Too fuckin' hawt....givin' Master Boshi wat wuz needed n' wanted...lookit how calm he is now, brain filled wit incredible amounts o' horn, an invadin' head hotdogged 'tween two, greasy, bubbly buttcheeks, tha sheer weight o' 'em forcin' fellow servant Geno to crouch undaneath, fulfillin' his figurative purpose as a literal puppet, bound to dat ass, a thrill he had thirsted fo' in tha back of 'is head, as he felt boirumps were mo' rarer n' special than tha supply o' behinds females possess, n' he wuz nearly goaded to serve Croco's posterior subconsciously, but tha 'venturer-comes-first' attitude had successfully waned dose thoughts fo' a time, as he felt it 'wasn't like him' to go fo' such a lowly act fer sumone like himself, n' dis wuz sumthin which he regretted immensely, but once he ventured out wit tha nimbus on a crisp mornin', on a small excursion to know o' deir surroundins' out in tha warm, Spring air, n' den happened ta come across n' witness firsthand a slender, hourglassed backside leadin' to da pinnacle o' voluptuous masculinity--which are dem perfect cheeks--his venturin' side hadn't prepared itself fo' dis groundbrekin' moment, but his perverted side unabashedly came out full fuckin' force!

His head leapt into dat tight asscrack which devoured 'im, n' his shaky-kneed body stayed in place behind his blue-scaled dommy as he wuz den immediately forced to kneel befo' his newfound Master after Boshi sat his faceplunged buttock atop dat lucky pipe's ridge, wit tha restricted doll forced ta hear his own, shaky breaths fueled by crazy, buttified ecstacy as dey bounce deir steaminess back into 'is cramped face, n' his eyesight restricted by tha musty cave, where he can kinda see a--no, a blessed duo o' palewhite buttlips sittin' smack-dab in da center o' his hampered sights, but bein' bestowed wit so much boibum, he legit luvs da total struggle o' squeezin' 'side dat deep buttcrack in anti-claustrophobic pleasure as his ebony hands hug tha shiny bottom, feelin' tha taut softness o' all dat glorious bootymeat rubbin' 'gainst his flat palm, n' full-well knowin' his wooden face prolly'll be swole n' bootystank afterwards from his superior's moistmusk, which is sumthin' he sees as a challenge fer tha proceedin' worshipins' bein' Boshi's oralbottomer while his organic oddtongue zigzags inside dat puffylipped asshole excitedly after already frenchin' dem swollen lips, crammin' every single texture, angle n' overall taste o' 'em into his brain as his tongue keeps on violently ticklin' dat shy puffer pleasurably, maybe motivated to find dat G-spot that'll make his assgiver moan in pleasure, or even a nice deposit o' anusjuice to run down his puckerliccer, tha taste o' it all mos' likely makin' Geno sexually frustrated by tha fact dat he's been perpetually chastised by 'is featureless crotch, wishin' he had dem boibits to prematurely 'jaculate a whole cumsplatter on tha ground--which'll inevitably expand towards Boshi's sockedsole n' baretoes which he'll clean off ta eat booty again, no question--or hell, even a damn boicunt to shotgun streams o' pussyjuice out of, but regardless, his mind n' tongue are da only things evident o' fullblown lust in dis current act.

Meanwhile big ol' cutie Mallow maintains his role as da blowbitch, eyes instinctively wincin', but his mind wuz so ready to adapt from tha life o' a young, pussycat adventurer who wuz steadily buildin' his courage, to bein' tamed by da Daddycock, as his cowardliness didn't make 'im act on tha ambush, n' instead he saw a pink cockhead right in fronta him, which kissed his feebly-tightlipped mouth befo' rammin' itself straight into 'is mouf, penetratin' n' changin' his mindset fer tha betta from now on, to neva again be tha one to turn down anotha's wishes, much less tha ones o' His Own Majesty's dat he's servin' right now...not dat he minds it, tho, havin' tha thicc, veiny, jawstretchin' throbber slish n' slosh its way thru his adawwable n' cushiony throatpussy, tongue forced ta move in tune wit tha harsh, back n' forth facefuckin' he's graced wit, thinkin' 'bout inside his feeble, fragile, lil' mind 'why in all my life was dick not given to me sooner?!', assumin' befo' dis dat gettin wit a girl wuz da way ta go, dat bois should only be friends wit each otha, n' dat peepees were jus' used to take pisses, not grow to such heavenly lengths dat can be orally milked fo' all its danglin' nuts' worth...!

N' right now, he adores bein' a boiluvin' boi, n' to be able to consume whole a slab o' livin', aggressive meat makes 'im so very happy, tastebuds endlessly brushin' undercock while he jus' luvs swallowin' his own globs o' spit n' His Highness' salty cockjuice as he slobs on dat pole, lettin' it all splash into his pre-preggo boitummy, n' thru n' thru, tha concocted combo o' liquids basically tasted all Boshi by dis point, n' he feels so grateful ta be tha one his Master chose as his personal oralfronter, n' tha condition o' his lustified mind is represented outwardly by maybe two examples--tha possible bulge o' expanded cloud grindin' 'gainst his pants n' stainin' 'em wit pre, n' mos def tha flood o' liquids dat tha erect meat is swimmin' 'tween his cheeks dat is now runnin' down his cherubic face, tha same face bein' repetitiously slammed into by His Majesty's walnuts, size so big dey're jus' enuff fer lite abuse dat pleases tha cloudboi, n' big enuff fer sum audible growlin', wherein lays resident sperm gettin' warmed up thru all three bois in heat, waitin' fo' tha moment dey are released from deir cozy prison, n' shot straight thru da phat tube dat constitutes as tha boner's undaside n' a great tonguepleaser, which is jus' as, if not greater than dat asshole tha wooden doll is helpin' 'imself to, eagerly waitin' fer tha moment dem big asslips convulse on his pink asspleaser as Big Boshi reels back wit a long moan in homoerotic pleasure, tha recoil of tha explosive gasm causin' his baddonkadonk to press down on Geno's lil' body tenfold while tha lively figurine continues ta eat wit such a sexcrazed high dat his whole tongue sinks into dat juicy rectum dat's ready to be tonguetwirled as his 'jaculatin' yoshi clamps both hands to tha back of tha cloudy head which succed 'im off wonderfully, shovin' his whole girthlength down into tha nimbus' belly, makin' Mallow's tearyeyes open wide to witness his own lips touchin' belly n' scrotesag wit profound affection while slappin' his hand 'gainst one o' dem twerkable asscheeks as a sign o' his instinctive, futile straightside attemptin' to stop tha gushy blessins' bein' poured into dat pudgy, teapot bod o' his as he feels his own body 'flate n' grow wit purebred Yoshispunk....

But thru such different practices, both Geno n' fellow sub-in-pleasin' Mallow will have a unifyin' thought process--to forget whateva fuckin' worthless cause dey strived towards' previously, as it would n' will be foreva ovashadowed by tha genuine thought dat it's neva bad havin' yer fate lead to bein' tha toi of a femboi.