Coming Together

A raucous laughing could be heard just outside the room, before the door burst inwards. Holding one another, giggling like a pair of school fillies, two titanic figures moved into the suite. Built similarly, with one only slightly larger than the other, the duo could almost be mistaken for a pair of large, extremely well built women - almost…

At their groins, an unmistakable swell struggled against their dresses. It would have been painfully obvious to anyone that they were packing heat and slightly worked up about something, though neither seemed the slightest bit bashful. As they pressed into the room, with the bigger of the two closing and locking the door behind them, their mirth trailed off.

“Did you see that guy?” Aria snickered, easing herself onto the bed. “The dude’s eyes looked like they were going to bug out of his head!”

Trotting over to her mate, Gear shook her head. “Can you blame him? I mean, you did rub that on his arm,” she noted, nodding to the substantial bulge at the siren’s groin.

The songstress sighed and shrugged, peeking down at the open window on her chest. “I was hoping more people would pay these attention,” she groused, inspecting her cleavage, “but I guess it is a bit hard to miss…” As she trailed off, her eyes wandered towards her crotch.

Shrugging, the mechanic dismissively waved a hand. “Well I fucking love the dress. I basically get to see your cock whenever I want, but it’s damn nice being able to ogle your tits when we’re out and about.”

She genuinely did adore the outfit - then again, she’d picked out and purchased the garment for her fiance. The dress was relatively standard, form fitting like most, but the chest area was what had caught her eye. Appearing somewhat like a brasserie, with fabric covering the central breast area, open windows on the fabric allowed a perfect look at both the cleavage and underboob of the wearer.

Standing over her lover, she gazed down at the absolutely exquisite rack. While she couldn’t say exactly what had gotten the siren excited at their dinner, she knew why she was sporting a semi. Wondering if she should cop a feel or possibly ask her mate to undress, she failed to realize her attention hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“You know,” Aria grunted, slipping one of her heels off, “this spot seems almost perfect for you to tit fuck me.”

Gear shook her head, wondering if she’d heard correctly. “Huh?”

“This spot,” the songstress repeated, patting the mattress besides herself, “would be perfect for you,” she continued, walking her fingers up the dickmare’s leg, “to tit fuck me…”

The mechanic’s eyes sailed from the bed, over to her lover’s face, down to the pair of sumptuous siren rack, and then ultimately to the growing swell under her dress. The math checked out; she could easily get some prime breast meat action without having to squat down or stand on her tiptoes! Pawing at her dress, she began hauling the garment up her legs and over her abdomen. After staring at those sweater puppies all night, she was not about to turn down the opportunity for a little action.

Aria cheerfully hummed to herself, kicking off her other shoe and watching the oversized pony undress. She would be more than happy to give her garment a rather lewd test drive, although that wasn’t the only thing on her mind. Waiting for her paramour to blind herself, while the article was pulled over her head, she struck.

Like a striking cobra, she shot forward, pulled the woman’s underwear down, and freed the hardening behemoth Gear had been hiding all evening. The log of dark, vascular cock flopped downward, not rigid enough to stand on its own, but she had every intention of fixing that. Grabbing the liberated stallionhood in one hand, idly stroking its base, she angled its fat tip towards her face.

Gear would have been upset with the reveal, had it been anyone other than Aria to tease her. As things were, lewd shenanigans were more of a game than anything - a sticky, tricky, and oftentimes obscene game where they’d push and taunt one another to the breaking point. She slowed, allowing herself to be blinded, while the girl played with her cock.

Bringing her face to the mechanic’s groin, Aria took a long, steady breath through her nose. The rich, heady scent of musk flooded her sinuses, sending a shiver up her spine and causing her backdoor to reflexively wink. It didn’t matter how many times they’d done it, she didn’t think she’d ever get sick of the ambrosial aroma of her lover’s loins - still, she couldn’t dally for too long. Lifting the massive tool, she steadily moved her muzzle to the musky area between the girthy root and weighty nuts.

