Tristana tackled Teemo down suddenly, a quick pounce onto the yordle, pushing him forward, onto his little furry face.  "Oof!", Teemo exclaimed as he hit the soft sand,
noticing a soft, wet plap as he landed, taking note that he had likely found exactly what he was looking for.  "Cooome on fuzzy, I'm getting bored~ I wanna shoot something!",
Trist pleaded into Teemo's back, a bit muffled, before the furry yordle rolled her over, onto her back, and loomed over her on all fours.  "Oh yeah?  Well then how about I
make you less bored~", he cooed, pecking at her cheek with a grin, and letting his hefty balls droop onto her legs.  Trist bit her lip, and tugged at her pants, making her
plump breasts jiggle a bit under her shirt as she wiggled herself out of her tight pants under Teemo, immediately tossing them to the side.  Teemo unmounted himself as Trist
pulled her shirt off of her torso, causing her breasts to flop down when it passed them, and Trist immediately felt a warm, wet tongue pressed to her nether lips, and she let
out a small, surprised squeak, before her face went soft again, her hand rubbing over Teemo's hat.  The furrier yordle was wiggling himself out of his own pants as his tongue
rolled over her cunt's lips, up to her clit, a lick all the way up taking him there, before suckling gently.  Granted, the little furry yordle was having a bit of trouble
wiggling out of his pants, now that he was becoming aroused, but when he finally managed, a stiff, fat cock flopped from his pants, onto the sand, nearly twenty inches long, 
and six inches in girth.  Teemo gripped Trist's legs lightly, and licked down, again, pressing his tongue against her entrance, and into her depths, moving in slow circles 
inside of her, he made Trist shudder in delight, before dragging his tongue up her length once again, and pausing for a brief moment as he pulled up, and away, licking his 
lips.  "Delicious, as usual.", he said with a smile, pressing his fat tip to her wet cunt, he could feel Trist's hips wiggling in anticipation.  With a soft press forward,
he sunk a few inches slowly into her, eliciting a gasp from the blue yordle as she stretched around him; six inches, and he was still pushing, ten, twelve, and he could see
the bulge slinking up her tummy, each inch of Trist's soft, wet cunt tight around Teemo's thick cock, making him groan softly in pleasure, his large balls feeling as if
they were swimming with pleasure.  Teemo could feel his tip pressed against her womb, as fourteen inches hilted inside of the blue yordle, but that wasn't about to stop him,
and with a pull back, and then a thrust forward, he felt his tip open her depths to him, a tight ring now squeezing down on his tip, causing a bit of precum to shoot out,
almost immediately filling Trist's womb, the female writhing in pleasure while Teemo ran a paw up her stomach, rubbing his paw along the bulge in her stomach that he was
making with his thick sex.  Teemo couldn't help but pant slightly as he pressed eighteen, then the full twenty inches into her cunt, his swollen sack pressed against her butt,
and with a lusty throb, he could quite literally see the yordle's stomach bulge out a bit with pre, his little furry paw moving up to her large, supple breast to tease a
nipple.  Trist, panting, could hardly manage to eek out a soft "Is t-that it?", before Teemo leaned forward, his lips around the yordle's nipple, suckling as he dragged his
cock slighly out of her cunt, before pressing aggressively back in, his hips slamming in and out of her suddenly, making waves of pleasure envelop the female.  Trist held him
into her breast, unable to help herself as her ankles tied in the small of Teemo's back, the furry yordle still pounding at her cunt, pre bloating Trist's stomach slightly
now from her cunt's constant squeezing, rippling, every inch of Teemo's sex being rubbed, tightened on, as he hammered in and out of her, but only for so long, as Teemo could
hardly hold himself back, despite his best efforts, as Trist was trying far too hard to drain his hefty balls.  Teemo's face moved quickly from Trist's breast, to her mouth,
and he pressed her into a fast, lusty kiss circling her mouth, his balls pressed against her ass, and he could feel them gurgle, and rumble, both of them knowing exactly what
it meant, but even with the warning, Trist's eyes shot wide, as she felt a thick spray of spooge from Teemo's prick fill her womb, another jolt of his cock sending even
more gluey, fertile cum directly into her womb from his balls.  Each throb, every last lusty pulse was only filling Trist more and more, as ounces of jizz rapidly turned to
gallons, and Trist's stomach streeetched outwards, surprisingly little escaping from her cunt due to the tightness from stretching around his massive sex, but that that did, 
ran down Teemo's quivering sack, his big balls draining into Trist's tummy.  Teemo, still quivering a bit inside of Trist, every sensitive pulse sending a bit more spooge 
into her, but tapering off at least a little now, sat up a bit, and dragged his thick cock out of her cunt, and as the tip pulled out of her cunt, with a wet blorp, cum
