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One for the Fans
It was a sunny summer day, with naught a cloud in the sky to impede the warm sunlight streaming down from above and raining, perhaps mercilessly, on the ponies down below. The perfect weather to laze around in, preferably at the beach or, in Pipp's case, at a pool. She preferred them to the sea, in all honesty. Cleaner, calmer water, and no sand to worry about. Being only a short walk away from her hotel room helped, especially when one was staying at a place as expensive and luxurious as she was.
She could afford it, and she liked the comforts that came with it. Being a successful actress and co-star of the huge hit that was Make Your Mark and its short form spin-off series meant she had quite a bit of money to her name, and that was before one took into account the other kind of acting she got up to. She was, quite certainly, one of the most successful OnlyFriends models on the site, partly on account of the sheer quantity of material she recorded for it. She liked doing it though. Maybe that made her a slut, but ponies were more than accepting of it. And on the matter of her content, she did have to record something new later that day.
Such were the thoughts that went through her head as she lazed beneath a large and colourful beach umbrella, lying on her recliner chair and dripping off the water that had soaked into her wings and mane and coat, wearing a golden bikini and not anything else beside a pair of sunglasses. She'd let herself dry a while longer, then go back to her room. Just so it wasn't so damn hot when she got there. Maybe she'd take a few pictures of her ass that day. Her fans did so love her rather sizeable behind, both naturally large and helped along by the not insignificant layer of chub she had. She wasn't quite fat, and most of it went to her bottom anyway, but she wasn't slim like any of the other actors on the show, especially not Zipp. She also wasn't all too busty like Izzy was. That suited her just fine, though. She was the one making thousands off her figure after all, clearly it couldn't be all bad.
As she adjusted her position, grinding said huge behind into her seat, she became aware of a sound in the nearby water. Splashing and sloshing of the pool that seemed to specifically close in on her. She'd developed a sort of intuition for when someone was approaching her, after so many instances of fans of both her careers doing just that when they ran into her in public. She was always open to them, of course. They were the reason she could afford to stay at a place like that, after all!
Her sixth sense turned out to be right, as after a few seconds of the sound lingering at the edge of the pool a light voice spoke up in a tone just as light. "Hey. Excuse me, Miss. I don't mean to intrude, but are you who I think you are?"
Pipp smirked. Maybe she was an attention whore for it, but she loved hearing the awe and praise she elicited from fans. She slowly pushed herself up, theatrically whipped her mane, flipped up her glasses, and gave the visitor her most charming smile and enticing look. "That depends. Do you think I'm the most beautiful and successful actress slash singer around the block?" She neglected to mention her less work-safe activities. No reason to assume he was that kind of fan, even if they probably outnumbered even those the shows had.
The pony in the pool was a lithe stallion with a soft face; so lithe she almost mistook him for a mare at first glance. He reminded her of Comet in that sense, only he was somehow even more girlish. His coat was a pale pink, almost close to white, and his two-tone pink and light blue mane with white highlights between the two colours hung in a curl over his right eye. His tufted ears and the fangs barely visible in his parted mouth identified him as a bat pony, something Pipp confirmed as she spotted his leathery wings folded behind him come into view while his body bobbed up and down in the water. She didn’t know why, but never having met one in person she would have expected a bat pony's body to have darker shades than that. The one in front of her was practically candy-coloured though. His bright blue eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he recognised her. He gave a little excited gasp, covering his mouth with a hand. "Oh my goodness, it really is you! I'm your biggest fan!"
Pipp held her chuckle at the irony. He wasn’t the first to have said that, and he certainly wasn’t all that big, but she didn’t want to seem like she was mocking him for it. Barring those on the younger end, almost everyone she'd ever met could be said to be bigger than him. Though looking at him better she surmised he was probably as old as her, so he was just a shorty. Even more than she was. "What can I do for you, dear?" she asked in a friendly tone. "I'm afraid I can't sign any autographs at the moment, but I can probably get you one later, if you don't need to leave."
He shook his head, sending stray drops of water splashing around from his wet mane. "No, I'll be staying at this hotel for a while. No need to, though, really, just meeting you and getting to talk to you is enough. Gosh, if I had known you were staying here sooner..." His eyes sparkled as he stared at the distance, then he shook his head again and focused on her once more. "What brings you here? Pleasure, I assume?"
Pipp nodded. "It'll be a bit before we get together to work on the next season, so I'm just enjoying myself for the time being." She reached to the little table beside her chair, fetched the cool drink she'd left half finished there, and took a slow sip of it through the silly straw. Those things had exploded in popularity ever since being featured in the show, and she couldn't outrun them no matter where she went. She tried a little to not make her sucking resemble the way she would suck dick, but she couldn't really help herself! She'd had ample practice. She caught a glint in the stallion's eyes that told her maybe he was that kind of fan, after all. Setting her drink down, she asked, "What's your name, by the way? It's not fair only you get to know mine."
A giggle escaped his lips, a light and airy sound that she had to admit was kinda cute. "Sweetie Swirl," he responded, "at your service." The wink he gave afterward was drenched in confidence, she gave him that.
Pipp laughed. "Well, what can I do for you, Sweetie?" She put an inflection on the last word, like it was a pet name. No harm in a little teasing, she thought. "Do you want a picture together or something?"
"Oh, no, really, it's fine. I'm happy just getting to talk to you," he said with genuine excitement, voice sounding giddy and eyes shining. His cute smile seemed frozen on his face.
Pipp figured she might as well indulge him, not like she had anything else to do. "Okay then, what do you want to talk about?" She lazily leaned forward to lie onto her belly over the recliner, propping her head up with her hands. Her ass was clearly visible over her head from where Sweetie was, but she didn't mind one bit.
"Weeell, uh..." He pursed his lips. "I'm not sure I'm allowed to say." He seemed to be getting a little bashful, and blushing a bit.
"Oh, come on, don't be shy," Pipp urged him on. "I'm sure it's nothing I haven't heard before."
"Ah, well..." Sweetie had a look around, and a moment later Pipp understood it was to make sure there weren't any foals nearby. In a lower tone, he said, "It's about your other job."
"Oh, psh." Pipp waved a hand dismissively and gave him a big smile. "There's no need to be awkward about that! I'm happy to talk about it." Then, in a more sultry tone, she added, "I take it you're one of my subscribers, huh?" She arched her eyebrows teasingly, and flexed her thighs so her ass rose up for a moment behind her.