Her lips parted, as her tongue pressed to the trunk-like base of mare-meat. Slathering the shaft with saliva, only periodically stopping to give a delicate kiss here or there, she worked her way up the immense length and to the battering ram-like tip. By the time she was finished, the first bead of pre-cum dangled from the impressive cock-head. As tempted as she was to lick the drop free, she restrained herself - after all, for what she had in mind, she’d need as much lube as she could get.

Only eventually pulling the dress up and over her head, Gear glanced down at the siren and immediately noticed the problem. Knitting her brow, she quickly scanned the room. Though they had brought several bottles of lube with them, they hadn’t unpacked their luggage yet; once they’d checked into the hotel, after their long and exceedingly uncomfortable flight, they’d changed and gone out for dinner. Thankfully, as her eyes moved over the various bits of furniture, she found what she was looking for.

“Hang on,” she grunted, stepping away.

As she turned, her dick swung to one side and slapped the girl’s cheek. Crossing over to a small coffee table, arrayed with gratuities and freebies the hotel provided, she fought the urge to laugh. Cock smacking her mate was just a hilarious byproduct of her actual goal, though she wasn’t about to admit it. Stooping down and picking up a complimentary bottle of lotion, she spun around and stomped back to the songstress.

“This might help,” she snickered, handing the item over.

“Gee...thanks…” Aria flatly noted, glaring up at the woman.

Flipping the cap and emptying the tiny bottle over the mechanic’s shaft, hastily applied the slick substance. The delicate smelling lotion wouldn’t have been ideal for any actual sex, but it would work perfectly for a bit of breast-job action. With the first step complete, she lowered her arms, shifted to face her towering mate, and pressed her heaving bosoms together.

“Well,” she giggled, invitingly grinding her breasts against one another, “are you waiting for an engraved invitation?”

The small jab was the icing on the cake, spurring Gear to act. Stepping forward, making sure she had her angle right, she bent her knees and lowered herself. Though she didn’t have to squat, she wouldn’t feel right just slapping her dong between her lover’s tits - there was, after all, a certain etiquette to such things. Grasping the base of her length, she guided the tip into the under-cleavage of the siren’s breasts, stood, and gently stepped forward.

Like some magic act, staring at her boobs, Aria watched the thick tip of marecock emerge from her between her tits. Grabbing one bosom in each hand, she did what she could to sandwich the colossal tool between them; sadly, there was just too much dick to handle. Even for a girl as stacked as herself, the best she could manage was to make her lover’s meat look like it was in an overstuffed sandwich.

Gear couldn’t care less about the lack of full coverage, given the absolutely sublime view of it. Seated beneath her, doing her damnedest to smash her length between her breasts, the siren looked hot as hell. Unable to resist, she bucked her hips; her member glided between the pair of tits and crashed into the girl’s chin, delivering the lewdest version of an uppercut she’d ever seen.

“Dick,” Aria pouted, petulantly wrapping her lips around the proffered tip.

“Very good, Aria, it is a dick,” Gear chuckled, content to let her mate suckle on her length.

Though Aria was tempted to stop and backsass the woman, she thought better of it. Between looking down the barrel of such a majestic organ, the scent of her virile lover flooding her sinuses, and the salty tang of pre-cum on her taste buds, she had more important things to worry about. Shifting her grip, she seized hold of her nipples and began bobbing her head.

Even if it wasn’t the most ideal situation to throat somebody, she wasn’t about to complain. While she’d only ever been on the giving side of a tit job a handful of times, she knew it was a compelling sight and a damn good opening act for what would undoubtedly be something a bit more depraved. As her tongue ran around the sensitive rim of the woman’s glans, her partner joined her efforts.

Steadily moving her hips forward and back, savoring the girl’s efforts, Gear enjoyed the view. Something about seeing her meat nestled between a perfectly perky and nearly prodigious pair of tits was hotter than hell, even if it meant she was getting a fraction of her member serviced. Resting her hands on her hips, a sudden thought soured her mood.

