Balros GHASP Oh WOW!! UniformVixen so warm, soft and inviting you're welcome to climb on in ~ No promises you'll come out exactly the same :pink_heart: Balros Hff, to shove balls deep into those buttholes, and feel the corruption get clenched and squeezed on around us UniformVixen trapped between both, slurped and sucked from one thick rolling greedy donut to the other, picking up stripes here, an elephant trunk there, stretching both wider and wider as the mass pours in from you from the influence of us both ~ Balros The zebraphantsquirrel stands between the two huge herms, his broad ass spread by a triple stack of buttholes, thighs splayed by a triple width of pussies. The front of his thick, strong legs are obscured by three sets of massive testicles, fueling a single sheath that spills forth three floor-cracking cannons of hybrid cocks. Enormous breasts obscure the rest of his chest and part of his chin UniformVixen _giggles, Elephant and Zebra kissing their triple-stacked progeny with love, devotion and glee at the results, so many hands going to play with your thick, massive multiholes, a gift from both mothfathers, hipbumping overstuffed sheath, making out from here, there, everywhere. "All our gifts! and more from you too! Ready to release ~ on the world ~ on the world" :pink_heart:_ Balros Balros nuzzles adoringly, smiling as he looks deep into your eyes. "It was wonderful, as was our Dance Party after, and as is this moment, here, with you, so beautiful and alluring." UniformVixen gazes back, purple pools losing themselves in your stare, big fuzzy squirrelhands compulsively gathering you close into her vast soft furriness. A sigh, a buck-toothed smile, and all she can do is pepper soft-lipped kisses over your face. "Of this I am glad, so glad. That you had such a wonderful night, and choose to end it with little ol' me." Balros His green eyes are a forest of desire, your purple eyes are pools of want. Losing each other into each other, squirrels upon squirrels. A soft gasp spills from his parted lips as your enormous handpaws fold over and around him and plunge him into your plushness; your softness; your furred figure; your gracious swells. Bulges to bulges, boy to grrl, chest to breast and muzzle to muzzle in slow, shared smooches. "An end... and a beginning. Sigil..." He exhales breathlessly, cupping arms around your waist and his broad paws upon your bottom. UniformVixen sighs happily. Paws sink into rumpcheeks, pliant and warm and inviting as any part of her. She rolls against you like a tide of luxurious mauve fur and gentle warmth. Her fingers explore your chestnut ruff, the fuzz, the fur, to grip your hips, to hold herself close. If we came into this with clothes, she can scarcely remember where they went. She wants her freely naked body intertwining with yours, and so there we both are, her flesh meeting your own, excitement twitching through her exhaustion as she grips you close, and kisses more earnestly. This time it sticks. This time her muzzle tilts, and the tightness of her hold tells you she no longer ever wants to let go. ~ Balros His hips and fur are as broad and soft alike as your own, as all squirrels should be, as two embracing squirrels are for each other. Whatever tunic or utility bulge he had is gone; whatever tops, straps, and accoutremons you once had have vanished. There is only the warmth of one another, the heated clash of dense swells and heavy endowments and sensitive, so sensitive bits of flesh that throbs against its counterparts. Breath is shared between muzzles at the head-tilting kiss that presses buck teeth to cheek and twines tongues together. He pulls you to him; you pull him to you. Sheaths quash together. Shafts press alongside each other against soft bellies; touch the underside of breasts. Have his grown? He's becoming more for you. UniformVixen chitters and chrrs, rolling her heavy swells into you. Thick thighs straddling warm, naked flesh. Comfortable with the feel of your endowment rising to fit snugly under fuzzy nuts, to tempt and tease her soft underneath Her soft, full belly pressing to yours. shifting, wanton tesselation from squirrel to squirrel. Even without the surge of your pretty tits to pool against her own in mirrored growth, it's all so true. You're becoming more for her. You're becoming more to her. She yearns to indulge her flourishing infatuation with you. To let it grow, to have it sustain in her heart and soul. Even as she trails swirling tongue-strokes around your thickening shot-glass nipples, her eyes remain locked on yours, swirling internally with thoughts of You and thoughts of Us, the way you can make her feel when we're together and indulging in each others company, letting her dreamy and sentimental train of