Advancing her dropped jaw and gawking, conveniently un-fucked mouth, her well-defined face opened, sharp, distinct cheekbones protruding lightly as her tongue lolled out, lips ripe for the taking, the smooth curve of her twiggy neck unobstructed. Despite that eye-narrowed, 'what, are you fucking serious?' sort of revulsion she was currently undergoing, she licked her dark-painted lips still, gazing at the lurid view before her. Her waiting gob was practically ecstatic to dive face-first onto the business end of the suitor’s insisting member. Psychically lashed, the blathering redhead, planted a completely wholesome tongue-first kiss onto the winking crest of the mushroomed flare, gentle and dotting at first, but then fierce, brazen… hungry. Transitioning it between slit-dipping tongue-twists and crown-caressing licks, she shovelled modest amounts of precum into her mouth. It was bitter; so fucking supersaturated it was almost nauseating. So, she gathered more and more of it and naturally rolled it behind half-opened lips while her accommodating tongue cradled the underside of the shaft. Lips curled in a silent croon, breath catching in short staccato gasps while the fat, prying head roiled in the oral reckoning, the perpetual rocking 'urging' her face down the base, towards the entangled and frizzled mess of her oral fuck-buddy's musky crotch. Back and forth she went in her spit roast adventure. Parting her lips further, her brows tented pleadingly, beads of sweat blooming on her wrinkled forehead from the shockingly-fast exertion the double-teaming wrought upon her. Her eyes struggled against the testosterone-laden effect they had on her, lashes constantly fluttering while her mouth shifted into gear, becoming a well for a disgruntled, gurgling cacophony of moaning mewl, lost in the 'can’t even' moment.<br/><br/>Gorging themselves in the lightning coruscating through the lot of them, stitching together their every nerve, with each full thrust, bursting in and out of her cock-overloaded body with careless abandon, and dragging themselves away until her cunt clung desperately and the assorted back-splatter of the oral make out session provided her throat with a well-deserved lubrication. She could feel every one of the myriad fleshy prongs carving dull lines against the tight, marshmallow flesh of her insides, tickling her compatibly sex-slick body, her mouth frothing, her throat crushed and her neck struggling at every second, jostling as the shaft sank deeper, constantly prompted to motion by her backside attendant's building thrusts. In fact, each hip-quaking movement was accompanied by a thrumming pressure on her clit and brought with it a bodily-shaken bounce to the lacy crib that the fae creature was so graciously attending. Her fingers quaked in anguished ecstasy, eyes welling up, hands clambering for purpose on the goat man's twisted, carpet-clad legs, digits digging deep. A hard-racking cough frothed the spit clogging her throat when a particularly cunt-sizzling smack bottomed out on her silken backside, saliva mantling up, packing her nostrils, seeped out around the tight vacuum seal her mouth provided, another layer of polish for lips already dripping with it. It plunged her face-first onto the spearing crotch, but she gobbled the meat with surprising expertise that stunned even her. Her tongue absentmindedly squirmed and wriggled against the meat-pole flattening it against her lower jaw and a thrilling tinge of nervousness and astonishment sprawled at the back of her sex-crazed mind then. She was so lost in the indescribably shock and awe of her female anatomy being put to such thoroughly perverse use, adorned with new sexually-repurposed innards, she even couldn’t spare a single neuron to marking the passage of time. Her cock-swollen lips and nose soon flattened against a chiselled belly, draped with hot meat and rich with sweat’s briny essence and even an inkling of her own natural scent, punctuated by her gag-reflexes furious, sickly-sweet gurgles and gaggles that sent her cross-eyed into the night.