Sweetie blushed a bit more, eyes clearly drawn to her fat ass, but then chuckled. "Yep. I buy all your clips too." He nodded.
"My, such a loyal customer." Pipp kept up her flirty tone, amused by his reactions. "And what exactly would you like to know about my activities?"
She noticed then how Sweetie seemed to be resting on some kind of pool float, maybe a tube of some sort. She couldn't really see much, only the rounded tip of it bobbing near his chest in time with his body. Her attention was drawn back to his face as he spoke. "Well, I was curious, how often do you record? Because you upload so often, do you do it in bulk or do you do it every day?"
"Ah, well, I just do it often, really. A few minutes every day, sometimes half an hour or so, one or two hours the odd time I make something longer. Really it's not a lot of work considering how well it pays." She winked back at Sweetie. "Not that I don't also enjoy doing it. It gets a bit harder when I'm doing shoots for the series of course, but usually I still find some time when the day is done. Mostly short content during those days though." She idly twirled her wet mane around a finger. She'd have to style it properly later. "I have thought about inviting some of the others for a shoot, but we haven't found the proper time yet. I know ponies have been clamouring for a collab with Zipp..." Her voice trailed off, her mind wandering towards all the not-at-all conspicuous moments Pipp had admired her colleague's body. Generous layers of muscle and a near perfect ass to boot... She shook those thoughts out of her head. "Anyway, yeah, mostly a day to day thing. I was thinking about shooting something later, actually, once I get back to my room."
Sweetie gasped at that. "Really?" His voice grew hesitant again. "I... I don't mean to overstep, but could I see it happen? It's okay if not, of course, I get it."
Pipp pursed her lips and tilted her head, thinking about the prospect. She had to admit it was fun to tease the thirsty little twink, and it wasn't like he wouldn't see her lewd content anyway. On the other wing, they were going to be paid content, not something she'd just give out for free. Business was business, after all!
She looked down and was met with his large, expecting eyes. He did say he was a repeat customer, so why not repay the loyalty? She shrugged her shoulders. It could be fun to have a pair of eyes around for once, maybe he'd even help her judge what looked the hottest. "Sure," she said casually. "Just don't mess up the shots and you can get to watch."
"Oh! That's great!" Sweetie beamed in happiness. "Let me get washed and fetch my things." He began to climb out of the pool.
Pipp froze. As she saw the stallion pull himself out of the water, she realised two things. One: what she'd spotted wasn't a float or anything of the sort, though it was so huge there was no wonder she'd mistaken it for one. Two: it was quite possible Sweetie Swirl, and she could see his cutie mark fit his name well, really was her biggest fan, for a given meaning of the words.
Sweetie's cock was fucking massive, and that was probably still an understatement! It was thicker than his arms were, and so long it hung like a third leg at half-mast. It looked downright ridiculous attached to his small frame, further accentuating its enormous size, but even on a regular stallion it would have been simply huge. His balls were sized to match, two enormous round orbs hanging between his legs that she was surprised didn't give him trouble while walking. His tiny piece of swimwear did little to contain any of it, a triangle of fabric between his balls stretched so thin it may as well have been painted on. Her mouth hung open in shock and she had to do a double take, wiping her eyes with a forearm to make sure she wasn't imagining things.
Sweetie easily took notice of her reaction, and a cocky smile spread on his lips. He posed in front of her, putting his full length on display, the long shaft throbbing and bobbing slightly. Water dripped down the length of his dick, sliding over his balls and falling down onto the side of the pool, giving his tool a sheen that only further invited Pipp's gaze, and at the same time made it seem all the more unreal of a thing. And yet it was entirely real, hot and throbbing flesh and blood attached to his body. "See something you like?" he asked her, suddenly reversing their roles and for once doing the teasing rather than being the one teased.
Pipp opened and closed her mouth uselessly a couple of times, then finally managed to tear her eyes away from the pillar of virility between Sweetie's legs and towards his angelic face. She gave a really strained laugh, and it was clear her attention was being drawn back to his cock like the needle of a compass is drawn north. "Yeah..." She swallowed, and hazarded another look. She swallowed again, realising her mouth had started to fill up with drool. It wasn't the only part of her body leaking at the sight, either. "That... sure is something," she said, stricken with awe.
Sweetie gave a confident chuckle. "Most mares seem to think that, yeah. Most of them can't even take it all." The unspoken challenge in his words was clear. "Anyway. Let me go get cleaned up and dried and grab my things." He turned around and walked towards his own spot along the pool, giving Pipp an all around view of his tool as he did.
Pipp sat there in stunned silence until he was far enough from view, then shook herself out and started preparing. She took a quick shower, dried herself off, and rolled up her towel, all the while her mind was stuck elsewhere. With that, she was ready to go. Sweetie arrived just a moment later, dry and carrying his own stuff as well. His erection had subsided and his cock, now covered by his swimsuit, had drawn back into his sheath, which Pipp still could not believe could fit the entirety of that monster, but his huge balls were still on full display. Her tail flagged up and she wasn't sure if she was doing it on purpose or not. Her thoughts were still hazy, her coat flushed and her breath heavy. "Let's go, then." She began to lead the way, ostensibly because they were going to her room, but really because she wouldn't have been able to withstand walking behind Sweetie and being bombarded with glimpses of those balls for so long. She kept her tail flagged all the way, and she could feel Sweetie's gaze burrowing into her behind. She wondered if he was getting another hard-on staring at her ass. She quickly forced herself to think of something else, so she didn't get too distracted, but she still put a bit of strut to her steps, swaying her hips enough to make her walk noticeably accentuated.
The way back to her room passed in a blur. Despite the interior of the hotel being pleasantly chilly, Pipp felt even hotter than she had outside, like there was a sweltering weight pressing down her shoulders and against her mind. A long, thick, meaty weight. She almost missed her room while walking down the corridor, and caught herself at the last moment. She opened the door and stepped in, and for a moment felt the weight lift off her mind as she was greeted by the comforting confines of her luxurious vacation adobe.
