Swollen With Love (Cock Inflation, (barely) Blowjob)
Pentagon stared at the three foot long, chitiny, fleshy, grey meat stick hanging out in front of him, dripping with thick, milky, precum as it throbbed with veiny intensity.
He nervously gulped, feeling his uvula beginning to shake in fear. “...I swear I hate you, but this obviously proves the opposite,” he said, sweat beading heavily upon his forehead.
It seemed as if his husband’s inflated penis nodded with eager libido, seemingly expanding and prodding softly on Pentagon’s muzzle.
“What’s wrong, Penny? Scared?”
“Scared of what?” Pentagon asked. Oculus’ cock throbbed harder once again. “...that...”
Gripping the pelvis’ end on Oculus’ thighs, Pentagon dipped his head forward, swallowing the prick’s peak entirely, but that was only a small piece.
There was still a good two feet, with the nice favorable breeze of nine inches to go.
Oculus grabbed the tuft of frill on the back of Pentagon’s neck, pulling him closer and bucking his hips forward. That was enough to drill another five inches of beefy, bountiful flesh further into his husband’s throat.
“G-Gauhg!”
Pentagon let out a short moan of surprise and pleasure, gripping harder on Oculus’ thighs.
“Can you fit anymore in there?”
He heard Oculus ask, a less playful and generally questioning and concerned tone in his voice. Pentagon wasn’t normally one to back out of a challenge, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to win this game.
“Mnh-Mm...”
He shook his head. Oculus smiled and pulled his pulsing prick from Pentagon’s maw. “Heh, knew you couldn’t handle it.”
Pentagon rolled his eyes as Oculus pulled him up, tugging him close.
“You’re the worst...” the former complained, looking away. Oculus grabbed his ear, pulling his face toward his own and going in for a hot kiss.
Pentagon pushed up against him, tugging at his shirt.
“Rough fuck?” He asked, rubbing at Oculus’ collarbone with a sensual touch.
“Hell yeah,” Oculus replied with a smirk.
Passion Fruit had wrapped his legs around Umbra’s waist, as the latter held him up so that he was sitting on the kitchen counter. Umbra had been bending forward this entire time, causing his lover to lean back in response to the added weight.
He had been stripped of his lower layer of clothing, meaning that his half-pint wolf cock was hanging free, slowly swaying in response to Umbra’s gripping tightly on his arse cheeks.
“Ah’n!” Passion Fruit lamented, as Umbra drove a heavy strike with his flat palm toward his fleshy backside.
This earned another deep kiss from the yellow were-pony, who wrapped his arms around Umbra as he pulled him closer.
“A-Ah... F-Fuck me...”
Umbra chuckled. “How I love when you beg for me,” he said, unbuttoning his pants and allowing them to drop.
A hanging, charcoal black rod of flesh came to light, and in response, made Passion’s own organs cry for release.
Driving his hips forward, Umbra guided his eager sex in between Passion Fruit’s legs and through the backside’s Heaven’s Gates, throwing his head back in pure ecstasy as he was lead through.
Passion himself was thrown into an upward spiral of pure, unbridled pleasure, feeling his partner dig deeper inside of him with another forceful push.
“Damn...” Umbra cursed with a heavy breath, gripping harder onto Passion’s voluptuous mounds and drilling his large cock into the glorious, golden rosebud calling to him so sweetly.
Passion Fruit, like an exasperated puppy, began panting heavily. Tongue escaping from his toothy jaws, and warm, silky, stringy saliva dripping down onto his chin.
As Umbra bucked his hips forward once again it started to become more of a frequent pattern. One that both of them could enjoy on equal terms.
“Mm...! Mmm...! Mmmm...!” Passion cried every single thrust, driving his finger nails deeper and deeper into the fabric of Umbra’s indigo-colored sweater.
“Ah...” Umbra delivered one sexually charged sigh of his own, feeling his palms up and down Passion’s hips and taking time to appreciate his curvy, bubble butted boyfriend.
Wincing in his own libido, Umbra unleashed one more deep thrust, letting the pleasure from each and every corner of his groin merge together, and finally burst.
Passion’s light, brown eyes rolled back nearly all the way, almost to the point where his pupils were no longer visible.
