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How this situation came to be was something that couldn't be put into words, really? Honestly, what was the point of thinking about it? None really. After all, when this part of the day came, Ellen's brain shut off. Both the easiest and the hardest (in more ways than one) part of the day was coming for Ellen. The usual procedure, where time would fly by and then Ellen would have to be burdened with the rest of the day, whatever nonsense that was.
For now, Ellen was happily going to enjoy the peace that came with. A prelude (pre-lewd would have been more accurate) to the fun beginning as Ellen began to show off her figure. As a shark Thiren, the shark tail she possessed was a unique feature. It made clothes a big pain in the ass, but nothing she could do about it. More importantly, there was something even bigger: Ellen's very own pants-stretching, caked-up clapper cheeks. Each wobble bun enough to probably concuss someone if Ellen clapped for long enough.
Of course, there was an exception. The very stud that Ellen was showing off, with Ellen doing her most to prove herself. The usually lethargic student pumping out more motivation than ever as her body continued to make his dick soar to new heights. It was enough to make Ellen's personal stud put both hands behind his back, as if he was trying to copy Gojo giving back shots. The time would come for that, but Ellen held the kink keys for now.
"Oh, guess I deserve that," Y/N said, chuckling as Ellen pulled a middle finger out of nowhere. Personally, it was hot as fuck. Others might not see it that way, but Y/N knew he was going to plough those cheeks harder than a farmer works his hoe.
The fact Ellen still had the time to keep sucking on her lollipop fascinated Y/N further, hence his erection making sure to extend itself even further beyond, doing all it could to work itself out to the maximum. "Why must I do this?" Ellen complained, hiking up her skirt. A mouth-watering sight with thin panties being the only thing stopping Y/N from reaching that pussy. Hell, it was taking a ton of willpower to make Y/N not rush the process.
"You're not stopping, though."
A clear point that Ellen supported as she leaned on the wall, a peace sign with one hand as she looked at Y/N. A piece of art in the making as even her own tail failed to overwhelm her massive bakery blobs. Suffice to say, one could call it a meat waterfall. The way her tail just covered all that distance, seemingly never ending. Coupled with the way her ass cheeks were like a grand gate, forbidding any cock below an astronomical size that would break their biological balance.
Catching that cock getting even harder, however, is just what Ellen lived for in that moment. Forgetting her part-time work at Victoria Housekeeping and being a student, Ellen devoted herself to being a full-time slut as the fabric of her attire began to fear being kept intact as her ass cheeks violently spun in a rhythmic flow. Ellen's face pushed closer against the wall, a brimming pull on her face as she watched Y/N's dick get out of control.
Her heart racing even more as Y/N's tent pyramid went out of control. "I really need to Vince it."
Ellen snickered. "You know the deal, stud."
Y/N painfully nodded, allowing the pressure to continue building. Ellen making sure to take advantage of every moment that passed by as Y/N continued to suffer from his cock growing. Just when it appeared to hit the limit, Y/N's penis hit the "Psyche, I lied!" and continued to expand to tailor-made thickness. The dimensions of his dick looking ready to hit 4D if things continued.
Ellen's eyes burned onto the vagina-crushing tool. The thirst went up to her eyes, the pupils quick to morph into windows of lust. Only nefarious, nympho-based tendencies would be enacted when it came to that bitch-breaker. The gaze of a famished beasts, her teeth seemingly sharp enough to break diamonds the longer her gaze lingered on that fuckpole. A fire on her tongue, the creamy load and powerful man musk was waiting for Ellen.
"Ahhh~"
Simple as it was, Y/N felt like Ellen pulling her mouth with one finger had to be the sluttiest action she took on yet. "Whip out that fucking dick right now before I strangle you with my tail."
Nothing more needed to be said as Y/N's dick got to being free, posing, that absurd sheathe-needing, boxers-snapping flagpole was proudly waved out. A fresh drop of jizz already hanging off it like a bait for any bitch too thirsty to use their brain for more than a nanosecond. Ellen very much needing that fat dick with how awe-inspired she looked, pressing the fat kink-breeding knob against her cheek, confirming it as her face was smudged against it. 'Someone could beat me against this.'
A violent lust brewed from within Ellen as she worked that dick with her hand, holding it and roughing it up as much as possible. A sadistic smile with how the shine of the light perfectly reflected off her teeth. 'Oh fuck!'
Y/N's head almost shutting down at the thought of Ellen's sharp incisors working on his cock. And that didn't include the canines, premolars, and molars. Elllen not needing to do much work to get Y/N's cockspire beyond burning, a rush of pleasure he couldn't deny that was leaving him powerless and Ellen needing to work twice as hard, and that girl did not mind one bit. A time to exercise that Ellen took in stride.
"Mmmwah~"
Y/N almost lost his breath, very much huffing and puffing as if he ran from Five Nights at Diddy. His face looking ready to exhale steam as Ellen allowed Y/N's dick to hang over her, a thrill that made her spill against her pants. As if to make up for being made so loose with an action she started, Ellen allowed her fingers to pressure those cum-stuffed orbs and she began to pepper it with kisses and affection.