“God damn it,” she grumbled, looking over at the dresser, “I should’ve been recording this.”

With a soft Pop, Aria retracted her head and broke her vacuum seal on the mechanic’s tool. “You can always get some pics later - besides, I’m pretty sure you’d want a video like that to end with a money shot,” she tittered, continuing to massage the stallionhood with her rack. “And you know I’m gonna want that first shot somewhere in me.”

Scrunching her snout, Gear realized the siren made a damn good point. As she slowly looked back to her fiance, their luggage caught her eye. Besides a few changes of clothes, copious amounts of lube, and a few leather straps, there was something special she’d nearly forgotten about. As much as it pained her to put an end to the tit fucking, the lure of trying something new proved too great.

Without saying a word, she stepped back, liberated her dong, and stepped over to her duffel bag. The cool, uninviting air against her slickened stallionhood was a tragedy, yet it was a small price to pay for what she had planned. Unzipping her bag and digging beneath her clothes, her fingers wrapped around a long, wide, cylindrical object. Knowing she found her prize, she lifted her hand and unveiled her surprise.

“Check this out!” she announced, lifting the XXXL onahole.

Shuffling to the edge of the mattress, Aria’s eyes went alight. “I didn’t know they made them that big!”

“They don’t,” Gear laughed, shifting the item under her arm, “this was a custom order! Damn thing took forever to get here!”

It only took the siren a second to put the pieces together. The sex toy was far too large for a single dickmare to use, even one as profoundly hung like her lover, which could only mean one thing. Scrambling in reverse, leaving her back against the headboard, she pulled her dress up her legs and over her waist. There was only one thing a masturbator of that caliber was designed for, and it required two participants.

Crawling onto the mattress, having fetched one of the bottles of lube they’d brought for themselves, Gear moved towards her mate. Reaching the mid-way point on the mattress, she awkwardly swung her legs ahead of herself and slid forward, bringing her package against her mate’s equipment. With their tools nearly pressed together, the pair grinned over at one another.

“May I?” Aria demurely asked, reaching for the cylindrical plaything.

Offering the toy over to her mate, the mechanic grinned. “By all means, please!”

Holding the onahole over their loins, the siren watched the woman empty nearly half the bottle into the top of the toy. The thing was exceptionally well designed, having an upper opening for easy cleaning or for applications of lubricant. Her smile broadened, as her partner squeezed their cocks together and winked.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Gear hummed.

The heat of the siren’s length was contrasted by the cool, slick silicone of the fuck-toy, as their shafts were enfolded by the rubbery material. It felt interesting - neither amazing nor terrible, but she’d suspected it wouldn’t be anything overly thrilling. The real appeal the contraption was because she got to use it with her lover. Frotting was fun, but this was another matter entirely.

With all the preparations completed, and the cylinder siding down their stallionhoods, the dickmares glanced at each other. Joining the girl, placing her hands on the toy’s sides, Gear nodded over at the girl. In tandem, they slowly lifted their newest marital aid, paused, and slammed it down their lengths.

“This is so hot,” Aria murmured, unable to look away from the device.

One of the most interesting features of the toy was that it was nearly transparent. The soft, inner silicone was secured by a hard, polymer casing, allowing anyone to see what was going on inside the thing. She had to admit, seeing her cock snuggled against her lover’s shaft, the sight was far more arousing than she could have anticipated.

Like her fiancee, Gear was enwrapt by the display. The contrasting colors of their equipment was almost magical, as they plunged in and out of the clear toy. As the seconds dragged by, the synthetic material warmed from their body heat and grew slick with their pre-cum. Before she knew it, as if in a trance, the pair were moving the onahole faster and faster.

“You - Mmmph - think it’ll hit the ceiling?” Aria grunted, wondering if one or both of their loads would paint the popcorn spackle above them.

With her eyes locked on the action, Gear dumbly nodded. She honestly wasn’t sure what the siren had said, but she felt sure it wasn’t too important. Feeling her lover throb against her, wondering who would last longer, her impulses gradually took hold. Besides pistoning the toy over their tools, she began bucking her hips.

