" You're holding it wrong "
Mitzi's Current Clothing
Armor: Star Viper slutwear
Upper Undergarment: Nothing
Lower Undergarment: Hardlight Naga Suit
Please adjust
The green-skinned girl shivers. Her knees audibly knock together from the rich, musky scent your malenesses exude. Biting her lower lip, she meekly nods. Her breeding instincts, augmented by endless bimbofying drugs, must be going wild. The only thing keeping her from jumping your dick this very second is her ingrained submissiveness. Her eyes are wide and pleading, backed up by a high-pitch whine from somewhere inside her throat. Mitzi rubs deeper between her legs, instantly soaking her fingers with incredibly liberal secretions. “...yesssss. Please... fuck Mitzi.”
You grab a lock of purple hair and pull the mindbroken goblin’s face against your toy-sized, tentacle-lined tool, smearing her cheek with your pre-cum, leaving her skin glistening with fuck-scent. She doesn’t protest or complain. Instead, she grows more aroused by the second. Flushing hot, her face radiates heat and desire. Her nipples are as thick as pencil erasers, hard against your roving palm. She can’t even stop her pussy from absolutely drizzling. The off-beat spattering of cunt-juice on the floor is music to your ears.