A machine-like rubbing of Ellen's head continued with the treatment she insisted on his testicles as his sperm-stuffed silos were ready for an early release. Y/N struggling to keep his focus up. "W-when the hell did you become a thot pro?"
If anyone else had remarked that to Ellen, she'd have gobbled their breeding bank balls. Y/N was an exception. She'd still make him buy tons of lollipops to make up for it, so Y/N's wallet wasn't safe yet. However, there was still a chance that Ellen would forget it. After all, this wasn't the first time Y/N had been crude in his language, but the fucking was so good that Ellen forgot it even happened until Y/N's poor communication awareness would land him in the same spot as before.
Sweet everything poured into Ellen's kisses as she fervently squeezed Y/N's fat nuts, unable to drop her hand from them. Her spare hand used to violently push into the space covered by her panties, the heat fucking her up her mind as well. Ellen determined to milk Y/N like crazy, as she always had. Her energy slowly rising the longer she took as Ellen's tongue—long and supple—took its time tasting her treat.
Her mouth pulled on the fat orb, loving the way it had both resistance and elasticity to it. Ellen couldn't pinpoint the best way to describe it, but that didn't matter with her brain shutting off. She worked it hard enough when working for Victoria Housekeeping and at school, after all. Ellen using her tongue as a wipe for that dirty (in idea rather than smell), tasty dick for what felt like all of time to come.
Y/N's hands fighting a battle for self-control. Normally, this would have been the time where Y/N just grabbed Ellen's face and fucked like crazy; he'd done it with other girls before, what made Ellen different? Besides the fact she might be able to make him a chalk outline, him and Ellen had something of an agreement. Given this wasn't the first time they had sex and Y/N treated all girls the same, Ellen very much didn't like how her first time with Y/N ended up with her being skull fucked so deep his cock taste was imprinted on her taste buds for months, or the jizz still stubbornly clinging on her fucking tonsils. Therefore, when it came to starting off, Ellen was always allowed to set the pace and Y/N would have to follow.
"This is torture!" Y/N gasped out, feeling the fiery heat eat away at his focus and strength. There was a want and a need, Y/N not getting enough of it as Y/N's own hips sent pleas to his brain. It needed that order to fuck that slut shark's throat, to pound at it until she threatened to kill him from how hard he violated her mouth-vagina. It wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?
Slut-induced strabismus coming onto Y/N as Ellen showed even more ferocity, amazing that she could action that when she was just groping parts of his dick and viciously molesting his nuts like Y/N's name was molestable. The killer kink show that really blew Y/N's eyes into disarray was that juicy fat ass, those oversized, super grown cake lard, which somehow didn't break Ellen's form of balance, was a prize that had Y/N drooling. His salivary glands forcefully activated and going hyper as Y/N's mind rapidly turned into a porn gallery imagining all the things that could be done with Ellen's cock-baiting, cheek-clappers.
"Mmmh, time for something else, big boy."
Phase 2 next as Ellen, still in her maid outfit, planted her hands on the wall. Allowing that shelf of an ass to stick out, no, it was more than that. It was like an SUV truck had busted through a wall, all its staggering greatness revealed to Y/N. There was only one thing to do, especially as Ellen's tail got out of the way. An invitation further supported as her lower body attire was pulled down, exposing her cream flesh even more.
Hilly, pliant peaks shook with the touch of atoms, her ass meat forced to shake just by existing. The god-level goon sight enough to flush the water out of Y/N's brain, his blood reaching boiling point levels as Y/N's dick soared to new heights. The sight alone forcibly altering his DNA, turning his dick into that greater of a bitch-breaker. An unnatural size for Ellen's extra erotic, heart-shaped heavy-hams!
That pair of doughy-fat wobble cheeks was too much for Y/N's mind to be restrained by any common sense. His hands attacking the ass-hams with unrestricted violence, not that it made much of a difference. Y/N's fingers spread to the furthest they could, willing to risk skin-stretching but it hardly made a difference. "I don't think basketballer hands can grab all that!" Y/N complimented her, his eyes swirling with desires, messing with the massive McMuffin with crazed desires.
The oversized plap-bait and the plapinator mixing wonderfully as Ellen moaned feeling the chasm between her caked-up cheeks be filled up, it was as if her telos had been reached. However, Ellen was far from finished with Y/N, she knew the same was true. Ellen continued to sacrifice herself like a skank sacrifice to some horny god. That god rod of his sure made the point feel more poignant as Ellen's pound-blubber was pursued from both angles.
Y/N doing the work of multiple people through one body, pushing his muscles to their fullest potential. A workout harder than the gym as Y/N's hips controlled his mind, free to fuck between her oversized, need-for-glazed bitch-buns. Y/N's saliva glands violently spiralling out of control; the urge to bite for those fuck buns not lost on Ellen, who sighed. "Dude, your drool is spilling on my ass."
"Yeah, and your ass is so fat, what?!"