oozed out of her cunt onto the wet sand, wait, wet sand?  How much closer had they gotten in their romp, Trist wondered idly, but it was a fleeting thought.  Teemo giggled 
a bit as the sight, still hard, and beckoned her over, and Trist came, but not without a sigh, and a roll of her eyes.  As she crawled over to Teemo, she could feel that the
sand was significantly wetter over here, and that her hand would sink ever so slightly for a brief moment with each press of it, but she gave it no mind as she licked up his
love-coated sex, enjoying the taste while her tongue ran up, and down his length, having to sit up to practically hug his sex, and enjoy the delicious cum running down it from
the tip.  Suddenly, Teemo stood, and she couldn't help but indulge his cock, suckling gently on the tip, her tongue circling around the thick, swollen head, she reached to rub
his large balls, ready to press forward slightly to pleasure him, when she felt him pull away from her mouth, eliciting a pop from her lips.  Teemo bent down, lifting Trist up
to rest on his shaft, protruding past her, and he could feel warm cum run from her cunt, down his shaft, and drip off his balls as he plodded forward, sack swaying underneath
him with each step.  He felt the sand under his hind paws get wetter, and wetter, until he could feel himself sinking slowly into the sand.  "Perfect~!", he announced, Trist
immediately understanding, and grinning wickedly.  "Oh, so you bred me, and now you're going to drown me?", she teased, wrapping her arms around him, and licking gently at
his neck.  He raised her up, poising his sex underneath her hole, and plunged into her depths with no hesitation this time, the entire length making wet, sloppy noises as he
pressed into her cum filled, and leaking, cunt, making the Trist gasp suddenly at the size entering her, while Teemo felt the sand suddenly swallow up his little paws at the
press down of the female.  Trist grinned at Teemo, pressing down on the furry yordle's shoulders to force herself up on his cock, making the sand rub up his legs, Teemo able
to feel it stick in his fur, and rub on his skin, then Trist slams down on his cock, making the male gasp in turn, as he feels the sand gently rub and swallow up his knees,
a hungry, wobbling pit of quicksand for their lusty pleasures, and Teemo can't help but thrust up into Trist on each thrust of hers down, Teemo practically painfully hard
while his sex can only throb in the female, distending her stomach slightly when it erupts with pre inside of her already filled womb, and his mind drifts to the quicksand
inching up his thighs.  Trist bounces on his cock, her soft sex squeezing down gently on him, hoping to go a bit slower this time, as each hump sends Teemo a bit more down
into the sand, until he can feel the quicksand lapping at his churning balls, wobbling and shaking around him, as it starts to swallow up his sack.  Teemo kisses Trist
lovingly as she bounces, stiff yordle cock flooding her warm womb with pre as she humps up, and down, able to feel the quicksand on her curvy butt, and feet wrapped around
Teemo's waist, and knowing the quicksand is swallowing her only excites her further, causing her to work more aggressively on the male, slamming her sex down on his cock, and
forcing them down faster into the quicksand.  Teemo groans as his hefty balls churn under her, feeling the sand edge up to his chest, and watching it swallow up her stomach is
almost too much for him, and his kiss quickens while he desperately tries to hold on, feeling the warm quicksand rub against his fur, swallow up every inch of him, he can even
feel the slightest amount rubbing against the base of his cock on each thrust.  Trist feels the warm sand rub against her pucker, and sex, and shudders in sheer delight, her
thrusting now in short, quick humps, rather than the long, dragged out ones, before, but it still presses her further down with Teemo, and she can only pant into Teemo's mouth
as the quicksand rubs against her stomach, the surface rippling, and then up to their chests, her plump tits being swallowed up as she feels Teemo pulse rapidly inside of her,
his balls clearly churning against her ass as she hilts him inside of her, and squeezes her against him as they are swallowed up to their necks by the goopy quicksand, but
she can feel his cock throb, and her stomach bulge, as her womb is filled with his sticky cum yet again, his balls churning and groaning as the quicksand quakes and bubbles,
Trist's cunt clamping down on Teemo's cock.  Teemo can't help but drain himself into her, and feel her stomach bulge against him as his virile seed sprays into her well bred
womb, mating her, and filling her completely.  They hold each other, sighing at the same time as their heads start getting swallowed up by the quicksand, sinking further,
slowly into the thick, goopy quicksand as it slowly stops wobbling, and with a wet squelch it presses past their heads, just Trist's hair, and Teemo's ears and hat visible
above the sand, before the thick quicksand has swallowed everything that isn't Teemo's hat up, and only that is able to be seen above the now still quicksand.