The room was spacious, and fit with all the commodities a TV star's salary could afford. A plush bed with flawless silken sheets dominated one side, so large three ponies could have slept on it with room to spare. Opposite of that was a large wall-mounted TV attached at an angle, spanning at least half the wall with its width. Next to the bed were a phone to call room service with, and a minibar stocked with all manners of expensive booze and sweets. On the far side of the room was a large window leading into a balcony overlooking a beautiful vista of the gardens outside. On one side of the wall was a door leading to a large walk-in closet, and opposite it one leading to the bathroom, itself equipped with a high-tech shower, a bathtub, and tools for personal grooming most ponies wouldn't even know the existence of. Pipp had already taken a set of sexy bubble bath pics in there the previous day.
She set her things down next to the bed and then reached for her phone on the night-stand, checking it for a moment and seeing no new calls or messages. She'd left it there so she wouldn't be disturbed while relaxing at the pool. Then she moved to fetch her camera and equipment from the bag resting on the opposite side of the bed. She did so absentmindedly though, and didn't take out any toys, just her camera. She wasn't sure what she was thinking, but she was getting ideas. She turned to see Sweetie waiting by the door, and noticed the blood was returning to his other head, the huge slab of meat hanging out of his swimsuit like an elephant's trunk. She licked her lips.
Sweetie gave a sickeningly sweet smile. She couldn't tell if it was cheery or downright mischievous. "So, are you doing things right away?" he asked. "Do I just stand here and watch, if that's okay? I don't want to get in the way or anything."
Pipp took a breath. The smell of Sweetie's cock hit her nose, subtle yet impossible to mistake for anything else. Fuck it, she thought. "Actually, well... I was thinking I would just take a few pictures, but maybe I have... other plans."
"Oh?" Sweetie tilted his head to a side. Was he feigning ignorance because he wanted to hear her say exactly what she was thinking?
Was there really anything wrong with what she wanted, anyway? She was practically a pornstar! She did what she wanted and there was nothing scandalous about her having sex! He happened to have certain attributes that made him a good fit for her job. There was no reason to feel nervous about asking him to contribute. She was the one in charge after all. She took in a breath and tried to make herself confident, even if one more look at the sheer size he was packing made her falter again. "I was thinking we could record something together," she said before she could hesitate again.
Sweetie gasped, and again Pipp couldn't tell if his reaction was genuine or if he was just pretending. "Me? Show up in your videos? That's so cool!" His eyes sparkled and he jumped from one foot to the other. Then he stopped and gasped again. "Oh wow... Does that mean I get to do things with you?" He leaned in and held a hand beside his mouth as if stopping his voice from being heard by any non-existent eavesdroppers. "Like, sexy, intimate things?"
Pipp swallowed again. "Y-yeah. Touching, posing together..." She wanted to say fucking, too, but she wasn't actually sure she could take all that meat in any of her holes. She'd never even tried anything that large! Damn if she wanted to, though. "Maybe even something more than that. If it's okay for you to be in it, of course. We can blur your face or crop it out if you'd rather avoid that."
Sweetie chuckled. At some point his cock had hardened to full mast, and it gave a throb. Had he dropped his swimsuit to the ground, too? "No, it's fine! It wouldn't be hard to see who it is anyway. So, what did you have in mind? You're the expert, after all."
"Well, I..." Pipp's thoughts were swirling, mostly around the pillar of stallion flesh standing tall just a short distance away. She bit her tongue to force herself to focus again. "I was thinking I'd just get this thing set up, and then we can go from there and figure something out." She got off the bed and proceeded to set up a tripod, point her camera at the bed, and start recording. "There we go," she said as she got back on the bed. "Now come on, come here." She beckoned him closer with a finger, lying on her side to show off her generous figure.
Sweetie took his time in getting to her. He acted like he was just camera shy, but Pipp could feel it. He was teasing her, the tease. Dragging things out because he knew how much she wanted to see him up close. To see it up close. And stars did she want it. She was getting wet just looking at it. Such a magnificent icon of virility, given to her on a silver platter just like that. She couldn't wait to get her hands on it, and her tongue, and her face, her lips, her nose, her thighs, her pussy, her everything she could reasonably caress it with. There was room to spare after all!
After an agonisingly slow wait, Sweetie finally made it onto the bed and into the camera's view. He turned towards it, winked, and spread his legs to give everyone who would be watching at home a proper view of just what kind of equipment he was carrying around. He made it throb too for good measure, then finally focused back on Pipp. Whispering, perhaps in the hopes the camera wouldn't pick it up, he asked, "So, do I just get closer and then let you at it?"
Pipp's eyes were glued to the head of his cock, wondering if that thing would ever even make it into any of her holes, and it took a moment for her thoughts to move back into place. When they finally did, she quickly nodded. "Yeah, yeah, just get here and then let me... at it, yeah." Her breath became deeper, and she could feel herself heating up - and it wasn't due to the weather.
Sweetie played along, sliding forward with slow and deliberate motions until he was in the middle of the bed, lying on his back propped up by his elbows with his fat cock up on full display for the spectators. He then looked to Pipp and nodded towards his shaft. It was hard to properly judge his expression given how one of his eyes was perpetually covered by his mane, but in that moment he seemed almost commanding.
Pipp didn't care though, she wanted it far too much. She leaned forward until her face was mere centimetres away from Sweetie's gargantuan cock, her hands hovering close to it but not daring to touch, and for a few seconds she just stayed there, reverently contemplating his size and committing to mind every vein and curve of his shaft. Sweetie himself didn't seem to mind that one bit. In fact he looked on with interest. Pipp's nostrils flared as she took in a deep lungful of his musk, finally feeling its full weight and potency from up close. A shiver ran down her spine and she drenched the fabric of her bikini when her pussy clenched and leaked.
Then Sweetie's smirk turned a bit more sinister, and he rolled his hips, causing his member to bob back for a moment, then forward, landing onto Pipp's face and covering most of it due to its sheer size. For a moment Pipp froze, and her mind blanked out. Then she let out a shuddering sigh, accompanied shortly after by a stifled moan. Her hand came to rest upon his girth, feeling its warmth. Her mouth parted and her tongue reached out, and she got her first taste of Sweetie's flesh.
She did not stop there, quite the contrary in fact. As soon as the taste of his cock hit her brain, she instantly wanted more. She began to move her head, slowly at first, licking up and down his impressive length as she used her arm for leverage. The taste travelled like lightning up her tongue and into her brain, short-circuiting any other thoughts she might have had in favour of sheer, primal need. Her breath became laboured and rough, and the stain on her swimsuit widened to the sheets. She began to drool, and soon she was slathering his impressive length with her thick saliva.