No greater hobby in the moment as Y/N continued to ram his cock against Ellen's cock-teasing cakes, the sheer size of them would cause most to go to madness. Y/N always on the edge, on the verge of madness. Had he not been gifted with the trunk of an elephant for a cock, the cum loads of a hose and sperm-stuffed silos that made failing to jerk off in anywhere that wasn't barren a clean-up disaster.
Both parties perfect for each other as Y/N was rushing with everything he had, his hot breath close to Ellen's ear several times while she continued to take the treatment. Thick and thiccness coming together as one, their flesh combining several times as Ellen moaned at the violent perking of Y/N's dick. It was always like this. Ellen showed up with her massive slut-shaped construct, but Y/N's stud spire simply eclipsed it as things went on.
It gave Ellen the desire, the want, the potential to grow even further. Her body temperature rising quicker as Y/N's dick went higher and higher. The One Piece was truly real, but Y/N knew things could get even higher. I mean, he was going to fuck Ellen, after all. Ever since the first time it happened, the following sessions hit even more. No exaggeration for Y/N to say that things could get much higher.
Fresh nut juice began to arise, great bubbles of baby batter loitering on the tip. The sheer spunk density the only reason the nut bubble hadn't erupted. Ellen's ass mostly unblemished, save for the grope taint smeared over those titanic twerk-cakes. One look, chastity ruined. One grope, cock in greater 'hands'. That was what Ellen's ass was capable of, all the willpower used to please Ellen rather than work against her fuck-flanks.
The rollercoaster-sized rump continued to feed Y/N like thousands of high quality porn rushing right into his brain, overriding his sense of self and leading him further down a path of madness. No correction that his brain could take as he got faster, his muscles engaged even more as Ellen was pressed against the wall harsher. Still, no complaints from her, she got a stud grinding his dick against her wobble whetstone; grinding and honing that dick even further for the real fun of screwing her pussy to the point sitting would become an ordeal.
Aching for more than just pain, Ellen took her seat-splitting, ass-clapping gifts in her own hand. Well, to her own gyatt gravity, more precisely. Her rump working and spinning against Y/N's cock like it was a ring around a planet, forever surrounding it and the atoms making her absolute ass work even harder to grab that cock with everything she have and jerk it dry. "Hurry up and cum, you know? I'm feeling thirsty~," Ellen purred, lazy and honest with what she wanted, eagerly swallowing, last minute practice swallowing that brain-rotting god spunk.
A parade of porn-bodied physics connecting in repeated, perfect synchronisation as the thong-swallowing, bounce-fat ass met the full impact of the low-hanging, cum-tank balls and that bull-raging, hormone-excreting, gallons-holding rod. A lewd liturgy, no words needed as the session was filled with all the instruments needed. The clapping of flesh, the calling of moans and groans, all connected as one with the powerful force exerted by each of them. The immovable object vs the unstoppable force!
"Fuck, I'm gooning for Viltrum!"
Yeah, Y/N didn't know what the fuck he was saying, though he did imagine a burly conqueror who talked about being so lonely. None of that mattered as Y/N's brain was cleared for what would be hours, surely. His common sense taking out to allow the mind-boggling feat of his spunk reaching high in the air like graduation hats thrown, then crashing down with even greater speed. The velocity of his nuts caused a nuclear eruption of nympho-treating honey to be shown off when it landed on Ellen's fat ass.
A lattice spray of jizz that soon went out of control, slipping further down her reverse milk mountains, stained and glazed in more cream than a wedding cake. Ellen knew she should have expected it, but the staggering bitch-pleasing batter poured out made her wish she could have it all scooped into a man-flavoured milkshake. Her pussy lips wet enough to accept a tree, stump and all with ease.
"Of course there's even more!"
Joy stemming from Ellen's womb, rising high enough to touch her vocals as her tongue saluted the sight of sperm salvos raining down. It'd take time for things to end, but Ellen was content watching Y/N determined to paint every cubic inch of her ass all wrapped up in wank juice. His wank juice. Y/N would get it done, too, Ellen knew, and that's why she found the strength to have her ass-blobs rump-running hard and fast, all to please those nut-kegs attached to his cock. Ellen wasn't going to let a single drop go missed, and if she did, then Ellen had spare holes to make up for a blunder like that. Someone working for Victoria Housekeeping couldn't possibly let her guest down!
The joy of the freak off continuing as Ellen was quick to get back to work. She wanted to spend longer basking in the aftermath of having her hindquarters hosed by all that slut-taming juices, but Ellen needed to do a better job for her favourite client. The only client Ellen had as her fingers worked on those fat nuts while her mouth enclosed itself on the tip, allowing her filthy mouth-pussy to get to work.
Leaking all over wasn't going to stop Ellen from putting foot-to-pedal, exercising her energy rapidly and effectively to make her soon-to-be brain-dead skull that much empty. Ellen allowing her skills to get to work as she repeatedly savoured that fat cock for longer periods. All her training paid off. Not to suck dick, simply having the stamina to fatigue herself face fucking herself was not easy, especially when dealing with the cock rocket that was Y/N's dick; her fingers pulling on those meaty cum-silos even more.
