Edelwood
cups your nuts and jostles them left and right, bounces, then lets them settle back to your thighs with a smack, third ball wobbling into place.
 
Echoen
Squirrel arches his back, groans, his butt wobbling as he spreads his stance. Shudders flood through him, before a third nut's worth of spunk pours from his dick. Both his dicks. All three of his dicks. Dicktongue, too. He's barely able to hold up onto two legs before a third pops out to steady him, big toe in between four smaller toes.
 
Edelwood
ohs! Giggling as cum coats his front in a thick pearly layer, drooling down his tits and enormously full, stuffed middle. He just keeps rubbing, bumping and jostling your sack in his hands--almost like juggling. And like any good juggling performance, more balls get added as he jiggles them about. "Oh! Wasn't expecting that. Just looking to give you a silly number of nuts."
 
Echoen
The squirrelboy huffs, hus spunk flush continuing unabated. As your breasts come into view his head splits in two and one sucks on a teat, the other looking up at you soulfully. "Hnngff." Is all he can really muster, as his balls bloat and slosh bigger, more productive, rampantly duplicating until he's got eight in a swollen stack.
 
Edelwood
rumbles pleasantly. His head cranes down to kiss atop both yours in turn, continuing to fondle, grope, massage and coddle your bloated balls. Hairtacles curl over your spunking shafts while his fingertips count along your sack slowly, squeezing each nut tenderly in turn...An even number? He tuts and rolls around your cumtanks a bit more. Creak-slosh-th-thu-THUMP. Three more spill free, thumping to the floor with loaded weight. Eleven fat, potent squirrelballs. Much better count to sport!
 
Echoen
He nosewiggles, nosewaggles, and uses his oversized handpawbs to knead and stroke you in return. His shafts throb larger and surge far more erect as your tendrils dance across his lengths. Out pushes three more pricks from each of his twin sheaths, giving him a bouquet of eight to match his former eleven. Ah, twin tongueocks and immense squirrel-tail-sheath tailcock make up the remaining three to match shaft for nut, eleven to eleven. The tide of spunk is up to your knees, his hips. And we're outdoors
 
Edelwood
smiles warmly and rubs his fingertips through your headfuzz. On both heads! And softly rubs ears around too, tentacles all dancing and doting on pumping and swelling squirrelshafts. He settles you in against his belly, warmly petting through your fur and holding you up a bit above the rising, slippery tide of spunk.
 
Echoen
He leans in, grasping with a half-dozen arms and a half-dozen dicks gushing right into your porous skin. Bloating your bubbly essence with his liquid impossibilities. For one thing, you get heavy, and he just gets yet larger and more productive. Soon he's sunk utterly against your plush tum, fully relaxed and growing in steady gushes.