Her motions grew faster, more heated as she became inebriated with the taste of his meat. His musk too was hitting her nose in full force, further fogging up her thoughts in a haze of sexual need. She moaned and groaned through her parted lips, tongue out like a dog as she pressed herself harder into him, using both hands on the other side of his shaft to pull herself into it. His cock was so large it completely filled her vision from up close, and that was just fine with her, more than fine in fact. She travelled up and down the length in wider and wider motions, covering as much as she could, and still there was so much left.
She came upon his balls, and she pressed her face there where they joined with his cock, inhaling until she felt herself go light-headed. She'd drooled so much over them her own spit was dripping from her chin, but she didn't care for or notice that. She only had eyes and thoughts for Sweetie's cock and balls. She began to give her utmost attention to each of his hefty balls, going over every square inch of those massive orbs with her tongue, using her hands to lift them towards her mouth. They were just so impossibly beautiful in her mind, round and firm and so virile and ready to pump out litres of baby batter, so hot and heavy in her hands. Pipp giggled, or tried to around her tongue, at the thought of the sheer flood of cum Sweetie was probably capable of producing. Probably enough to bathe in - an idea which only further stoked the flames of her lust for the brief instant it flashed in her mind.
Then she was back to focusing on her task of worshipping his stallionhood. She licked and lapped and drooled over his balls until they were as covered by her saliva as they could get, glistening in the light that filled the room. Despite the fact that he'd taken a shower just before coming there, after being in the pool, the tastes of both soap and chlorine were barely noticeable, completely covered by the virile aroma of his musk and sweat. In the brief time he'd spent drying, his balls had still managed to impose their taste over everything else, clearly being as strong and great as they were big, Pipp thought.
Once she had gone over every corner of those otherworldly nuts, Pipp returned to her task of slathering Sweetie's shaft as well. She could only really do the underside of it from her position, but that was still plenty of stallion meat to cover, and more than enough to entertain her. If she just moved up and down, a motion which would have encompassed a regular stallion's whole girth, her tongue only accounted for about a third of Sweetie's width. That meant, instead, she had to go about it in horizontal slices, licking left and right until a portion of the cock's underside was fully coated in her drool before moving up and doing the same on the one above it.
Up and up she went, taking her sweet time, and Sweetie gladly let her indulge, chuckling to himself and occasionally throwing amused looks at the camera. He didn't know how much of the footage would make it to the final cut, but he did know it would be impossible to hide just how smitten Pipp was with his dick. He tried to not make his cock throb to avoid throwing her off her task. Truth be told, while her licks felt good, they weren't really as stimulating as they could be, not when they were just along his length at least. No, what kept him excited was the sheer spectacle of his idol being enraptured with his shaft. He always had that effect on mares, true, but this was different. Pipp was popular. Sought after by thousands of stallions around Equestria! Seeing her give all her attention to him made his chest puff up in pride and excitement. He could only imagine how jealous all her other fans would be, those who got off on it aside, and he revelled in that. Maybe he should open a OnlyFriends of his own, depending on what the reaction to the video was? That would certainly give him an excuse to be with the pretty pegasus again, and he knew for sure she'd say yes if he asked.
But no point fantasising about the future when the present was so enjoyable. Pipp had made it over halfway up his shaft, and she showed no signs of tiring. It was amazing the sheer amount of devotion his cock had triggered in her, she was going at it like it wasn't even a question whether she should or not. She seemed to be acting rather thoughtlessly, in fact, and looked the part too, her eyes zoned out and her breath deep and even. Her entire body was motionless save for her head, not even bothering to pose salaciously for the camera while she went about her task. Her obscenely hot body and curves made up for it in stride, though!
Sweetie took time to admire that body as she kept worshipping his shaft. She was a little pudgy, but she filled out nicely, the extra weight mostly focused on her ass and thighs with only an acceptable amount on her belly. Her ass was so fat it could probably wrap around most of his whole cock, and he desperately wanted to try that out later. Maybe a thighjob too while he was at it... Or maybe he could have her jerk him off with those wings of hers? They looked as soft as a cloud, and he just knew they'd feel heavenly on his junk.
He was distracted by a jolt of pleasure in his shaft, alerting him that Pipp had finally reached the tip. Her tongue lashed at the side of his flaring cockhead, causing Sweetie to hiss and jerk his hips. He looked with a smile down at her, now able to see her properly as she crested over the titanic length of his stallionhood. It was so long, and he was so admittedly small, that once Pipp reached the top with her head she was only a short distance away from sharing a kiss with him. She seemed far more intent on kissing his dick for the time being, however.
Once she finally crested past the top of his shaft, and her vision was filled with Sweetie's angelic face and mischievous smirk, Pipp immediately rectified the lack of cockmeat filling her vision by shifting her attention downwards and fully focusing on Sweetie's rounded tip. It was easily wider than her palms, and through her ministrations it had leaked out a fat drop of clear precum so thick it would have put some stallions' full load to shame. She leaned down, took a deep inhale to flood her lungs with its smell, and then almost reverently opened her lips and took it into her mouth. She swirled it on her tongue, savouring the taste, and then let it coat her throat as she swallowed it. She moaned loudly and clearly and instinctively spread her hind legs, giving the camera a full view of her thoroughly soaked swimwear, practically clinging to her pussy lips.
Reaffirmed in her need to pleasure Sweetie's towering virility, Pipp began to pepper the head of his shaft with kisses and smooches, occasionally giving it a lick as well for good measure. That was nice and all, and it even made Sweetie's cock spew out a few more large drops of pre which Pipp greedily lapped up, but it also made him think of something. Something he just had to have her do. He cleared his throat, and when that predictably failed to get the mare's attention he instead resorted to placing a hand gently on her forehead and pushing her away from his cock.
Pipp opposed him, pushing her neck down and vaguely grunting in protest, but eventually her head cleared enough for her to think semi-clearly again. She realised the thing keeping her away from the monument of worship she needed to dedicate herself to was the pony it was attached to, who was logically worth just as much attention! "You need something, Sweetie?" she asked, no longer fighting, but still stealing lustful glances towards the tower of meat that was so close to her.
Satisfied, but still not daring to release her head for fear she'd instantly go back to suckling on his dick and get lost in it again, Sweetie leaned forward and whispered in her ear. Pipp gasped, gave a quick nod, and with much effort managed to tear herself away from near his dick to do as he'd asked. As her mind cleared further thanks to putting some distance between it and Sweetie's shaft, she suddenly realised just how wet and sticky her thighs had gotten, and how drenched her bikini was. She took it off without much second thought, and tossed her bra aside as well for good measure. Now nude, her heart rate rose at the thought of being ravaged by Sweetie - and being filled to the brim by his monstrous cock... One thing at a time, though.