The ditzy, dirty expression from Ellen was just the kind of thing that Y/N craved, surrendering his body even more. Y/N didn't need to make a move, Ellen was doing enough. He simply allowed his spine to surrender to risky twists in order to enjoy Ellen's sloppy toppy service. 'This is the best part! When she does that dumb, slutty face?' Y/N thought, one lidded eye enough to capture the heavenly essence of his favourite thot Thiren.
'He was thinking rude about me, wasn't he?'
Ellen didn't need to read minds to know how Y/N worked. That stud bastard always knew how to piss a women off, then make them forget about that because by the end of Y/N's attempt to making it up to the women, they turned into a cum-drunk slut. Ellen was no stranger, taking every chance they fucked again to break out of the ahegao curse he appeared to inflict every time.
Alas, Y/N was way too fucking good. But Ellen was steadily improving, refusing to give up to the massive dick that fucked her over and over. Ellen's mouth was ravenous, slurping with even more flavour. The taste of that seductive cock was rewiring her brain further, her instincts tapped into even more. The right stimulation for her lackadaisical attitude, which was being buried in the wants of her womb.
The ignite in her pussy catching like a Los Angeles wildfire. Things were getting out of control, something Ellen was happy to vent on with the fat dick she was gifted. Her expression morphing in lust and focus, the struggle of slurping down his cock in one go was clear, but that didn't matter to Ellen. She wanted that fat dick all to herself, to experience trapping her whole mouth around that fat prick. Ellen was determined to get that done.
Her motivation unlocking the depths of her depravity further, muscles working harder to bring the desired outcome as the depths of her mouth became a proper soul-sucking machine, ready to get more than just nut out of Y/N as Ellen's fingers worked along those gonads even more, pressing onto them and really pulling them as if she was stretching them. His nut barrels being played with whilst Ellen further seduced his soul with her cock sucking abilities.
A strenuous effort put forward to ensure that Ellen was priming his meat for what laid ahead, her wet pussy whipping up a storm of ideas on how best to please her fat-cocked stud. Louder gulping noises as Ellen continued giving that gawk gawk 3000, making sure her tongue rushed out at every interval and loitered as lewdly as possible. Not a single ounce would be wasted. Ellen was going to be a better skank right here.
Immediate impact, enough to have Y/N making silly noises as Ellen had spent so long playing along the upper crust of Y/N's dick he didn't have time to anticipate the deep dive deepthroat initiated. Ellen's slutty face already a gift from heaven, but even that continued to soar higher as her ass rose up high, like a tidal wave that would engulf Y/N. It was surprising that didn't even happen, though Y/N would have loved that!
His body trapped in the rapid cum-goading sensation of Ellen's body being a proper cock pocket, throat edition. Not even her lollipops were treated this well, which meant that Y/N was receiving that ultra-level sloppy toppy. A violent unwinding of her own skull, lowering herself even further to trap every cubic inch of that fat, juicy, heavy, musky, bitch-breaking beauty called a penis.
No, it was more than just a penis. Ellen's fervour showed; her cheeks puffed out, but she wasn't pouting. Her face was red, but she wasn't embarrassed. Her jaw was beyond sore, but it sure wasn't any lollipop. Her lips were wet, but it wasn't just where her mouth was. All around, all over, and every single aspect of Ellen was put to the test in this moment as she dropped to the base of his cock.
Y/N's body was electrified by the response, a sensation that prompted his balls to accelerate through their process. Things couldn't be rushed, but Ellen denied that. Her shark teeth were injections of dopamine boosters. While her teeth could probably sever any cock like a sausage, it was clear by Ellen's protruding jaw and squirrel-like, widened cheeks that wouldn't be the case. Ellen's eyes bulging out, her sweat-lathered water bed booty rippling with even more violent force; the fresh nut sludge still spewed all over the mountainous depths that she carried. A cum canvas of a culo.
The benefit (or perhaps downside) of being a shark Thiren continued for Ellen as her olfactory sensitivity was greater than most. The musk was a violent chloroform to any decency Ellen might have tried to have as a humanoid. Brain-dead, cock-hungry, cum-needy, skank-evolving metamorphosis beginning to encroach on her very being as the urge for going beyond Victoria Housekeeping and making sure her vagina was gate keeping this wonderful dick surged to a point it wasn't a contest anymore.
'Just a bit more! Just a bit more!'
The time wasn't ripe to strike yet, nor could Ellen move out of this position. Her entire frame violently rippling, making her sloshing, thong-gulping doughy cakes violently swim and shake as it fought off all the air resistance. Cheek clapping so powerful it could repel a flood, that was the whole gist of things as Ellen's face twitched, spazzed, every concerning action over the sun before finally coming to a stop.
Y/N not faring much better, only able to make retarded noises that Ellen's ass cheeks continued to silence. Every soundwave from those sloshing skank slabs of cock-pleasing fat racing together in perfect synchronisation. Peak beats to nut to as the combined nut of many winning participants of NNN times a thousand unloaded from those heavy, pent-up, baby batter barrels situated between his legs.
