Balros
Balros lovingly, adoringly, lust-wantonly kisses you, muzzle to muzzle. squirrel to squirrel

UniformVixen
nuzzles and nuzzles and nuzzles, sucking and plucking the fat fullness into your lips kiss by kiss. Wishing you a happy holidays with every freely-ground sheath to sheath and heaving, swollen wombelly. Misses you much, and hope you are having the most wonderful of days  <3

Balros
Making out with one head only for three heads to nuzzle back at him, evokes more than just his lips to plump and swell. Hips widen and widen and widen, new legs spilling out to let more, huge, furry squirrel sheaths to grow forth; rows of sheaths zippering with yours in a nice long line. A dozen paws graciously caress your gravid middles; a second six-foot-wide squirrel stepping up behind you to wedge sheaths between buttcheeks.

UniformVixen
parts fat, sweaty sheathes with yours, each so plump and full, practically oozing with musk that pools amidst her overpacked hyperfertile quad-nuts. She sighs and giggles, bouncin and grinding on you with carefree abandon, wiggling her massively Sig-Bal-choen-impregnated belly into your hands as her latest throngs of mutated young practically gestate under your touch. She flutters her lashes and spreads her cheeks with massively oversized hands, chittering out her delight as she gravitates back into the hot, warm dickheat she feels behind her until she's hotdogging twin sheathes and coaxing their contents out onto and INTO her with easy, sleazy hyperpreg squirrelmutant motions. wiggling into bed and soon to pass out, but gosh we need to spend some time again soon when she's not about to dieof sleepiness!

Balros
There are several cases where squirrel sheaths had shoved against each other and when you pull back to part them, they may have several more squirrelcocks inside of them than before. Penises that plump larger with every throb, creating more sweaty surface area to stink up their surroundings. He has plenty more to spare and share with you, so much squirrel shoving himselves to every side of you to grind, bounce, and bump-bump-bump together. Several of your pussies push open around the urgently growing, emerging squirrels, sexy shemales and herms that sink themselves onto the nearest penis, sibling or sire alike. He has plenty more to spare and share with you, almost all of your asses being mashed and mated with by bludgeoning boners frotting between them and into them.

UniformVixen
gasps out her rapture. "Squirrel."  Her eyes flutter open as she takes on another load of kits, erections surging up around the gravid underside of her fertility-goddess belly to spike fecund squirrelcum ahead of her as she gathers you all around. "All Squirrel. All Us. More, More, Always More." She singsongs amidst the sounds of her cuntnipple-sporting tits are each impregnated, hypercoozes being helped to by her sisters and brothers and progeny all the same. The steam rises from us all, tails curling around tails, lips hungrily sucking off lips. She loves us so much, and her body responds with growing elaboration to make her all the more equipped to show it, one piston-pumping, hypersquirrel fuck-rutting at a time, forever, and always, and everywhere, as we spread. So many of us to look at and fall in love with and swap tongues with and suck-slurp adoringly off multi-pronged sheathspills, lewd and lusty and totally without boundries as we fuckbreak them and ourselves into The Squirrel Flood.

Balros
At the utterance of the syllables of squirrel, your wide body is bred and impregnated and smothered in multiplying volumes of breedneedy squirrels. Your handpaws reach hugely engorged proportions, each leg-thick finger needed to barely grope the enormous bubble domes of buttcheeks you grow. Colossal squirrel sheaths shove colossal squirrel cocks between the chasms of your asscracks, cramming into tailholes two at a time or more. Pregnant fluffy squirrelspawn sit upon your shafts until they rise stiff and upright enough to sluice into sloppy squirrelsexes so their daughters can get knocked up by their squirrelmom too. Descendants descend upon every pussy placed upon your body, sometimes under armpits, sometimes making do with bloated-lip squirrelheads along your long row of shoulders.

UniformVixen
nnnhhhs ❤️ She must a-bed, and only hopes she continues to dream this in the unwaking world, until her-our mind is swimming in nothing but hypervirility propegating across the world, across the universe, identities weaving into perfect chittering plurality forever until fixed into this headspace with us where we belong ~ so hard to snooze when throbbing so hard for Squirrel