and more. The situation became less important. She didn’t care that she was on her knees, worshipping The Condesce’s alien dick, all she cared about was that she got to keep doing it. Getting lost in her motions, Roxy kept up the efforts, kissing here, licking there, sucking that spot, dragging her lips along this one.

Interrupting her, The Condesce pulled her back from the bulge she craved so. Making sure that her bulge was sitting between her and Roxy’s inquisitive gaze, the troll smirked. “Ya can take those cute kitty panties off, babes. I want y’to take this thing inside ya.” Questions of whether it would fit or not were far in the back of Roxy’s mind at the moment. She felt oddly compelled to follow The Condesce’s instructions. It was only now that she realised that she was in control of herself once again, and yet… well, if she could keep feeling the way that she felt now, then she saw no reason to start being disobedient. In her aphrodisiac-filled mind, the session mattered little.

The kitty panties dropped to her ankles, and she stepped out of them, as The Condesce reached around to undo the bindings holding her hands in place. Slowly, she pulled Roxy’s hands towards her suit, and helped the young Lalonde fish her breasts out of them. As Roxy leaned close, taking one of the troll’s nipples into her mouth, the two of them worked together to align The Condesce’s bulge with Roxy’s sopping wet entrance.

It hurt, but felt so good at the same time. The Condesce gave another smirk, and pressed her lips up against Roxy’s neck, sharp teeth dragging along soft skin. “How does it feel, slut?” The Condesce asked her, pulling back to look Roxy in the eyes.

Leaning back, Roxy placed her hands against the troll’s knees, bouncing softly on the portion of the bulge she could fit inside her, increasing with each bounce. “Fuck, I love it.” The Condesce didn’t need to hear anything more. Roxy was hers. Wrapping her arms around the young blonde, she lifted her up, and laid her down on the ground. Now that The Condesce was in charge, a lot more than half of her bulge was going to be finding residence in Roxy’s twat.

As The Condesce took her, Roxy’s head lolled to the side, and she stared off into the distance, loud moans escaping her with each hard thrust. Memories of her failure were clouded by the pleasure she was currently feeling, and curiosity as to what came next for her.

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Roxy’s open palm slapped down against the chubby ass before her, causing the owner of said chubby ass, her girlfriend, to let out a squeal of pleasure.

“Damn, Janey,” Roxy said aloud, dragging a finger down the crack of Jane’s ass, before pushing up against the tight rosebud that sat near the bottom. Her girlfriend tensed up, which was a silent sign that Roxy needed to go easier on her. Roxy did just that, instead prodding lightly at the tight hole, while leaning down to run her tongue down the crack, as she had her finger moments earlier.

“Your ass is like a fuckin’… gift from the gods or somethin’,” Roxy commented, her free hand moving up to give Jane’s ass another open-palmed spank, with more force this time. Jane’s ass was left slightly reddened, prompting Roxy to follow up by peppering kisses along the inflamed area. Jane looked like she was about to say something, but any thoughts were cut to a halt as Roxy lightly bit down on her skin, causing the larger girl to let out a moan of pleasure. The slightly painful action served as an excellent distraction for Roxy finally pushing that finger into Jane’s tight ass, and then trailing kisses back over to her crack. As her girlfriend was reduced to silence, aside the occasional moans, Roxy slipped her finger deep into the tight anal canal before her.

As her finger hit the hilt, she began to pull it out again. She made a point of not doing anything else with her chubby vixen, letting Jane focus on the feeling of Roxy’s slender digit pulling out of her, brushing up against the sensitive inner walls of her asshole. As the finger finally pulled free, Roxy leaned over and pressed a kiss to the now-vacated hole. Then, she pulled back, slipping the finger that had been inside Jane into her mouth, inspiring an explosion of tastes and senses, all pleasurable to the depraved Lalonde.

But Roxy craved more.