Raspy breaths that had Y/N contemplating whether he should call for a cardiologist. Atrial fibrillation tendencies bursting forth from his being as Y/N just came, unloading from the vast recesses of his spunk chamber, and yet there appeared to still be too much left for Y/N to fully clear it out as Ellen's hands stretched out across Y/N's body, as if demanding an answer. The screwed, glassy expression on her face perfected further by the activation of her tear ducts, extra jizz hyper jetting out of her mouth, sperm snot bubbling from her nostrils. Every part painting a picture, not a single second of the sight could be ditched. It just wouldn't be the same.
Y/N doing his all to keep his head on straight, wanting to gaze up into the stars as he had to cool his body off. It felt like he was going to erupt again, but Ellen didn't care for that. Her head still bouncing. "Eh? Huh? Wait, Ellen, I just came— ooh, fuck, shit, good, again?!"
Ellen didn't care about any of that. She wanted more of it, an attempt to stop her failed as her shark tail bitch-slapped him. Ellen swore she heard a fracturing noise, but that didn't bother her. Ellen grabbing his serratus muscles, using that to lift herself up. Her muscles trembling from the experience. It wasn't fatigue so much as it was a lack of experience, but then Ellen came to realise her tail could have lifted her up.
'Doesn't matter now,' she told herself, using said tail to help bring that spare jizz that was roaming around her ass cheeks and lick it all up. A heavenly sight for the floor-bound Y/N, choking on his own breathing whilst Ellen licked her lips and smiled. Seduction wasn't her thing, but Y/N proved to be that exception once again. "I'm ready, big boy," Ellen promised, yawning, but that movement was enough to make the lower half of her maid outfit fly off her being. Her thiccness on a new level.
Ignoring the brain damage he received earlier, Y/N wasted no time. Horny as he was, with most blood in his body racing towards his dick, Y/N was paradoxically at his strongest. Ellen's meaty thigh lifted while she used her other hand to keep herself from falling. All that cock gunk she swallowed slowed down her brain, but it didn't stop her tongue being high and wide. Her pussy shivering at the horny heatwave it was going to be drenched in.
"You ready?"
Ellen didn't know why Y/N was bothering to stall, except psyche, he wasn't! Ellen's brain processed the question the same time Y/N slammed his arm-length god rod right into Ellen's pussy, smashing it above and beyond. It was a good thing Ellen already dealt with her hymen, otherwise a fatality would have looked to have taken place. Meanwhile, with Y/N's bitch-breaker, the only fatality was to Ellen's mind.
Watching her expression instantly evolve into the face of a moaning degenerate, her fists automatically tightening. It was all the resolve Y/N needed to break that bitch, fully intent on making Ellen his personal skank shark, as if she wasn't already like that to him. However, more fucking never hurt anybody; the aftermath in a few hours was likely to prove Y/N wrong, but the moment made that opinion never exist.
Ellen too busy getting her pussy ploughed, stretched out to a ridiculous degree. A familiar feeling that Ellen loved, but fucking hell was it tough for her to deal with getting ploughed by a cock as fat as Y/N's. Her insides mashed up in seconds, womb walls powerless to stop the persistent pushing. Inevitable that she would be fucked silly, but Ellen preferred if she didn't get knocked out the park already.
Her trained body reinforcing her flesh garden to close down on the dick flying around, doing whatever it wanted. Ellen drooling as Y/N's hands played their part in messing her up. Every little bit helped, that grappling and tossing of her fleshy tree trunk thighs making all the difference. Inside and outside, her body was being played with. Every sensation combining to further drive her into the wall, as Ellen was already being pounded against the wall. Her entire arm supported her, but that was unnecessary with how deep Y/N's virile meat was smacking into her.
The moist depths penetrated and laid down, not a chance for them to fight back. Air pressure building up just from Y/N moving back and forth. The pent-up, low-hanging planets didn't abide by any fair play. The size and swing of them, the raw, kinky kinetic energy great enough they could jump out and slam into that skank of a shark. Slapping the labia majora, driving her further into the pleasured shock state.
Although she was shorter to Y/N, her vision still exceeded his. The stars in view as Y/N claimed her cunt for himself, greedily hammering himself into Ellen. His dumb groans against her heated moans. The both of them feeling each other, even with Y/N being the more dominating force. That didn't matter. What was important was how much they felt and got down with each other, grinding and colliding as Ellen tried her damnedest to swallow down on that oversized sausage piping her.
"Not enough, I can do a lot more!"
Now, Y/N knew that Ellen disliked activities that required energy. Therefore, he got the memo really quickly. "Say less, my shark slut!"
Once again, a death sentence of a phrase for Y/N to make. But all was cleared as Ellen couldn't think about anything except how how much nut slop Y/N was going to drop into her pussy this time. Her face surviving a head-on collision from the wall. The absurd strength of Y/N coming into play as Ellen didn't get to track the sudden switch of having her legs on the floor and turned away again, that massive booty of hers all ripe and ready for any sex-starved beast.
Luckily for her, Y/N was an apex predator starving. That prime jello booty making his head boil, heat violently rushing through his body with nothing but fucking on his mind as Y/N just rammed himself into her. No need for anything else to be actioned, this was the only thing that mattered. A steamy, speedy slam fuckfest that wouldn't end for some time. Y/N's stamina simply unperturbed by all the muscle-tearing movement. If anything, he strived for further.