She disappeared out of the camera's frame, and out of Sweetie's view for a moment as well. She came back quickly with a few supplies taken from the bathroom. One was her crown, the very same she wore during the show. She was allowed to keep it, and had often used it while shooting material for her adult-oriented proclivities. Sweetie had asked for it, and so she'd fetched it. She sadly didn't have time to style her mane properly, so the natural waviness given to it by water slowly drying would have to do. Sweetie had asked for something else as well though, and she was more than glad to indulge him there.
She deposited her makeup kit on the bed, and then, posing so both Sweetie and the camera would have a clear view of her face, she began to generously decorate herself. Modesty was no concern, in fact she was deliberately going for the most whorish, bimbo look possible. She copiously applied mascara, eye shadow, and a smattering of everything else she had, knowing very well it would all be ruined sooner rather than later. That was the point though! Sweetie wanted to see it running down her face and smearing her cheeks, and she'd give him the show he wished for. After all, all he had to do was swing that magnificent cock and she would gladly do anything he asked.
Once her face was properly caked, she took the last item in the kit. She removed the cap off the golden tube to reveal the fiery purple lipstick underneath, and applied it on her lips thicker than she ever had. Sweetie wanted her to leave marks on his cock, and she would make sure they were as clear as they could be. Not just because she wanted the camera to pick up on them, either. Once she'd done two or three passes she clicked her lips in satisfaction, closed the lipstick, and put the whole makeup kit away.
Then, she took a deep breath, and went back for Sweetie's cock. Just approaching it, breathing in its powerful smell, she could already feel herself drifting out of it again. She allowed herself to, moaning as her pussy started to drip once again, and lowered her head until it was hovering a hair's breadth away from the surface of his shaft. She remained there for a moment, contemplating the challenge of taking him, letting the smell and heat blur her mind. Then she moved lower and planted the first of what would be many kisses upon it. It left a clear purple imprint where her lips had pressed on it, and she looked at it with happiness, even if she wasn't sure why that was any more.
Resting her arms on his squishy thighs for balance, and spreading her legs so the camera had a full view of her dripping pussy, Pipp got herself to the task of decorating Sweetie's shaft with her lips. She peppered the head with kisses, each leaving a clear purple mark, but that wasn't enough and she knew it. That wasn't what he wanted, and truth be told it wasn't enough for her either any more. She'd done enough teasing! First, though, something else, for him and for her as well.
She ran her tongue in circles around the head, aware that he was particularly sensitive there. She could see him shaking and shivering in pleasure, and give little high pitched moans as she did so. More importantly, she could see him leaking more and more. That was what she was after. She resisted the temptation to just swallow all of it, and allowed it to build up, a drop growing larger and larger atop Sweetie's cock and only held together by its sheer viscosity. Just when it was starting to break apart and spread over his tip, Pipp pounced.
She planted her face over the huge bead of musky precum, but rather than drink of it like she so desperately wanted to, she instead began to smear it against her face, and to smear her face into the tip of Sweetie's cock as a result. The effect was immediate, coating her face in a thick layer of stallion goop that mixed with and smeared her excessive makeup all over. In the process she also took deep lungfuls of its odour, each one making her grunt in animalistic desire as her thighs quivered.
Once she was done, she looked up for a moment. Her face already looked as if she’d had a busy night, and the head of Sweetie's shaft was a multicoloured painting of ruined makeup streaks. She only gave him a moment to watch her though, to admire what he'd made of her, her appearance matching what she felt and what his cock had done to her brain, before she sucked in a breath and dove in for her next task, the main reason she'd applied lipstick in the first place. Her mouth opened wide, as wide as it could go, and she tried to take Sweetie's cock past her lips.
It wasn’t an easy task either. At first, it wasn't even a task she thought she'd be able to accomplish. Try as she might, she was struggling to even get the tip to fit in, forget deepthroating the whole thing. Still, Pipp was nothing if not dedicated to the cause, and after more than a bit of trying she managed to spread her jaws apart enough to get the pillar of virility that was Sweetie's stallionhood into her mouth. Passing the first hurdle was difficult enough, and his pre quickly filled out her whole mouth, overpowering her sense of taste. Barely a few seconds passed before he hit the back of her throat.
Pipp winced and tears formed in her eyes at the impact, but she had to persevere. She sucked in as much air as her lungs could take through her snout, and then began the arduous task of forcing Sweetie's titanic meat into her throat proper. She winced and struggled, and had to sink her fingers into his thighs to pull herself deeper, but she did not stop. Inch by inch, little by little, more and more of his shaft made it in. She had no hopes of taking the whole thing, but she was going to take as much as she could until she hit her physical limit, whether that be his tip hitting her stomach or her passing out from lack of air!
Sweetie’s face contorted and he shifted slightly from the sensation. The way her throat tightened and convulsed around the most sensitive part of his cock was simply divine! The warmth and wetness of a desperate slut’s mouth never failed to make his back arch in pleasure. His hips bucked upwards a couple of times, instinctually trying to fit more and more into her! He could see her struggling, but he could also see the determination in her lust-crazed eyes. What kind of lover would he be if he didn’t help her? Placing both hands over her head, fingers digging into her voluminous mane, he began to push her down. Pipp's choking and sputtering intensified, but so did her moans.
He pushed, and he pushed, and for her part Pipp pulled herself down as well. Deeper and deeper into her throat, more and more of his massive cock disappearing past her painted lips. Her eyes began to glaze over and her body visibly shook as he denied her oxygen with his girth. She didn’t want to stop, however, she didn’t even consider it! The thumping of his cock’s heartbeat reverberated through her body and completely overpowered her senses, keeping her moving forward, always reminding her of why she was doing what she was. Deeper and deeper she pushed. Until, finally, she stopped, physically unable to take him any deeper than that no matter how much she wanted to. He kept pressing down on her, but she wouldn't move lower. Her vision began to fog up as the burning of her lungs caught up with her.