Leaning forward again, Roxy pressed her tongue up against the tight hole, slightly parted from the previous intrusion from her finger. Focusing her tongue, she pressed into Jane’s ass, the odd tastes luring her deeper. Roxy had made a lot of jokes about ‘eating ass,’ mostly to keep up to date with the internet’s current sense of humour, but Jane had never expected her to go through with it. The, comparatively, innocent girl reached back, and pressed her hand against the back of Roxy’s head, silently urging her to go deeper – a request that Roxy was more than willing to fulfil. Using her hands to spread Jane’s ass open, she slipped her tongue deeper, eyes closing as she properly tucked into the meal that her girlfriend had so kindly offered her.

Tongue-deep in Jane’s tasty ass, Roxy made no attempt to hide her desire. She got sloppy, tongue flicking wildly around. When her tongue got tired, she turned to peppering kisses against Jane’s pucker, just as sloppy as her tongue’s actions had been. As Jane’s back rose, a sign of her increasing pleasure, Roxy’s hand moved around to grasp her cute, chubby stomach. Her hand moved up and down, taking needy grasps of the flabby skin, as it made its way up to Jane’s breasts. Once she found one of Jane’s nipples, she pinched it, revelling in the sounds of pleasure coming from Jane.

As into it as Roxy was, she understood that Jane wouldn’t be able to get off from anal play alone. After a couple of moments appeasing her own insatiable lust, she pulled back from Jane’s ass, and gave it a parting kiss. Moving her hand around to Jane’s side, she rolled her girlfriend onto her back. Jane looked up at Roxy with needy eyes, and wrapped her arms immediately around her girlfriend’s neck, pulling Roxy over and down to her, before kissing her deeply. As Roxy’s hand slid between her girlfriend’s thighs, Jane let herself once again be overcome by pleasure, looking forward to the orgasm she was soon to have.

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“If you’re my momma’s baby momma, what do I call you?” Roxy asked, a playful grin crossing over her lips.

Kanaya, a flush covering her cheeks, had to let her breath settle before she could answer. At that point, she had both of Roxy’s bare legs up and pressed back, as she vigorously pounded away at Roxy’s twat. How Roxy was keeping herself together so well, she had no idea.

“Preferably Kanaya,” she answered, leaning her head back, as beads of sweat began to run down her collarbone. “Not only are Rose and I not dating, - huff - but she is not pregnant with my – ahn – child.” The tight walls of Roxy’s cunt were gripping Kanaya’s bulge so tight, she worried that she would be unable to pull out. She wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing, regardless, because that tight twat felt so good, practically milking her for all that she was worth, that she couldn’t picture herself ever wanting to pull away – certainly not to pull out, which raised a few questions, because the two of them, and the rest of the SBURB players, weren’t actually sure if trolls and humans could breathe or not.

“Mmn, I felt you twitch,” Roxy bluffed, leaning up to nibble on Kanaya’s earlobe, forcing the troll to blush even harder. Skipping the pretense, she whispered, into the jade-blood’s ear. “Do you wanna cum inside me?”

They’d been at this for minutes already. Kanaya had been having trouble holding herself together as it was, but Roxy’s invitation sent her over the edge. Pumping herself hard against Roxy’s hips, sending the young Lalonde into a quiet, quivering orgasm, Kanaya’s bulge pressed its tip right up against the girl’s cervix, and then began to pulse and twitch, seeping, firing and spurting litres of cum straight into Roxy’s womb. Her cervix having been plugged, Roxy’s womb fills quickly, and begins to swell once it’s full. Before long, there’s a noticeable bump, which Roxy looks down at, amazed.

Kanaya pulls herself out, and a steady stream of green-tinted troll cum follows her, as Roxy’s belly returns mostly to normal, save for a slight hump that doesn’t seem to go away. Once the stream of cum stops firing from her twat, the rest merely drips, making even more of a mess of the bed beneath them.

“Didn’t know you had that in you,” Roxy says, referring both to Kanaya’s impressive load of cum, and the way the troll seemed to have lost control of herself. She could feel her hips aching. Kanaya was definitely a keeper.

Running a finger over Roxy’s inner thigh, Kanaya sighed to herself, feeling embarrassed. “I wish you wouldn’t tease me so,” she says.