Both of Ellen's hands pushing against the wall as Y/N's rutting continued, a never-ending set of thick, tumultuous tunnelling into her. Her ass softened the crashing of hips, enough that bones didn't break, but no limit was being reached. Y/N simply exceeding himself over and over, Ellen's pussy having that effect. Something Y/N mindlessly shouted out amidst all the fucking, fantastic praise that motivated Ellen to clench down as hard as she could. Nevertheless, it wouldn't amount to enough pressure.
Pushing back, trying to have the advantage, none of it was going to work. Not when Y/N was amped further by the jellobooty dumptruck that Ellen was spotting. Every single time, there was another way Y/N could process and analyse one of the finest ass-hams he ever had the pleasure to see. His brain cooking itself going over what could be called the golden ratio on crack; some of the heaviest, hottest haunches one could ever get a look at.
A feast for his eyes that mindlessly prompted Y/N to spin the block on her booty with ravenous attempt, trying to violently rip her pussy a new one! It was like Y/N was trying to fuck her all the way through. Biologically impossible, but it never helped that it didn't seem impossible with what Y/N was doing. Ellen's eyes skipping rope like a professional as Y/N's dick continued to unload with a pressure that was likely splitting her atoms in half.
"I don't even know how your ass can fucking ripple like that, but I want more of it! You're my favourite freak of nature fuck slut!" Y/N praised her, no answer could be given from said 'freak of nature'. Although Ellen would have pulled the middle finger had Y/N not been pounding her so good. The potentially racist comment going over Y/N's head as his juicy, bull cock was all about making Ellen's ass cheeks split cement from the shockwaves of those salami-slammers.
Raw rubber cheeks that needed a pounding, Y/N getting a handful of them, but his hands were like blip in the ocean compared to the lard-stuffed landmass that was Ellen's Joe fat fucking ass cheeks! Y/N seduced and pissed off, how could ton-heavy twerkcheeks be so fucking good?! Y/N going mad at this, needing to hammer with everything he had. Making sure that his kilogram, knee-sagging kink juice kegs were slamming into Ellen's stomach at this point as that god bull bulge continued to beat into Ellen without a care! He wanted every! Fucking! Bit!
Ellen pressed to respond back, but she was just supporting Y/N's dominance. What else could she do? Ellen was there to be pounded and enjoyed every bit of it, her body swallowed in the passion which was mostly Y/N just fucking her until she couldn't think anymore. Frankly, Ellen didn't mind it. It was an easy job to do, not that she was getting paid. Fuck, maybe she should start doing that? Then again Ellen would likely forget about such a thing. In the very instant she was being fucked, that was the only thing on her mind.
Heart eyes weren't enough, it was like heart emojis were coming off her like pheromones as sweat exploded from her fuck-padded flanks like a geyser going off. It was starting to become clear that Ellen's body was just as absurd, something that was another motivational boost for Y/N to go further beyond when it came to his number one girl. Ellen Joe doing unwise things to the bull-cocked stud as he wound down harder across her honeyed depths.
The force taken a step further as Ellen's expression continued to bounce, morphed between unpronounced pleasure and potent pain. Her jaw unwinding, tightening. A repetitive procedure slowly wearing her down even more, which meant that she couldn't fight off that juicy, jizz-barfing beast wrecking it up inside her womb. Her baby chamber attacked more times than one could count, attempted infanticide would be the charge if Ellen's eggs were clogged up with Y/N's sperm.
That would come later. For now, Ellen was made to bear the brunt of having her insides being whisked into another world. Y/N taking charge, Ellen's fat tits turned into a deep-fried rectangle dish as no movement was allowed from her. Her breathing erratic, her hands violently glued to the wall as throwing it back only accentuated how fucking thicc she was. Too much (spiritual) pressure exacted on Ellen for her to fight back against it.
Her tail wagging all over the place. It was mostly to the side to avoid any problems, but it sometimes arose and came out with life. Ellen's brain tossing orders like a game of hot potato, she couldn't decide where to go with things. Luckily, Y/N was an expert at taking matters into his own hand. "Let me see that sexy face of yours more!"
Ellen was beautiful, she had it all. And Y/N needed some of that. His pull out game at the divine level that it appeared as if he reversed time. The fun continued as Ellen was picked up, her heart swooning ever so slightly at the effortlessly way Y/N got to work. He laid down, plopping Ellen on top of him and shoving his cock skyward, ready to reach further places. The bulge appearing in Ellen's eyes making it clear she was in for a rough one!
"I'm going to need a lollipop after this!"
No complaints from Ellen, however lazy she sounded, as she practically ripped her maid outfit clean in half. It appeared to not have elicited any urgency, or perhaps she had more in spare, as Y/N was taken aback by how earnestly she got down and dirty. Y/N felt the need to respect that, putting hands to hips, hurting her with the intent on making her body explode with pleasure. Y/N couldn't allow Ellen to go away not satisfied and silly, that was his shark slut. Only the best service could be given.