At the last moment, though, she felt Sweetie's hands lift away from her head. Maybe he said something too, though if he did she didn't hear it clearly. She began to rise, freeing his pillar of flesh, but she did so slowly and evenly, without rushing despite how desperately she needed to breathe. His cock was more important than that. As she did so, she pressed her lips firmly around his girth, leaving a clear mark where she'd reached and thick smears of purple all around his shaft along the length she pulled herself free from. Once the huge dick finally popped out of her mouth, the entire top half was coated in spit and streaked purple from her lipstick.
Pipp looked to Sweetie with a dazed expression as she took in deep and greedy lungfuls of much needed air. She looked absolutely ruined in the best sense of the word. Her crown sat askew on her head, her mane was clumped with spit and precum, her eyes were puffy and red, her face was covered in makeup ruined by both her tears and Sweetie's thick sticky juices, and her mouth hung thoughtlessly open, leaking drool and other fluids she'd swallowed. She looked incredibly happy and satisfied, and like a pet waiting for her owner's approval. Sweetie smiled at her and gave her an affectionate pet on the side of the head, and she smiled dumbly, kicking her feet euphorically.
Sweetie decided that was enough foreplay, because that's what it had been to him despite how much it had affected Pipp herself, and it was time for the main course. He slid back and began to circle around her, while Pipp dizzily tried to follow the head of his cock with her face. He chuckled, but they weren't going to get anything done if she was too focused on that to accommodate his other requests. "C'mon, sit still for a bit," he asked, not caring if the camera picked it up. But then he had a thought: they were still being recorded, yeah? Maybe he could give them a bit of a show before the main event! With a devious giggle, he uttered, "Face the camera, on your knees, bust down and ass up high."
A little slowly, still staggered by her recent endeavour, Pipp obeyed. She positioned herself so she was staring directly at the camera, her modest bust pressed into the messy, stained sheets and her arms crossed in front of her face, her ass held as up as it would go, her tail swept to the side to better show off her mountainous cheeks. Sweetie licked his lips at the sight as he moved behind her - he'd definitely need to shove his face between them at some point. She was on her knees, but with how high she was arching her hips, how fat her ass was, and how relatively small he was, he had to stand up on his feet for what he wanted to do.
In full view of the camera, he allowed his juicy horsecock to plop down between Pipp's asscheeks, the tip resting over her back as his length covered the whole span of her behind. Not content with just that, he took two handfuls of her ass and spread it apart, letting his shaft sink into the the valley of her asscrack. Then he pushed them back together, cradling his shaft and wrapping them around it like a bun around a hot-dog. Comfortable in the pleasant plushness of her ass, Sweetie moved his hips back and forth a few times, nearly using her curves to jerk himself off. Pipp, who in the meantime had regained most of her mental faculties thanks to the wonderful concept of breath, had realised what was happening, and she bore a lustful smirk as she sensually wiggled her hips while chuckling. "Having fun back there, big boy?" she asked. "Think you can handle all that meat?"
Sweetie gave a cocky grin as he looked down at Pipp. "Can you? I think it's time to find out." He pulled back from her ass, leaving a trail of clear and sticky fluids as his cock began to leak. "Turn around, and flip on your back. We should make sure the folks at home get a proper show."
Pipp's smile did not leave her lips as she did as he commanded. "Let's give the Pippsqueaks back home a show, shall we?" She lay on her back, her head on the pillows and her glimmering crotch aimed at the camera, giving the video feed a full view of her sopping wet pussy. She hoisted her legs up near her head, arms hooked under her knees, in the process making sure the spectators got to properly appreciate her meaty thighs and round ass as well.
Sweetie circled her until he was between her and the camera, keeping his legs spread so the video properly captured his massive balls from behind. "It's only a shame they won't get to see your face," he said. Then, whispering, he added, "Then again, maybe you wouldn't want them to see you this way." Even with his diminutive size and lithe frame, the raw, animalistic desire he exuded made him an imposing, towering presence over Pipp's body. Lined up how he was, they could both see clearly just how deep he'd be reaching into her if he were to insert his full length. It didn’t look possible, and yet Pipp's pussy ached for that to be proven wrong. She swallowed, torn between worry and lust.
Sweetie chuckled, and lowered himself. His cock came to rest over Pipp's chubby belly, warm and heavy as its base pressed against her pussy lips. Her labia seemed to squirm and her thighs jerked, as if she was trying to kiss his cock with her cunt. Sweetie leaned forward and pinched Pipp's nipples, twisting them. Her tits were generous enough, if on the smaller side. She wasn’t flat, but she wasn’t as busty as Izzy was on the show. He was pleased to hear her groan in mixed pleasure and pain as he toyed with them. "You know, you could probably get bigger tits if you wanted. They'd look good on you," he innocently suggested.
Before she had time to react, he pulled back, needing to do so a lot given his sheer length, and proceeded to give her something else to think about. His huge, blunt, and makeup-smeared tip was pressing against her soaked pussy, and it was slowly starting to part her lower lips. Pipp shuddered in a mix of pleasure, anticipation, and tension, unsure if her body would even be able to accommodate his size yet desperate to try her best to make him fit. She was not going to pass out on a chance to take such an incredible specimen of virility. For his part, neither was Sweetie planning to pass up an elite piece of ass like Pipp. Of the two, he was definitely the more experienced in forcing his bitch-breaking cock into mares, and so it fell to him to make sure the experience was as top quality as she was.
Thankfully, Pipp's generous amount of self lubrication, combined with his own pre and her open willingness to take him, meant it wasn't actually that hard for him to get in. It was just a slow process, as was to be expected with something of that size. Pipp bit her bottom lip and stared with rapt fascination as her cunt was spread wider and wider around Sweetie's blunt tip, feeling her pussy burning up in pleasure as the sheer breadth of his shaft began to impose itself upon her. Then, finally, her labia were spread as wide as was needed, thoroughly stretched, and Sweetie began to shove his hips forward.
It wasn't like anything Pipp had ever experienced, though for Sweetie it was a familiar sensation. He had to actively spread his way in as he pushed forward. It was a slow process, every inch of progress he gained requiring Pipp's inner walls to part around his meat, spread wider than she’d ever thought possible! The squeezing of her slick insides around him and the warmth and texture of her tunnel sent lightning up Sweetie’s spine, causing him to grit his teeth and instinctively dig deeper.