Aria was quick to join the woman, thrusting up and into the onahole. What had started as a fun, novel bit of foreplay steadily became something all the more passionate. Moving out of sync, unintentionally taking turns railing the thing, they moved harder and faster with each passing second. Unfortunately, as they quickly found out, the awe inspiring might of two mighty dickmares was too much for the item to bear.

A large fissure split the toy’s side, moments before a second fracture worked across one handle. The poor thing simply hadn’t been designed to withstand carnal forces of their magnitude, despite being a custom order. With a loud Crack, the polymer shell broke into two neat pieces, causing the mechanic to fall backwards.

Suddenly finding herself on her back, peering up at the ceiling, it took Gear a moment to process what had happened. Lifting and staring at her hand, seeing the broken handle in her grip, she scowled. The damn thing was brand new and the salesman had sworn it could handle her and her finance! Snarling, she pushed herself up and heaved the broken hunk of plastic across the room.

“Piece of shit,” she growled, glaring down at the ruined toy.

As badly as Aria wanted to laugh, she restrained herself. It was clear that her lover was none too pleased with the development - not only because the custom plaything had likely cost a bit, but because they’d busted it on the first time using it - so she kept her mouth shut. Hauling the destroyed remains of the thing up and off their dicks, and tossing it over the side of the bed, she extended her arm and patted the woman’s shoulder.

“It’s not that big of a deal, really,” she muttered, trying to think of something - anything to salvage their evening.

Things had been going wonderfully, up until that point, so she’d hate to end the afternoon on a sour note. Glancing to the side, spying the mini fridge, she remembered something. It wasn’t the first time she’d stayed in that hotel before and, if memory served her, her salvation might just be resting in the ice box. Swinging her legs up and over to the side of the mattress, taking care not to accidentally kick her mate, she moved away from the woman.

Thoroughly displeased with the turn of events, Gear’s eyes tracked the girl hop from the bed and trot to the side of their suite. “What are you doing?”

The siren held up a finger, as she bent over and opened the miniature refrigerator. Sure enough, just as she hoped, salvation awaited her. Snatching up several items within the tiny, chilled chest, she turned and cheerfully displayed her findings. “Care for a drink to calm your frazzled nerves?”

Spotting the large, green bottle and pair of champagne flutes in the girl’s hands, the woman’s frown faltered. Her lover always had a knack of knowing just what to say or do to cheer her up - that is, when she wasn’t getting deviled and ruthlessly teased. Shaking her head, swearing she’d get a full refund for the defective and lamentably fragile toy, she pushed herself up and slid to the edge of the mattress.

“We don’t need the glasses,” she remarked, seeing her mate set the flutes on the dresser’s surface. “We could just - Hey,” she blurted, as the songstress abruptly turned and strutted to the a door leading to the terrace, “what are you -”

“If you want to have some,” Aria purred, peering over her shoulder at the nude woman, “come out here and join me…”

It was a calculated move, one she realized the mechanic would seize. Considering she’d known Gear for a long, long time, she was well aware of the woman’s predisposition for public shenanigans. While neither of them may have been outright exhibitionists, they both had a weakness showing off or taunting one another while out and about. As she sauntered outside, swinging invitingly swinging her hips, she reached the guard rail, bend over, and wiggled her tush.

Gear knew it was bait, but that sure as hell didn’t stop her. Their room was on the twelfth floor of the building, not to mention it was night outside, so the chances of anyone seeing them were relatively slim - not like she’d give a shit if anyone actually did see them. Taking her time, wondering what the little minx had in store for her, she noticed the siren’s hand shift. Reaching back, without a care in the world, the girl flipped her dress and pulled it to the side, exposing her exquisitely pillowy rear and the pair of weighty, pendulous nuts hanging below.

“All we have is the champagne,” Aria sighed, sinking her fingers into the cleft of her ass, “but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t serve me something stiff.”

