Balros !!!!! Oh, oh oh love We're resting our big, swollen, sweaty paws after volunteering extra hours at the con. UniformVixen extra hours? oh gosh. time to take a load off inside one or two or five of me. We'll get them all licked off and kissed clean while you work. Balros Balros reaches out needfully for his squirrel grrlfriend, paws clutching onto your hips, your ass, your balls, your breasts, your belly, and four more on your sheath. All fourteen of his big handpaws lift-pull-drag-heft you up and into his lap, stuffing squirrelshafts into every warm hole behind your balls. He sits back, puts his HUGE footpaws up, each toe more than a mouthful for the multiple Sigils tasked with washing them off. UniformVixen struggles to get in close enough, all that squirrel meat on all of hers. Massive chests in pairs and quadruples and triplets, as thick squirrel lips and hot, dextrous tongues work over your absolutely massive footpaws, cheering multitudes of Sigil going to work to massage and kiss and clean every last escalating inch of FEET presented while your grrlfriend shimmies in comfortably, winding sets of arms between yours to tease, to caress, to touch and welcome your company with contact after contact, filling into all your hands with creaking strain of never-enough jumpsuit. God, the way she sucks kisses from your mouth in your lap, eyes intently gazing deep into yours as she acclimates to her new throne, pressing down on your inches, bulging herself out on the sheer mass of squirrellust you so casually couple into her. She is home, and she aims to make you feel at home too. <3 Balros Breasts, breasts, breasts; he so loves the chests upon his beloved broodmate. Palms plucking at fat nipples, fingers pushing and pressing and sifting through furred flesh. Those huge digits of his flex into lapping tongues and push into gulping throats, his entire footpaws surging larger as he relaxes and decompresses their true size. Balros's love pulses deep within the depths of his feminine hyper-endowed lover, freely letting his sheath spill forth penises that pump bigger and bigger. Every single one of them clenched deep within the depths of hot, endlessly accepting squirrelgrrl. Kissing with him causes his lips to fill out fat and plump, and makes the gazing eye contact all the more romantic. UniformVixen 's belly bulges obscenely, practically litter-swollen with just your intrusions, rounded firm and taut by your light gushing of precum. There's just so much of you, her body can't help but become more capacative, captive and eager for the needful flesh you can't help but sink into her. She teases out the plush, swollen kissing lips to crowd and frame your beautiful teeth, nuzzling in, heaving forward, rocking again and again as you plungs into her multiplying cunts, and roll her nipple-cunts in to plant their own wet kisses over your sweat-steaming body as she tangles fingers with you, double-thumbs gripping a pair or two of enlarged hands, her body soon in casual rutting motion just to feel the feet after feet of thick, ruinous squirrelbreeders pass through and into her again. She has so missed it. Her multitude behind her coo and gasp in relayed delight, your velvet toepads each kissed off on obscenely as the chorus of Sigil's each in their own individual way bust easily out of rhteir jumpsuits in individual releases of flesh, the mounting musk smell between us flooding the room and intoxicating the bodies of her sisterself, the scent of her gushing cum and pussyjuices further scenting the air.