Sounds of thunder in the background as Ellen's tail rapidly whipped against the ground, clearly too into the pleasure to properly relax her tail. One slap of that tail was a death sentence, Y/N was actually pushing his body ever since it first hit him. It made him fragile, but Y/N was too hard right now to be concerned about it. In fact, Y/N could get even more riled up by that fact, naturally turning it into a threat.
"Am I going to get hit if I don't please you hard enough?" Y/N asked, no response as Ellen's face was striking poses, her countenance that of a cunt that had been cracked under pressure from his cunt-crusher. Nevertheless, Y/N wasn't done there. Once again, fucking harder and faster. A staple, courteous of his bullshit levels of stamina. Fatigue seemingly out of the picture when it came to fucking, an invincible feeling shining over him as Y/N broke out into a rush to give Ellen too much pleasure.
His balls boiling at this point, but that didn't matter to him. Y/N could deal with the feeling of lava crawling up his veins as seeing Ellen's wobble-melons exposed to him wiped clean rationality from him. Y/N was a slobbering animal, scavenging for anything. Ellen's tail going erect in shock, too infused with pleasure to fight of Y/N angrily fighting tooth and nail for those paizuri pillows.
The food isn't going anywhere, they said. Well, they were fucking lying! That's what Y/N thought as he continued to suck and pull on Ellen's body with everything he had. Nothing was stopping him from getting what he wanted, an excitement rushing from his being. His essence nothing but erotic, a soul fuelled by the flames of lust. Hell had nothing on him as Y/N pulled and played as he saw fit.
Dining like the king of kink, Ellen was unable to fight back too much against the way Y/N moved. She had her tail, a game changer, but she didn't have the composure to use it. Her brain long removed from the equation, no mental gymnastics available in this wank-filled world the both of them engaged in. Limbs tangling and going languid as Ellen's tail rocked harder against the ground, dents forming as Y/N's dick continued its destructive tendencies, making Ellen stuck in a world of pain and pleasure.
Theirs surroundings steamy and sense-heavy as those JK jiggle-jug tits continued to provide a feast to Y/N. He sucked on them, licked them, slapped them, played with them! His erratic rutting only further solidified itself into godhood as the taste of those dinner plate sized nipples sent him into a world of ecstasy. Dopamine reserves had to have been dried up, but they continued to work itself into a depraved debt.
Down bad not enough, but Ellen had enough! She had been the fucked silly one, but that wasn't going to continue! Ellen was ready to go to poundtown and plap-for-plap. Her arms out wide for the grand finish, the final part of the jizz-hunting journey as Ellen hunted and heaved herself, pushing her hoe self to the max like a hatchet swung with full power. She was intent on splitting Y/N to bits, ready to make sure that Y/N's dick was defeated by her double-wide, dick-destroying donk. Ellen finding herself even more proud of her absolute assets, ready to bring every bit of them to the fullest to destroy this gooner-worthy god cock!
Fighting back the right choice as Y/N's body couldn't last like this forever, finally flung off those lard-stuffed, milk-squirting mammaries. The dizzying expression on Y/N's face prompted Ellen to drop it down, making sure to work it. Y/N often made fun of her, the many fucked-silly expressions on her face. For once, Ellen got to see what that view was like. To know her efforts dominated a person in a way that no victory or any other battle could bring about such an outcome!
It was exhilarating, electrifying, sprouting greater movement from Ellen! Unconsciously, her tail was jerking it slightly. Only the gills were moving, but the support they provided far exceeded the strength Ellen needed. Her hands locked onto Y/N's shoulders, her meaty, melon-mashing thighs exposed, a mouth-watering sight, then she slut-squatted at the speed of sound! Her riding and ass cheeks racing each other to see who could make more noise.
TNT-levels of thicc-heavy thot triumph! No way for Y/N to hold a candle to that, finally giving way to Ellen's victory rush of being a full-fledged hoe. Nothing was stopping her from getting what she wanted as Ellen moved, rocked and rampaged! She was free to do whatever she wanted, those wobble-booty twerk globes of Ellen's were wank-lovers weights, restraining them from taking any activity that Ellen didn't want.
Y/N powerless and moaning like a mad man under Ellen as she buried herself against Y/N with everything she had, her tongue out and a hot flush over her face as every bit of her was swinging to sex. Ellen's erotic frenzy more like an ascension into a higher power... as a hoe. Enough energy that Ellen could wildly shout about the joy of things: "I can't believe I was so lazy, I'm not going to let this dick of yours go away, human! This nut-swelling, musk-fuming, beastly bull bat is now my personal cock chair! I'm not letting you go, now fucking squirt your load! I don't need lollipops anymore!"
Exploding with need, the two of them combined as Y/N's backed-up batter came rushing out all at once. Airtight wasn't a guarantee right here, that elephant-bulging anaconda, caked and coated in sex lube, was a violent vagina-crusher. Even with the belly building popping from the inside of her skin, Ellen simply skank-slammed herself viciously, the use of her tail coming to life even further as her wobble-plants collided with those core-sustaining, nut-holders, kilograms worth of fermented fuck fluids freely released into the wilderness of her womb.