Prying her buns apart, giving the woman an unfettered view of her exquisitely well-trained backdoor, she snickered to herself. Questionable joke or not, presenting herself would definitely be the icing on the lewd cake. With her head turned, looking out over the twinkling lights of the city, the sound of hastening footfalls caught her ear - jackpot.

“Before you get too excited,” she tutted, holding out the bottle of bubbly, “put this somewhere. I’d hate to drop it and give someone a concussion.”

Though Gear slowed and scrunched her snout, she did as asked. Snatching the jeroboam from her mate’s grasp, she stepped back and set the bottle onto one a small patio table between two outdoor chairs. With the distraction out of the way, she turned her attention back to the lustful siren lounging against the balcony. As she licked her lips and slowly stroked her length, her eyes never left the delectable booty before her.

Feeling a pair of hands lock around her hips, Aria shivered. She was tempted to look back, or even throw her ass into reverse and impale herself, yet she remained almost completely motionless - almost. With her right hand free, she reached back and pulled the cheeks of her tush apart. Supported by her rib-cage, which rested against the railing, one breast slipped from out of her top.

“Fuck me, stud,” she snarled, momentarily relaxing her grip to spank herself.

The demand, paired with the slap, view, and the fact that she’d been effectively edged for the better part of half an hour, demolished what little self control Gear had left. Guiding her tool with one hand, she stepped forward and ground her length into the girl’s taut confines. She didn’t quite hilt herself instantly, allowing her mate some time to adjust, but she was definitely done with wasting her time. Watching the siren writhe beneath her, hearing the stifled whimpers of delight, she only slowed when every inch of her length was buried within her mate.

“Hope you’re ready for this,” she chuckled, grabbing her lover’s wrists, “because I am not going to be gentle.” As if to punctuate the statement, she fiercely bucked her hips and sent the girl’s other tit spilling from the dress.

Throwing her head back and loudly moaning, if only to provoke her mate, Aria shuddered. “I’d be disappointed if you weren’t,” she purred.

Despite being partially immobilized, she was far from helpless. Bracing her legs and clenching her pucker around the deliciously girthy cock, she swung her hips back. She was technically a switch, although her preference for bottoming had given her a veritable arsenal of skills and tricks to use against tops. Ineffectual tugging her arms, feigning weakness, she peeked up and back at the towering amazoness.

“I hope nobody sees - Mmmph!” her provocation came to a swift and immediate end, as the muscular woman started pounding her from behind.

While Gear had been gracious enough to savor the initial intrusion, the constant teasing had become more than she could stand. She knew good and damn well that the siren was stronger than that, since she’d been literally pinned down and fucked by the girl on several occasions, so the pitiful attempt at seduction was just that - pitiful - that being said, she absolutely loved being fucked with and by the slutty little idol.

Something about them had just clicked shortly after they met. They were roughly the same size, with comparable strength, and they shared the same profound sexual drive - sure, one preferred to top and the other tended to bottom, but that only meant their needs would be sated all the more. Though neither could have expected finding the perfect mate, they had all the same. Beyond the rampant and often destructive sexual bouts they shared, they truly cared for one another.

“Harder,” Aria demanded, as the thick medial ring in her tush brutalized her prostate.

Twisting her arms, she seized hold of the mechanics wrists and hauled herself back to meet each thrust. Her unmolested cock swung beneath her, steadily leaking pre-cum to the cool balcony floor, while her body rhythmically rocked forward. It was absolutely perfect; there she was, getting plowed where anyone could see her, yet she couldn’t be happier.

Gear tightened her grip, fiercely pulling upon her mate while furiously pounding her lover. The warm, snug confines of the siren’s ass were as amazing as they were mysterious; regardless of how many times she ruined the girl’s hole, it somehow managed to remain just tight enough to thoroughly milk her. Shifting her technique, transitioning from a series of steady, deep thrusts to a jackhammering motion, she pummeled the delicate organ in the girl’s rear.