Through the first few inches, Pipp bit her bottom lip, huffed and puffed, and kept her eyes fixed on the point where their bodies met; unconsciously thrusting her hips upward in a desperate bid to swallow more of his veiny cock. Past that, she began to groan and moan, serenading his ears with high pitched mewls of pleasure, eyes going askew as her mouth hung open and her heart beat faster and faster in her chest. Past that too, once the portion of Sweetie's shaft she'd left decorated with her lipstick fully disappeared within her, she fully lost any semblance of coherence. She threw her head back and screeched in pleasure. Her hands gripped onto her bed sheets for dear life, sending her legs forward and forcing Sweetie himself to intercept them with his hands, which made his fingers sink into her fat thighs, and keep them pressed against her body. Her whole frame was twitching sporadically, her head was lolling back, her lipstick smearing down her cheeks and neck as she drooled and her tongue flapped out of her lips.
Sweetie's back arched at the sudden eagerness. "W-What a tight little bitch..." he breathed out. He was only halfway done, though, and he wanted the full deal. He could tell Pipp would be more than willing to take all of him, even if it would shake her to her core, and he was going to get everything he could out of her! Holding tight onto her thick thighs for support, and fluttering his bat wings for a little extra push, he sank himself deeper and deeper within her. His cock was leaking constantly, a full and considerable stream of precum that was coating Pipp's inner walls with some of it even making it out of her pussy and pooling down onto the sheets within the already existing puddle of her juices.
Once his medial ring had finally penetrated her cunt, something seemed to awaken within Pipp. Where before she'd been merely half knocked out by the pleasure she was feeling, the surges of sensation from being filled up so much and so deep shot through her spine and into her brain, making her suddenly come back to awareness like she'd been electrocuted into consciousness. "Nnnnghh, oh my goooosh!" She gasped for air and screamed in ecstasy, muscles contracting all over her body as she came, her pussy juice splattering around Sweetie's mammoth shaft, causing him to shiver and momentarily halt his advance..
She began to pant and shiver after that, eyes wide open as she stared at the bulge making its way across her belly. Even beneath her layer of pudge, Sweetie's cock was clearly visible from the outside. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." she kept muttering, almost feeling disconnected from what she was seeing. She felt the pleasure like lightning riding up her spine; an almost unimaginable spray of sensations flooding her mind with bliss and making it impossible for her to think of anything else. Seeing the way she was being overstuffed full of cockmeat made her brain refuse to comprehend the spectacle before her was something that was actually happening, like she was having some kind of out-of-body experience.
Sweetie sank in deeper, and Pipp howled. Deeper. Deeper still. Her eyes were peeled and glued to their crotches, and his own body was quivering in pleasure, soft little moans escaping past his fangs as he felt her tighten around him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he bottomed out inside Pipp's pussy. The bulging outline of his flaring head was visible over her belly, so huge she could have cradled the tip with her tits had they only been bigger. His hips were pressed against hers, both their bodies covered in sweat at that point. His huge balls rested against her equally huge ass, and their laps were utterly drenched in both Sweetie's and Pipp's arousal.
"Fiiinally... time for the main event!" Sweetie licked his lips as he pulled back at an agonizing pace. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't easy either, with Pipp's walls clamping tight down around his shaft as if trying desperately to slurp him back in. Regardless of all the natural lube, his flared tip scraping against her hot walls left Pipp a squealing mess. He stopped just short of popping the head out, and yet It was still more than she'd ever taken before - more than most mares would ever take in their lives, but not nearly comparable to the full length. Pipp lustfully leered at said length, the front half still decorated with her lipstick and the whole thing coated by a sheen of pussy juice and pre that made it glisten in the light. She knew what was coming next, even if she didn't know whether she'd be able to take it or not. It didn't matter. She wanted it! She needed it!
Sweetie rammed forward, and after already being stretched wide once and with ample lubrication to help, Pipp's pussy didn’t put up the same resistance. It eagerly tried to part around his shaft. Despite that, it was still too slow for his liking; not anything like the minutes-long affair of his first penetration, but it took a few seconds for him to get all the way in, which was a few seconds longer than he wanted.
It hit Pipp just the same, making her moan and shiver and drool as her mind almost blanked out for a moment. She was stuffed to the brim again, the cock-shaped bulge in her belly standing out clear for all to see. It was almost a shame the camera couldn't capture that...
In a moment of lucidity, she pawed at her side to fetch her phone and began to film things from her perspective as well.
Sweetie grunted, air blowing out his nostrils. He wasn't satisfied with the slow pace - he wasn't content just watching her have all the fun, he wanted to ravage Pipp and treat her like his personal fleshlight! He pulled back, all the way again, and thrust forward. Once more his balls clapped against Pipp's ass. Once more she was stretched to her limits, stomach distended and bulging in the shape of his cock. The pleasure hit her like a sledgehammer, enough for her to almost drop her phone. Seeing the scene through the screen only made it all the more surreal, yet strangely more arousing too! Like watching a live porno with Sweetie as the star; his flawlessly femme body, child-rearing hips and thick thighs and third leg the true spectacle, rather than whatever irrelevant dumb bimbo he was ruthlessly pounding!
And pound her he did. Again. Again, again, again. Out, then back into her. The lewd schlick of his shaft slipping through her plump pussy was music to his little ears. A little easier each time, a little faster. Her insides moulding themselves around his cock, taking on and remembering the shape of his massive shaft and welcoming it readily. Pipp watched it all happen through the recording, watched her body being made into a vessel for his sexual energy, like her purpose was to be fucked by him. She turned on her phone's other camera as well, giving her future viewers and herself a full view of her dazed, drooling face, covered in ruined makeup and precum and spit. It was more instinctual, with her mind's sole focus being on making sure she was the best possible toy for Sweetie.
Soon her room was flooded with a cacophony of slapping wet flesh and the grunts, panting, and moaning of two ravenous sluts desperately wanting to get off. Sweetie's fat balls smacked her ass with every go around, his thrusts shaking her bed and causing its wooden legs to creak. With every impact the plentiful flesh of her ass rippled, and the spot his balls were hitting quickly began to redden under the strength of the blows.
Pipp was near her breaking point, using one arm to hold up one of her legs while the other hand held her phone and continued to record. Just staying conscious was an uphill battle against the pleasure flooding her system; having already climaxed once and rapidly approaching another, her pussy aching in anticipation. With every thrust Sweetie's cock defiled her deepest depths, ballooning out her belly in an almost comical way, only for it to return flat as he pulled back. Then it all repeated less than a second later. The two were soaked in sweat, but weren't willing to stop. She had to keep herself coherent for her fans and for her content, but it was incredibly hard to not just let her eyes roll back, howl out her pleasure, and go blissfully limp as Sweetie used her.