An erotic ecosystem evolving and arising within a second of contact as Ellen's body felt reverse gravity work on it, she was actually being pushed upwards from the sheer backlash of all that bitch-breaking batter! Y/N's horse-sized fuck-log enough of a threat, the totem pole not needing much momentum from Y/N, who was still pinned like a pancake, with Ellen slamming her hands against Y/N's stomach, gripping on what she could, and overworking herself once again. Truly worthy of being in Victoria Housekeeping.
A torrent of reactions and actions ensued between the two of them as Ellen's double-wider dumper and billion-width boing-boulders commenced a rut-shaking ritual to counter attack the world-wide, whore-wrecker that was Y/N's dick! Two forces competing for the supreme spot at the top, even though they'd achieved far more than they ever imagined they would, the competitiveness stemmed from beyond their own consciousness. A battle of wills that was certainly leaving the room scarred.
The violent spiral of slimy stud splooge blowing from Y/N's dick was the final step needed for Ellen to really get into gear, even though it had been more than 15 minutes since the stud seed super sprayed. But now it was Ellen's time to spin the block on Y/N, very literally! His bimbo bitch now gathering Y/N with the strength of her tail and putting a familiar scenario in place. "I'm ready again!" Ellen not even giving Y/N a chance for fairness, fighting and forcing her fuck flanks back with ridiculous rushing speed. A neck-break pace that gave ass afterimages.
All that cumming continued as Ellen used her tail to grab at Y/N and work him into her, practically forcing this mish-mash love-mating to continue on and on. Y/N's bones returning to their infancy with how tight Ellen enacted herself. "Don't... don't stop till you get enough!" Y/N using what remained of himself to quote Michael Jackson or some shit as his hands fought and Y/N pulled himself up to scratch as much as possible thanks to the PAWG porn-cheeks his hands were blessed enough to grope as much as he wanted.
Just the thing Ellen wanted as Ellen guided him further, only for the least expected to happen. All that sweat causing Ellen's fingers to skid against the wall, pinning her down, Y/N's weight and his dick spoiling her wide open! Ellen releasing a great expression, decades worth of emotion released in a single expression, the heavenly sound of a slut singing his dick-pillar's praise, along with that face? Yeah, Y/N came over and over, gallons gone to the gyatt-lard goddess that was Ellen Joe.
Ellen's tail continuing to rack up points for the MVP mating prize as it helped the lethargic stud go up and down even more, enough to kindly vent more of that steamy stud slime to the point Ellen would be coughing it out her mouth. Sweaty and sapped for stamina, Y/N could only grab at Ellen to lift himself up. First time failed with her stomach, second time almost succeeded by the shoulders, then utilising her massive shark tail Y/N rested above his skank, his cum spilling between those bodacious buns of hers, gliding down her back.
"Uhhh, I need a shower," Ellen moaned.
"Agreed," Y/N responded, pulling away but at the cost of letting his cock flex out even more. Plenty of strained sperm still left resting, fat ropes raining down like an unsuspecting storm on Ellen's hair, matting it down harder than any gel could, a powerful sound like a stone in a pond as it even had a tiny explosion. "Oops.
Ellen looked up, able to feel the heated man-milk, rolling her eyes. "Great," she commented, her tongue out and right on time for her to catch the fertiliser fluid in her mouth. A process that required her to roll her tongue around it several times to make it lap-able, then swallowing it down. Her body squeezed, tensing for a moment, then Y/N gasped as Ellen's tail strangled his movements.
"O-oh shit!" Y/N felt like his dream of seeing Ellen in more slutty outfits to please his libido might end with how her tail swam around his body.
Ellen smiled. "You, me, bathroom now."
From there, nothing could be done as Y/N had to accept his fate. Thirds was on the table, but it was going to be sponsored by Y/N's broken hip fragments and leftover sperm. The shower enclosure being Y/N's resting spot as Ellen utilised her shark Thiren gifts to the fullest. Seemingly thriving on endless thot energy, her skills as a slut rapidly developing at the cost of Y/N's safety. Nothing for her to worry about as Ellen made sure her eggs were deep-fried in dick juice and covered in enough cream to make sperm factories sue her for monopolising the market. All in all, Ellen found herself something even more sugary and better than lollipops, along with a love for exercise. Her only lament was that she could only go several more hours.
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Zhu Yuan thanked the citizen for the information and carried on, sighing with a sag on her shoulders. "I can feel their eyes mauling me. Still, I can't let public gawking stop me from my duty. Have you pulled any leads, Qingyi?"
"Negative. I've mostly gotten the same. A lot of screaming and furniture damage. The shower was such a mess that the water came out white from what I saw."
The fat-assed police offer cocked her head. "White water? I doubt that's water, but I can't think of anything else. And right now our only reliable testimony is currently in the hospital with many fractures."
Whilst one male continued treatment in the hospital and public security was on the case, a certain shark Thiren had to go through lollipops while she waited for her favourite treat to come back. At the very least, all this extra time gave her the chance to develop her body even more. Ellen was going to try and break the double digit hour benchmark.