There was a gentle mood that filled the mansion's many hallways. A calm that was so rare to get these days as a catgirl let out a sigh and laid back on her bed. While she adored her many lovers, Serenity couldn’t deny that she would prefer to have some time for herself occasionally.
As her semi-nude form rested on the soft sheets of her mattress, she carefully removed the last article of clothing, a set of straining panties that attempted to contain her beastly cock. Finally free, the pillar rose up and entranced her eyes as they followed its every sway.
While a few fingers teased the shaft, tickling its underside, her other hand was busy setting up a recording. Even in her moments of privacy Serenity couldn’t forget about the girls, especially Belvea (who always adored hearing her moans of passion).
With that in mind, she planned to kill two birds with one stone. After all, even if she was alone, it wasn’t like she couldn’t share the love in another way. She was careful to place the microphone in a position where it wouldn’t be easily doused in what she knew would be a flood of cum (it was getting rather costly after the 8th microphone).
With everything set, she finally allowed herself to indulge in her own marvellous body. Gripping the base with both hands, the only way possible to fully encompass her girth, she began to stroke the pole attached to her lower half. A faint gasp escaped her lips as her fingers slid and bumped against the pattern of veins that decorated her cock. Her hands would massage and caress at her meat as her legs would slide along her smooth sheets to add more sparks of pleasure. As her fingers moved their way up the three foot shaft, they would tease the underside of the hood which resulted in a sharp gasp. Her tongue would lick her lips as she eyed the engorged head that hovered above her head, wanting it to come closer.
Wrapping her arms around her own length, she hugged her penis to her body. It sank deep into her cleavage as her arms also caused her breasts to mash together. The heat from her cock warmed up her core as it pulsated in rhythm with her heart, the beat’s pace quickening as she began to stroke her cock with her own tit flesh. The gasps turned to moans as the sensation of her own soft mounds enhanced her lust. Her toes curled as she rose and lowered each breast in alternating times to increase the pleasure. A transparent cream oozed onto her collarbone and sheets as the touch made her flinch. Her tongue escaped her mouth and skirted along the head of her penis.
So close... all she had to do was lean just a little bit more.
Her hips rose as she pushed her own cock closer to herself, letting her tongue meet her helmet as she savored her own flavor. Her tongue rolled along the surface of her tip, coating it in saliva and making it shine before she began to plant kisses all over the throbbing crown. With her hips now in the game, she started to thrust into her own cleavage, pushing her cock deep into her own mouth. The girth stretched it to its limits. She always marvelled at how her many girlfriends had grown accustomed to accomplishing such a task. She didn’t spend much thought on it though, as her muffled moans were coded onto the recording alongside the sounds of her body rubbing against itself.
The slickness of her saliva, as well as the coating her pre-cum, had provided her bust the perfect lubricant as she deep throated herself. Gagging soon joined the moans as she pushed deeper into herself... and yet she couldn’t stop. Her breasts stroked her shaft furiously and the heat it generated only fuelled her fires more. The throbbing that journeyed along her shaft shook her whole form as they grew more powerful.
The end was coming and she was bracing herself for it. She was well aware of her own output. Still, it wouldn’t be enough to dissuade her from continuing. She craved the explosion that was rising within her. Her muscles were starting to tense up as gripped her bedsheets. She moaned loudly against the meat in her mouth as her entire body stiffened and her cock began to bulge. Her half-closed eyes followed the bulge as it traveled up her cock before she felt the cock-slit widening. Her tongue teased the entrance for the split-second that she had before a blast of cum shot into her mouth.
Her cheeks puffed up comically as they tried to contain her absurdly massive load. She tried to shallow, but it was all futile. The cum was unending. Grabbing at her own twitching cock, she pulled the tip out of her mouth with a wet pop and a gasp for air. She wouldn’t be given that chance, however, as the second volley of cum smashed into her face, coating it entirely. Each throb forced more and more cum out of her and onto her. Dripping could be heard as the cum pooled on the floor. The volume was consistent as the catgirl painted herself and her bed a shade of creamy white while her body spasmed from each release.
It took full minutes to pass before the stream of cum would start to finally wane. Soon the sounds of splattering jizz was gone, replaced by the heavy fast panting of Serenity as she laid exhausted. A satisfied smile remained on her lips as her eyes looked down at her own cock in a love-drunk haze. Hugging the slowly softening mass, she brought it back to her lips to give it one more kiss.
Days like theses were rare, so recordings like these were a treasure in and of themselves. After all, Belvea wasn’t the only one who could get off to the sounds of passion.
Tags: futanari, gigantic breasts, pleasure, self-fellatio
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Story by Unskilled |
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Artwork by Rosita Amici |
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