thoughts carry her through cuddling inaction into the rocking, tantalizing motion of a tit-fucking into her companions cleavage, her bottom nudging, bumping, -kissing- the tip of your own thickness at once as she grows so comfortable in the moment. ~ Balros The topside of his shaft, as thick and turgid as he is becoming, still has quite the weights to lift atop it as your balls settle atop it; and for a long moment he simply throbs and slowly rocks his hips in the single-minded pleasure of feeling your warm, weighty, silky-furred nuts encasing his cock and cuddling it to the bulging plump entrance beneath them. He comes to press and rest more atop you than you atop him, leaning you back while he settles above; your rotund and softened middle acting like a nest for his own plump paunch. Overly bountiful orbs of boysquirrel breasts spill out over your own enormous boobs, shamelessly spilling out with gender all over your own bosom and surrounding your own massive squirrel cock. You can feel the wrecking density of his heated, furred balls pushing against your ass; each orb as big as your own buttcheeks and growing hotter as, slowly, he sinks his shaft into your enveloping ass. A light thrust, a rasping gasp through shared lips, a flicker of green within purple eyes and a stripe of purple across green iris as you and he become Us and Together. Nnnggffuck, he even makes his tits squeeze around your dick just like your bottom swallow-gulps down his cock. UniformVixen radiates her want for this, for You, for Us through all time. The sliver of emerald in her eyes broadening, stroke by flesh-devouring stroke, into permanent broadness as she smolders in her look to you. Those paws of hers sinking into your boytits as she at once makes love with them, and surrenders herself in velvet embrace to your penetration. Staring you down. Staring down herself. Locked in mutual need and desire, she teases the encoraching hypertrophy of those massive cumchurners. A flick, a curl of her heavenly soft tail around those orbs as her ring sinks around you. "Balros. I Want You." Her bulging tip popping free of your cleavage, gushing freely, openly into your fur, slicking the way. "Every scrap of you I catch in the wild, every picture, every story bit, brings me right back to everything we've shared, become, dreamed and teased." You channel into her deeply, seeming the whole of her being rearranging to massage, to gratify, to hug, to Love, and to Cherish every inch of your flesh inside her. Up and up, into her ribs, to nestle between her hearts, to tickle the very base of her throat from below, and let the first splashings of precum well up your taste on her tongue. Her thumbs pluck at your nipples, and plunge on in, working channels of their own as she easts in time into your cleavage, and into your second row of cleavage. "It's often so hard to sustain my passions these days, but Nobody raises them like You. You are a treasure, and I want to be absolutely overbearing in expressing my desire for you." Balros He shivvers in full-body-wracking pleasure at the sheer sensitivity of his fattened nipples and breasts; your paws sinking into them, your thumbs exploring his wrist-thick teats, coaxing waves of clenching pleasure through him. You can feel him s-w-e-l-l inside you, the push of his hips only partially responsible for how far and deep his cock climbs through your depths. From ring to inner ring, from bottom to belly, from middle to torso and up into throat until, when kissing with you, he tastes sticky ropes of himself. His chittering moans vibrating your gullet and his own girth in ways that stimulate even further and make his hips give involuntarily powerful buck-thrusts to mate with his squirrelmate. His green-purple eyes roll in lidded bliss as your words soak his brain in cherished compliments and utterances of lust. Both his breasts and his balls offer expansive surges of additional size, weight, mass and warmth with each clear statement of adoration; and all together, You make Him Cum. Cum to being wanted, cum to being complimented, cum to being cuddled by his squirrel grrl twin-sister-self he shares the same sentiments towards, moreso than any sibling. His thickbig fingers squeeze into your furry fleshly ass and body and he heaves you and himself together, a buck-thrust that would burst brick but only merely bulges your bulky body. Pushing himself onto his knees under your butt; pulling you up into his lap and resting your back onto his balls; and clogging your throat and his in cum. Your own ivory seed lancing up between his pairs of cleavage to paint the underside of our chins. Your cock swaddled in soft breasts; growing in size and number; and the plush tums of two squirrels growing fat off love for one another.