“Moan for me bitch,” she growled, draping herself over her mate’s back.

Before the woman had even finished speaking, Aria did just that. Throwing her head back, her depraved howl cut through the night air. Standing on her tiptoes and squeezing the massive stallionhood rearranging her insides, she pined for more. Between using the toy and having her tits played with, she knew she wouldn’t last all that long - still, even if she didn’t outlast her mate, she wouldn’t be fully satisfied until she had an ass full of foal-batter.

Securing her upper hand, a domineering smirk split Gear’s muzzle. She could have slown, drawn out the moment and made the girl beg for more, but she saw no need. They had the hotel for the better part of a week and, as far as she was concerned, one of them was going to be balls deep in the other at least three or four times a day. Shifting ever so slightly, she leveled the full force of her rutting against the siren.

Clenching her jaw, Aria desperately railed against the seemingly endless tide of bliss. Without so much as touching herself, her cock gradually flared and throbbed maddeningly under her. Her toes curled, her erect nipples continually brushed against the cold guardrail, and her heart thundered in her chest, while she fought her impending climax. Sadly, as her mate drew back and ground the massive cock-head against her p-spot, her composure broke.

As her eyes rolled to the back of her skull, and spunk gushed from her twitching stallionhood, she brayed to the heavens. The sound escaping her was worlds apart from the slatternly mewling from before, reaching octaves which should have been impossible for mere mortals. It was the ultimate symphony, tapping her latent abilities as a siren and surely catching anyone within earshot’s attention. Overcome with passion, she scarcely noticed her lover’s motions slow.

Gear couldn’t help herself. She could only describe the sounds of her mate as beautiful - lustful and intoxicatingly provocative, but beautiful nonetheless. The haunting tune was beyond captivating, momentarily wrenching her attention from the carnal affair at hand. Her momentary distraction cost her dearly; though the girl had just suffered through a tectonic climax, she was swiftly and brutally shoved backwards.

Thrown off balance, her arms shot out to her sides and fruitlessly pinwheeled - alas, it was no use. Falling back, she crashed almost perfectly onto one of the patio chairs. The skewered siren followed her down, landing on her lap and hilting her in the process. Everything happened so fast that it took her a moment to orient herself, a fact which the girl was all too quick to exploit.

It wasn’t the first time Aria had toppled a top, nor would it be the last, so she knew exactly what to do. The post-climactic clarity gave her an edge over the muscular mechanic, yet she realized she’d need to act fast. Splaying her legs, shuffling her knees onto the chair, she straddled her lover and started bouncing. Having just had the cum fucked out of herself, she could focus on earning a rich, creamy load from her mate.

By the time Gear eventually got her bearings, the songstress was already at work. The view of the soft, succulent siren ass bucking on her was exquisite, almost as good as the doggy, but that wasn’t the best part; the best part was that she could relax and let the girl do most of the work. A contented sigh escaped her, as she relished the girl’s unparalleled ministrations.

Aria could have let the woman lay back and relax, but that wasn’t her MO - not in the slightest. Reclining backwards, after placing her feet to either side of the chair, she rested herself on her fiance. The position didn’t give her quite as much freedom of movement as traditional cowgirl, but that wasn’t an issue. As soon as her back pressed against the dickmare’s chest, a pair of hands slipped under her arms.

“You just had to have all of my attention,” Gear affectionately grunted, railing the girl atop her.

Gyrating her hips and constricting her backdoor, Aria turned her head and winked at the woman. “Like you don’t love it…”

Playing with the siren’s tits, twisting and tugging on each nipple, Gear smirked to herself. The girl’s substantial size and bulk would have pinned or possibly crushed anyone smaller or less sturdy than herself; mercifully, she didn’t have anything to worry about. Bracing her feet on the edge of the chair, feeling the metal buckle, she plowed her mate like a field in spring.