Roxy laughs. “How could I not? You’re so cute when you’re blushing.” As Roxy leans up, she pinches Kanaya’s cheek, and then falls back, into a laughing fit. Narrowing her eyes, but ultimately not all that annoyed, Kanaya lifts her bulge once again and relaxes herself, surprising Roxy with a warm stream of fluid, falling down right on top of the bulge of her belly.

Roxy’s eyes snap open, and she isn’t laughing anymore. As Kanaya’s urine, smelling foul and running hot over her skin, coats her, she bites her lip, looking up at Kanaya. The troll finds it within herself to smirk, and lifts her stream upward. It runs over Roxy’s stomach, and then her tits. Kanaya takes her time, shifting forward a bit to give Roxy a good washing. By the time she’s finished, Roxy, and the bed, are even more of a mess, but the sly, embarrassed grin Roxy gives her tells her that she hasn’t made a mistake.

As Roxy takes Kanaya’s bulge into her mouth, and Kanaya brings her hand down to rest on the back of Roxy’s head, they slip once again into a pit of lust and depravity, and don’t plan to resurface until one or both of them are exhausted.

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Rose wasn’t lazy, by any stretch of the imagination, but she loved a good bath. Being able to lay in the warm water, head rested against the porcelain, and her own shoulder, as the scent of the various oils she used wafted up into her nostrils. It was the perfect end to a long day. Less fun, however, was needing to use the bathroom after she’d already gotten into the bath. She wasn’t depraved enough to bathe in her own urine – at least not without taking a shower afterward. What made it even worse, was the piss fetish she had, that she revealed only to her closest companions, turning the whole ordeal into an arousing one, even if it annoyed her also.

Laid in the bath, her bladder full, she debated what to do. It wouldn’t be that hard to get up and go use the toilet, but then she’d have to dry the floor afterward. For a moment, she debated seeing if she could pee into the toilet from the other side of the room, before realising how unlikely that was to be successful. Still, the vision of her desperate stream, arcing across the room before splashing down into the toilet bowl got her loins stirring. Before she could distract herself, her uncut cock had erected itself, and now stood firmly upwards, much to her chagrin. Even if she was annoyed, she couldn’t deny her own needs, but the pang in her bladder made her wonder if she could even finish without pissing herself.

Unable to ignore her own hard rod, she wrapped her slender hand around it. Still in her lazed position, idly looking down to see her own hand in action, she began to stroke herself slowly. It took a bit of positioning to not have the water splashing around as she did so, but once she got into such a position, she started to masturbate properly. On her own, with nobody to impress or watch out for, she saw no reason to take her time with what she was doing, and immediately started to jerk herself quickly, foreskin peeling back over the head and revealing the thick, bulbous head beneath. She couldn’t tell if she was leaking precum or not, as the bath water had left her cock dripping either way, but, doing this as she was, she felt more pleasured than usual. Then, the pang in her bladder returned, and she was reminded of exactly why this was so arousing to her.

She felt as if she might piss herself at any moment, the stream of urine waiting to burst out of her urethra pushing at the base of her cock, almost painfully. If she wasn’t turning almost all of that pain into immense pleasure, she might have complained. Reaching her other hand around, she began to fondle her own balls, only increasing the pleasure that she was feeling. She kneaded the balls around between her fingers, biting her lip from the sheer greatness of the feeling. As she switched up her style, stroking slower, while running her thumb over one of her balls, she leaned her head back a bit more, a moan slipping from her mouth. Despite there being nobody around to hear her, she felt she needed to let out a ‘Fuck, yes,’ which she did, though it strained at the end as another pang, reminding her of her major need to urinate, ran her through her.

As she watched her own foreskin slip back and forth over the head of her cock, mesmerised, she felt her orgasm building. Shifting to lay on her back properly, she started to thumb the head of her own cock every couple of strokes, the added sensation sending shivers down her spine. Right as the need to pee became unbearable, she arched her back, and a load of cum shot out, over her stomach chest, glistening with wetness. Her moment of orgasmic pleasure over, she slumped back down into the bath, and ran a finger through her own cum, before bringing it to her mouth, and licking the finger clean. Fuck it. She could shower after.