Sweetie's hips were moving in a blur now; the little stud managing to rock her body back and forth despite his small stature - cock and balls aside of course. His own leathery wings were buzzing in excitement against his back, his tongue lolled out in bliss, and sweat matted his coat and dripped down his body. "S-so close..." he panted out, saving as much breath as he could. Pipp gave a pleasured grunt at the realisation, desperate to feel what it would be like to have those massive balls unload every last drop of cum into her waiting womb.
He was nearing the final stretch. The heavenly sensation of Pipp's hot insides around his shaft was incredible, but seeing her drool and pump her hips upward in time with his thrusts was what finally made the dam break. He threw his head back and gave a guttural moan as he was consumed by a full-body orgasm. His churning balls tightened, and his cockhead flared as the first of many ropes of cum began to travel up his shaft. Pipp could feel the violent spasming of his shaft within her the moment he climaxed and the magma-like heat of his seed; all the while Sweetie kept his fervent pace, riding the diva for all she was worth!
He didn't stop even as the first batch of cum finally exploded from his tip. It was thick, warm, heavy, denser than anything Pipp had ever known. The size of Sweetie's loads more than lived up to the expectations set by his equipment, and as it flowed out of his shaft Pipp had to focus all of herself on maintaining her coherence and not slipping into a pleasure-drunk state of half-unconsciousness. She failed after merely a second. Her mouth opened in a high pitched scream of ecstasy and her phone tumbled from her fingers, bouncing over her belly before the movements of Sweetie's cock sent it down onto the bed. Miraculously, it landed at what was still a good enough angle, capturing both Sweetie's and Pipp's blissed-out faces and, most importantly, the bulging shape of her cock-stuffed belly.
A bulge which only grew larger and larger as Sweetie kept cumming. His stamina seemed never-ending and his orgasm stretched on and on, and he kept his hips moving like a jackhammer all throughout, as massive rope after massive rope of seed burst from his tip and flooded Pipp's insides. He came so much that her body failed to contained it all, and his continued pistoning motions led some of the cum to move down the length of Pipp's pussy along his shaft, until it started to leak out and drench their thighs before pooling on the sheets. His face was one of shameless hedonistic pleasure, panting and drooling as all his thoughts were consumed by a full-body dopamine rush.
Finally, even though it seemed like it would never end, even his orgasm came to a close. His titanic cock gave its last spurt, pushed the last load of cum into Pipp's overfilled depths, and then went still. He was still hard after it all, and still damn sensitive, but he was satisfied for the moment, and no longer dazed by the pleasure he was feeling. He began to pull back from her, slowly, savouring every moment of her inner walls clamping on his mammoth length one last time. Finally his tip popped free from her greedy, gaping slit, and he quickly lifted his crotch up to give the camera behind him a full view of his handiwork. It was nothing short of complete devastation, with the viscous white cum coating damn near every inch of her lower body, a trail of it leaking from her stretched pussy, every twitch of her lower lips letting more out of her womb. Even his lap and most of his thighs were caked in bodily fluids, which he made sure to show off to all the other loyal Pippsqueaks back home with a cute sway of his hips.
After a moment he flopped his still hard cock on top of Pipp's bloated belly, forcing a larger gush of cum to leak out of her, and patiently waited for her to regain herself while basking in the afterglow. In the meantime, he spotted her phone lying by her side and picked it up into his hands. Seeing it was still recording through both cameras, he posed for the front-facing one with a cheerful smile and his free hand held up in a V sign, while the back camera captured Pipp's heaving, sweaty body, cum-stuffed belly, and fucked silly expression, her crown askew over her messy mane and threatening to fall at any moment.
Whilst Sweetie began to practice increasingly silly expressions for the camera, Pipp groaned and blinked away the shell-shock before she had a look around. She caught sight of her marble white phone and her first instinct was to swipe it away from his hands. She wasn't as dependant on it as the character she played, but she still preferred to have it kept private. A moment later though more of her memory returned, and she smiled despite how tired she looked. "Fuck... that was... something, alright." She slumped against the bed, her fingers absentmindedly reaching to play around with her sore lower lips and clit - as Equestria-shattering as the sex was, there was still a part of her that ached for more.
"Yeah, I know, I am pretty great," Sweetie teased with a fanged grin. "You were alright too, of course." He gazed down at Pipp's belly, giving it experimental pokes. "By the way, I didn't just knock you up, right? You seemed too out of it to worry about that back there."
Pipp gave a dismissive wave of her hand. "I got that covered, don't worry." She sat straighter, and Sweetie moved to sit beside her, snuggling up and resting his head next to hers; his shaft laying daintily on her thighs. His hand wandered over to her pussy to help Pipp's ministrations, eliciting a soft gasp from the pegasus as he plunged two fingers into her snatch and began to circle her clit with his thumb. "Eager to go again, hmm? And only alright? Don't get too full of yourself yet, you hung little nymph," she teased seductively, choosing to let him toy with her pussy while she looked at her phone and turned off the recording. She quickly posed and snapped a picture of both of them, with her tongue out and her fingers in a V sign of her own. Even with the limited view, it was obvious how rough the two had gone at it from a glance. "Gonna post that as a teaser on my socials. Ponies are gonna love this shoot!"
"Just like you did, huh?" Sweetie piped up. "You're the one who's full of me, after all." His cock twitched against Pipp’s plump body. The musk of sex and virility was stronger than ever before, and its surface was still coated in seed. Pipp's eyes wandered to it, and seemed to get stuck there. Sweetie's smile turned mischievous and he shifted his position, manoeuvring his hips and bringing his cock closer to her face. Pipp leaned in, taking deep breaths and already starting to drool again.
Then, with a swift motion, Sweetie both snatched the phone out of Pipp's grasp with one hand and pressed her face against his cock with the other. The shock from the suddenness of it and of being immediately so close to his shaft again momentarily stunned Pipp, and that allowed him to further shift his position and hers. When he was done, he was comfortably sitting over her chest, with his massive balls pressed against her face filling both her mouth and her nose with his taste and smell, rendering her barely conscious again. Sweetie chuckled and snapped another selfie, clearly showing both his monstrous cock and Pipp's dazed expression beneath his titanic balls. "How about this for a social media post?"