Even with the abrupt change positioning, the pair quickly acclimated to their positions. Aria wantonly bucked her hips, effectively deep-dicking herself on the woman, while Gear rutted her from below. It really was a perfect setup, and both knew the mechanic’s endurance could only last for so long, but there was something they wanted - no, needed to do. Reaching over her shoulder, dancing her fingers through her lover’s mane, the siren turned the dickmare to face her.

As their eyes met, with their bodies moving in harmony, their faces silently moved towards one another. One of the most magical things about their relationship was that each instinctively knew what the other tended to want; it was a type of intimacy which surpassed the sexual and it was a testament to how close they’d become. Leaning in, their lips met under the moonlight.

Sloppily kissing and fucking her lover, Gear’s endurance waned. The drumbeat of her fucking gradually lost cohesion, devolving into a frantic, almost panicked series of desperate thrusts. Her weighty nuts retracted to her groin, the profound tip of her stallionhood swelled and expanded to more than double its original size, and the breath hitched her throat. Teetering on the brink, holding off to the very last minute, she was undone by two small words.

“Do it,” Aria hissed, biting the woman’s lower lip.

The command and twinge of pain did Gear in, casting her into the oblivion of ecstasy. Unlike her mate, who’s climactic howl was almost musical and enchanting, her bestial roar was like that of a triumphant titan. Pints of rich, virile foal-batter surged through her pulsing length and surged into the girl above her. Screwing her eyes closed, relishing the though of claiming her lover for the umpteenth time, she rode out her bliss.

Though Aria had gotten off only a few minutes prior, the sheer volume of spunk flooding her depths became too much to handle. A second load of siren spunk squirted and dribbled from her semi-rigid shaft, coating the chair and their legs. As she peeked down her chest, between her heaving bosoms, she watched her gut slowly swell and distend. Becoming a walking, talking, singing condom for her mate was always a jaw dropping experience, especially when she was able to watch it happen.

Grunting softly to herself, while her blinding pleasure was replaced by the warm, dream-like stupor of a damn good nut, Gear accidentally flexed her legs just a bit too hard. The lower frame of the chair immediately snapped, causing the piece of furniture to crumple beneath them. Though it was a regrettable turn of events, the sheer absurdity of it drew a chuckle from the couple. They’d each cum at least once, plus the chair couldn’t be that expensive to replace, so they couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.

“God damn,” the siren huffed, rubbing her cum-swollen belly, “you really did a number on me.”

“Just wait until you get another two or three in you,” Gear guffawed, “it’s still early!”

Looking back and smiling at her lover, something caught Aria’s eye. The champagne rested on the table beside them, somehow having remained in place throughout their lustful bout. Extending an arm, pawing at the bottle, she scrunched her snout. “Little help?”

Piquing a brow, seeing what her mate was reaching for, Gear snatched up the bottle and fiddled with the lid. “If you wanted something to drink, I wouldn’t mind pumping a second load into that pretty little face of yours.”

Throwing herself back, Aria stole the champagne from the woman’s grasp. “As if - I mean, yeah, I’d let you fuck my face, but what if I wanted to lay you over the bed and pound your muzzle?”

“Or…” Gear began, thoughtfully rubbing her chin, “you could pin me against that wall and screw me until the cops get called.”

“I bet you’d love that you big slu - Ack!” the siren yelped, as the cork sprang from the bottle.

A deluge of bubbly cascaded over them, drenching her dress and washing some of the cum from their bodies. A deafening silence hung over them, before the pair began to giggle then roar with laughter. Given that they both desperately needed a bath, neither was put off by the spontaneous, alcoholic shower.

“You were saying? Big slu…” Gear trailed off, grinning up at the girl.

“Big slut,” Aria clucked, rocking back and kissing the woman’s nose, “but you’re my big slut.”

After taking a rather generous swig from the bottle, she passed the champagne back to her mate. They still needed to unpack, clean up, and write a very angry email to the company who’d made the fragile toy they’d broken, but those could wait until later. For the time being, the pair wanted little more than to enjoy one another’s company, bask in the moonlight, and quietly wonder how many people they’d woken up fucking like animals...