Definitely feeling too lazy to get up at this point, she watched as her softening – though still partially hard – cock began to fire a stream of yellow urine into the bath with her. God, it felt even better than the orgasm.

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Rory knelt in the bathtub, his hands on his knees. He ran his tongue over his upper lip, as he looked over his boyfriend, who was stood over him. Dick in hand, Dirk was stroking himself slowly, eyes half-lidded behind his anime glasses.

“You gonna keep me waitin’ all night, babe?” Rory asked him. As Dirk looked down, over his boyfriend’s body, he smirked. Rory had a really good body. There wasn't much muscle, but the beginning of abs being formed layered his stomach, yet his skin remained a shiny smooth. His features were well defined, running all the way down to his crotch, where his cock stood upright, waiting for the attention it would no doubt be getting later, though.

Dirk's own body was vastly different. He had built up a fair bit of muscle, and had hair running over his chest. Rory wouldn't have dreamed of complaining, though. At least not about that. He was, as his impatient movements showed, getting very annoyed with waiting. Dirk didn't make him wait any longer. Pulling his foreskin back, Dirk aimed his cock down at Rory's chest, and let loose a steady stream of urine. It splattered against Rory's body, and began to run down in a way that covered most of the front side of his body. Rory bit his lip, closing his eyes and taking a deep inhale of the musky scent, as his body was covered in a euphoric warmth. Rory loved getting pissed on, perhaps more than anything else, and Dirk loved seeing Rory enjoying himself.

Moving his stream upward, Dirk began to instead piss against Rory's neck. It ran over his collarbone, and his shoulders, as Dirk moved his consistent stream from side to side. The smell became more intense, which sent a shiver down Rory's spine, coming out of his cock in the form of a twitch. As Dirk lifted it higher still, it began to run down his back, having run over the hill of his shoulders. This sent another shiver down his spine, and Rory finally built up the courage to look up at Dirk, a hard blush covering his cheeks.

Looking down at Rory’s adorable face, Dirk couldn’t help but give into the temptation. He aimed his cock a little higher, and began to piss instead over Rory’s forehead, prompting the submissive to close his mouth, at least for the time being. It ran through his hair, and over his mouth, and it was so hot that Rory felt his cheeks redden even further. He didn’t mind in the slightest that it stung slightly – a testament to Dirk’s shut-in nature, leaving him dehydrated more often than not. Dirk felt there was something special about something so depraved being mixed with something he treasured so much – Rory’s cute smile.

Rory eventually opened his mouth, welcoming in the salty wave of urine. It dripped down from his upper lip, onto his tongue, and he then leaned his head back a bit to let it pool in the back of his mouth. Despite having run down his face, it was still incredibly hot. Seeing fit to cut out the middle man, Dirk lowered his aim a bit to piss right into Rory’s mouth. Rory looked up at him with passionate eyes, silently thanking him, as his mouth began to fill with urine. As it began to submerge his tongue, the bitter taste became more prevalent. His dick twitched again with excitement. Being a submissive, there was nothing more exciting to him than truly accepting the most depraved things Dirk could think of doing to him.

Closing his mouth, Rory moved his tongue around in the mouthful of urine. It tasted horrible, there was no denying. Salty, bitter, and overall wrong, but that made things oh so exciting for him. As Dirk moved his stream once again up to cover Rory’s head, Rory swallowed down the load of urine, having trouble with it due to the horrible taste. Eventually, though, a movement in his throat signified that the disgusting urine was now making its way down to his stomach. He could feel it going all the way down.

“Almost out,” Dirk informed him, and though Rory was a little disappointed, he knew that better things would follow. Raising his hands, he ran his hands through his own hair, washing it in the flood of urine. After not much longer, the well ran dry, and Dirk’s soft cock ceased. Rory took a moment to revel in the leftover urine, now cooling against his skin. The smell was still as strong as it had been beforehand, perhaps even more so. He couldn’t wait any longer. Reaching up to wipe his eyes, he opened them, and looked over Dirk with a smirk. Dirk’s face was slightly flushed. He couldn’t admit how much the sight of his boyfriend covered in piss excited him.

