A housewife turned reluctant oral-breeding mount for a roided-up Gutpoker gets to find out the hard way why you have to sign three pages worth of legal documents before she can get her throat re-structured into a fleshlight by an 8'6ft pet-store reject.
An errant knight and her steed rests in an empty glade deep within the forest. But due to a lack of much needed rations to keep up her strength. And at the doorstep to starvation, she resorts to sucking a healthy overdose of protein from her steed's low-hanging horseballs.
You lost(won) a bet against your caked-up gamer BF, and as contract would have it, you're officially his personal quickshot gaming chair for a week. Subsisting entirely off the sweat dripping off his fat, doughy, bakery-sized twerkflanks and all the throat-clogging slut-feed pulsing out of his fat dick while he clap-rapes your face.
Set to work your legs into a quivering mess today, you spot one of those beefy fuckbrutes laying down on a bench and grunting - heaving a barbell closing in to near a ton over his chest. The listener quickly drops into a well-practiced thotsquat so low that their protein-fed asscheeks garishly distends their yogapants as it shelves on the back of their heels, nearly spilling pounds worth of assflesh onto the gym floor as they begin to apply kisses with drawn-out slurps to the big fat pair of overloaded bullnuts pouched in his gym trunks.
The brute briefly pauses their lifting to look down before resuming, opening their legs so that the listener can get between those rippling tree-trunks, tug those shorts off and start to take deep, brain-rotting sniffs of those low-yield cum nukes before popping one into their mouth.
This audio contains Kissing, licking, slurps, deep, appreciative, phlegm-filled gags to let the brute now you're ready to catch the full brunt of that ugly two-ton throatpie as thanks for being your gym-partner and helping you fill out those XXL-sized booty shorts you've got at home.
Should've skipped breakfast. Fine aged ballslop like this sticks to your throat like molasses.
You lost your footing for a second at most, but that's all it took.
Noncon edition. Open wide.
Shemale listener steps off the dancefloor and into one of the bathroom stalls to drain her balls through a hole in the wall.
An alternate version of the previous audio, only with a change in perspective.
Centered audio of your 7ft, cat-eared, twerkbrute GF bashing her head against your crotch until your lap is a massacre-site of smeared lipstick and frothy ballbatter. Holding onto your thighs for dear life as oil-glazed dumptruck CLAP to the tune of your bloated breeder cock throbbing inside of her neck.
You accidentally stumble upon a video of your girlfriend sucking on some fat chode. Namely, not yours.
Note for headphone users: Most of the audio in this file will be coming from the right side.
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POV: Your date (a 7ft tall, muscle-strapped twerkbrute cat with skull-crusher thighs) has been missing for an hour after saying she needed to freshen up in the bathroom. You go to investigate, and find yourself nauseated by what sounds like a busted, gurgling sewage pipe filled with wet cement sputtering in the furthest stall, only to realize you've been cucked as it's interspersed with bass-heavy, chest-thumping TWERKCLAPS that easily dwarfed the club's speaker cabinets. Your first thought is to burst down the flimsy stall door, but as your ears are engrossed in the SUCK-SLOBBERING sack-drainage just meters away, you stop, and tuck yourself into the adjacent stall out of a morbid sense of curiosity you very quickly regret.
Shortstacked Goth decides to ignore the no-smoking sign inside the public restroom.
(Small teaser for upcoming project)