Sleeping from his ass cheeks and onto the floor was pure, white, baby batter. Produced by the two partners who were so very caught up in their raunchy passion.
Post-Marital (Anal, Spanking, Lube)
Pentagon slowly and lovingly planted tender kisses down Oculus’ naked six pack, making eye contact with his lover after every single kiss.
Suddenly, just as he had reached his husband’s sex, he switched the direction, smooching with the tongue first. He went up until he eventually reached Oculus’ chest, where he gently rubbed his hands, feeling at his pecs.
“So... now that we’re married...” Pentagon started, pressing breathy, hot kisses on Oculus’ neck. He’d gently peck at the crook, then he’d move up to his chin, kissing hard underneath as he would gently nip at the the meat of the neck.
Finally, though, he stopped, inhaling softly.
“...Wanna make some love...?”
As he moved into a more sensual, straddling position on Oculus’ lap, he could feel something graze his naked behind.
Oculus smirked at him. “Forever and always, my love.”
Pentagon responded with a seductive giggle, leaning off his partner’s lap and sauntering to the other side of the bed. He grazed his hand down his waist, then held it at his hip, gently biting his lip and looking back at Oculus.
“You’re not gonna conk out early this time, are you?” He asked, a devilish smile at his lips.
“Can’t promise that. Not with your sexy ass.”
“Mm...” Pentagon finished making his way to the other side, arching his back so that Oculus could see more of his goods from behind.
Oculus was obviously well aware of this as he met him at the other side. “You know what goes well with this?” He asked, slightly leaning over Pentagon’s bare back.
“...Hm...?”
Pentagon instantly felt something oily on his skin, running down the two flesh mounds of his bubble butt and recollecting underneath.
Oculus winced in pleasure, acting like he had never seen anything better than his husband’s greased up glutes.
Pentagon laughed softly in a low, sultry giggle, letting Oculus pull him upward by the abdomen. He turned his head the furthest he could.
Tongue slightly peering from his mouth, Oculus leaned in for a gentle smooch. Pentagon opened his mouth slightly to accept the kiss, but in a more inviting way.
A sloppy kiss was the event that followed, and Oculus pulled Pentagon’s body backwards with the grip he had on his side.
”Clap... clap... clap... clap...”
The slow, greasy slapping of his meat sack against the fleshy, red posterior was the most satisfying sound he had ever heard in days.
“Ahh... ahh... ah... ah...”
Apart from that one. Pentagon did always make cute noises.
Oculus continued to slowly pound Penny’s oily ass cheeks, he himself sighing in great satisfaction as his tongue began to droop from his gaping jaw.
“F-Fuck... O-Oculusssss!”
Until now, Oculus hadn’t realized he had switched up the tempo. Now adjusting to his increased speed, he delivered his begging partner a slap on his right cheek.
The lubricant that rubbed off on his now greasy palm had never turned him on so.
“Ah- Ah- Ah- Ah-!”
To prevent Pentagon from screaming, which at this point, was more than likely, Oculus pulled him even further backward and dove into a kiss, mouth open and all.
The two began sloppily kissing once again, the greasy pounding sound growing increasingly speedier.
Suddenly, Oculus pushed Pentagon down onto the mattress face first. He heard a muffled moan echo through the fabric, so he figured he was really close to some sort of orgasm.
Pushing up so that he was just barely getting onto the bed, he began thrusting at more of an upward angle.
His ten inch meat stick began pounding Pentagon at a higher level now. The cherry-ling clung onto the sheets as Oculus wrapped a hand around his neck from the back, forcing his face still into the mattress.
“A-Ah! Mmm...! Y-Yes...!”
“Fuck...”
Oculus licked his lips as he felt himself get closer and closer to a climax.
Pentagon cried into the sheets as he slightly spread his legs, finally at the end of his string, obviously made of sexual desire.
One string... two string... three string...
And now it was Oculus’ turn.
Bucking his hips even further forward, so hard that it knocked his partner up front, his eyes rolled back as he thrusted as far as he could inside his newly wedded husband.
“Mhm.... fuck, Penny...”
“Oh... Oh god...”
Pentagon raised his head as Oculus allowed him to, the latter bringing the former up and delivering one last, passionate, sloppy kiss from behind.
“Now put me to bed...” Pentagon said, seductively biting his lip.
“With pleasure, my love...”