Thankfully, Rory had him covered. Leaning over, Rory wrapped a hand around Dirk’s cock, letting Dirk’s own hand move to sit on the back of Rory’s head. Rory took Dirk’s dripping cock into his mouth, and ran his tongue around the head, underneath the foreskin. Swallowing down the leftover piss eagerly, Rory started to suck, moving his head slowly back and forth. His cheeks hollowing, the movements of Rory’s tongue, coupled with his eager sucking, had Dirk begin to grow hard inside his mouth.

Rory pulled back, and began to suck on only the head. Dirk let out a huff, taking a handful of Rory’s hair. His submissive boyfriend knew what this meant. Smirking around Dirk’s cock, he opened his mouth more, and remained still. Moving his hips, Dirk pushed himself forward, right against the back of Rory’s throat. Rory gagged a little, but didn’t try to pull away. Confident that Rory could take it, Dirk moved his other hand to the back of Rory’s head, and then began to fuck his face. Dirk wasn’t the biggest of men, when it came to the pride department, so Rory didn’t have all that much trouble keeping up with him, but the roughness of Dirk’s trademarked face-fuckings would leave anyone struggling for breath. Dirk’s hips slammed against Rory’s face, over and over, each thrust coupled with a gag from Rory, though they weren’t often anything more than Rory actively trying to gag, knowing that Dirk loved the feeling.

Dirk didn’t announce his orgasm, but Rory knew it was coming. Dirk buried himself to the hilt, and his cock twitched. His throat making light noises, Rory held his breath, and closed his eyes, focusing on not giving in to the need to pull away for air. Dirk’s cock shot cum in long spurts, right down Rory’s throat, depositing the load inside his stomach alongside the piss Rory had swallowed earlier. Really, Rory wouldn’t have had it any other way, his singular complaint being that he hadn’t been able to taste any of Dirk’s cum. This complaint was alleviated soon after, as Dirk pulled back, a final string of cum hanging from the tip of his cock.

Gasping for breath, Rory collected himself, before leaning forward and opening his mouth. He shut it around the tip of Dirk’s cock, and sucked out the remnants of his boyfriend’s orgasm, before swallowing. His throat was going to ache like hell, but it was more than worth it.

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Rose’s hand tangled into the blonde hair settled between her legs, belonging to that of her ectomother and friend, Roxy, whom was currently playing the role of her daughter, in some weird twist of fate which only made sense within the context of SBURB. Roxy was putting her all into what her ‘mommy’ had commanded her to do – eat pussy until told to stop. She licked around the labia, before pulling the clit into her mouth and suckling gently. As she pulled back, she nibbled on the nub gently, drawing a small moan from her mommy. Dragging her tongue down, she settled against the urethra for a moment, before prodding her tongue against it. After another prod, she flicked the tip of her tongue, and then dragged it down further, running the tongue instead around the hole that lay further down. Slick with mommy’s juices, the hole was more than ready to be fucked – something which Roxy wasted no time before doing, rounding her own tongue as she pushed inside the surprisingly tight hole. Flattening the wet muscle, she flicked it up and down, against either side of her mommy’s inner walls, before rolling it around, swishing in every direction she could manage. For her part, Rose was enjoying herself immensely, her face flushed and her pussy soaked.

“That’s enough, baby,” Rose said breathlessly, after a while, “mommy doesn’t wanna cum too soon.” A little disappointed, but not wanting to disobey mommy’s orders, Roxy pulled back from the wet snatch before her and looked up at her domme with questioning eyes, wondering what was next for her. A single drop of Rose’s sexual excitement began to drop down from Rose’s snatch, holding onto her open twat by a thread. Leaning forward, Roxy took the drop onto her tongue, pressing her lips against her mommy’s cunt in the process.

