@yakuzadragxn another, and another slap came Coco's way — each one further reddening the skin of those pillowy mounds. though the focus is soon shifted upon the bud that topped one.
pulled on, twisted, even pinched betwixt claws so roughly. .
@yakuzadragxn there's only silence to be had.
though, just like the dragon said — fabric is so carelessly torn from those udders, red claw marks left behind upon exposed flesh.
all for Zev to send her hand across tits with quite the loud 'thwap', made to bounce about. . ♡
[ with a light shrug of the shoulders, her shaft is released, allowed to rest against the silverette's visage once more. that same hand placed atop of their head moments later. ]
get to work then. ♡
[ Des would take in these slaps against her cheek, feel the other's heft as she takes in these slaps onto her cheek. ]
Fine... Yes, we are. Let's start with oral, since you're eager to do this off the bat.
[ hand brought down, it's digits coiling around the base so Zev could slap it's heft against their cheek. not once, not twice, but — multiple times. ]
are we fucking or not?
[ There was a moment of silence, as Des watched and felt Zev lay that synthetic meatstick onto her face.
Des could feel just how lifelike it was, feeling the heat it emitted, the pulsing "veins" it had. ]
Nervous...?
I don't recall such...
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>vulgar slop
>uses ai slop
>account play/ownership tags
>spam fonts in every post
the modern guide to have a 'big account'.
fucking. ew.
[ with nothing more than a low chuckle, she'd step forth, laying that synthetic shaft right across Des' face.
one could feel. . just how lifelike it was — the pulsing of 'veins' beneath the surface, how the underside twitched. . ]
nervous, are we?
a little on-field testing ——
[ Des's arms would also cross under her own breasts, having to look up at Zev and their bio-engineered length. ]
Don't make assumptions if you haven't even tested your length on me yet. You still need to do your testing on that, if I recall...!
[ Zev's arms would cross afterwards beneath ample breasts, her gaze brought to meet the other's own with a raise of the brow — fourteen inches, if not more, if not less twitching right before their visage. ]
well, hm?
I doubt you can handle me.
[ The ONI Operative would watch as to see the reveal of such a bio-engineered length. And right in front of her face as due to her height compared to the other's own. ]
As to what the eggheads in bio-engineering had told you? I'm aware of what they are capable off, Zen...
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state-of-the-art bio-mechanical engineering.
you won't be able to distinguish between me, and the real thing.
infact. you'll never want to go back.
and I produce my own genetic code capable of knocking someone up. ♡
as if you aren't dripping like a bitch in heat.
regardless.
[ hands brought down, as if to draw attention below her belt — what would come to push, to tent her uniform is certainly quite the surprise. ]
⠀
It's not the noises that they worry about...
[ The Thiren would say, continuing to have her gave upon the other. ]
It's their sense of Smell that'll warn them and get you caught. Brutes are pack hunters, with really good sense of smell.
oho? [ a look of amusement drawn across her visage. ]
no wonder.
I've felt your gaze for the 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐲 of this mission.
I pray you aren't too loud to alert the enemy. ♡