Pulling back, Rose looked down at her with a disappointed expression. “Are you going against mommy’s orders? Does mommy have to spank you again?” she asked, raising her eyebrow as she looked over Roxy’s face. As Roxy swallowed down the cum she’d stolen, her eyes widened. It had been worth it, no matter what Rose did to her, but to stay in character she had to be visibly against spanking, even if in reality there was nothing she wanted more.

“No, mommy! I’m sorry!” she cried out, but Rose had already made up her mind. Pulling up a chair behind her, Rose sat down, and patted her knee.

“Don’t make this harder for yourself, baby. Mommy needs to punish you. You’ve been a bad girl.” Feigning sadness, Roxy moved up to her feet and walked over to Rose, moving around her side and then bending over the girl’s knees, making sure to arch her back to push her ass out. Rose could tell from the moment she’d said it that Roxy was going to be into this, so she figured she might as well make a good show of it – perhaps she could even get Roxy off, just from this.

Reading her hand, she reached over with her other to pull Roxy’s kitty panties upward. They were cute, and very fitting for Roxy’s role, but they looked better wedged between her asscrack. Keeping the panties wedgied with one hand, Rose spanked her with the other. Roxy let out a yelp, but a slight grind of her hips told Rose that she was already into this. “You’re supposed to be counting,” Rose reminded her, even though she’d never mentioned such a thing. The unfairness of the situation only made things better for the submissive Lalonde, who was trying in vain to grind her hips against Rose’s leg.

“S-Sorry, mommy. O-One…” she said, before Rose shook her head.

“No, we’ll have to start again,” Rose informed her, and then gave her no time to recover before spanking her again. Roxy counted ‘one,’ after letting out another yelp. Rose didn’t waste time, but she also knew that the key to this was having some sort of element of surprise. The time between her spanks was inconsistent. Sometimes, she’d give two right after one another, and sometimes, she’d let the silence settle for a little before reading her hand for another slap. By the time Roxy had counted to ten, her cheeks were reddened, and her pussy was soaked.

Rose picked up on this pretty quickly, and pulled those kitty panties to the side to run two fingers down Roxy’s wet slit. “Did you enjoy your punishment, Roxy?” Rose asked, in her usual stern tone.

“I-I couldn’t help it, mommy. Your hand feels so good…” Roxy said, trying to plead to Rose’s kinky side. She really wanted to get off, and Rose’s fingers were agonisingly close to her pussy. Rose complied, against her better judgement. Using two fingers to spread Roxy’s pussy open, she ran one finger down the centre. She could feel just how slick Roxy was, and it reminded her of her own arousal, though that would have to wait until they were finished. Circling Roxy’s clit, she teased the sensitive button for a few seconds, before pressing right up against it, forcing Roxy to let out a moan. A finger quickly slipped down, to push inside of Roxy’s twat. The finger had no trouble doing so, and quickly turned to moving in and out of Roxy, giving the girl a familiar feeling of fullness, even if it wasn’t quite as much as she’d like. Rose fixed that pretty quickly, slipping a second finger in beside the first, as her thumb pressed up against the clit.

For a couple of minutes, Rose just fucked Roxy’s pussy with her fingers, letting the sloshing noise that came alongside it fill the room. Soon enough, Roxy’s moans joined alongside, and then it wasn’t long before she came, squirting a load of liquid against Rose’s hand. Roxy saw stars for a moment, and then became breathless as she tried to recover from her orgasm. As her pussy stopped contracting, Rose pulled her fingers from Roxy’s snatch. Roxy, filled with a sense of duty, moved back onto her knees, between Rose’s spread legs. Running a finger over the tuft of pubic hair above Rose’s wet slit, she looked up at her ‘mommy’.

Rose presented her the wet hand, and Roxy quickly went to cleaning it, dragging her tongue greedily against the soft skin to get as much of her own cum as she could. “Mmmn,” Roxy said, “mommy or not, I love tasting myself on you.”

“You know that’s basically just piss, right?” Rose asked, as Roxy gave a knowing smirk. Rose sighed. “Next time, you’re playing the mommy,” she said.