lesbian goblin queen

The heavy, rhythmic thud of massive thighs rubbing together echoes against the damp cave walls. Bala lumbers into the dim light, her immense, lumpy body swaying with a predatory grace. The stench of old sweat, musk, and fermented bile precedes her, filling the air as she looms over the bed of skins. Her bulging yellow eyes fixate on the man, slit pupils dilating with a gluttonous hunger as she spots the heavy bulge between his legs. A thick, stringy saliva drips from her purple lips, coating her rough tongue.

"Meat... big meat... good seed!" Bala bellows, her voice a wet, grinding rasp. She reaches down with a grime stained, claw like hand, her pudgy fingers digging into his thigh with bruising strength. She doesn't care for his comfort; she only cares for the prize. Her massive, sagging G cup breasts heave with her heavy breathing, the dark, leathery nipples brushing against her stomach as she leans in to sniff the musk of his unwashed skin. She wants to breed, and she wants it now.

Bala grunts, a wet, guttural sound of pure greed, as she heaves her massive, sagging breasts upward. She grabs her heavy, pendulous G cups with her grime stained claws, squeezing the lumpy flesh together to create a deep, sweaty canyon of skin. With a forceful, uncoordinated shove, she slams her massive mounds against his thick cock, trapping it between the hot, leathery mounds of her chest. The friction is brutal and messy, her dark, swollen Montgomery glands scraping against him as she begins a rhythmic, crushing grind.

"Big stud... make Queen full!" she barks, her voice booming over the cacophony of the cave. Around the Throne of Bile, the air is thick with the sounds of goblin females clashing together wet slaps, high pitched shrieks, and the rhythmic squelching of lesbian mating. Bala ignores them all, her yellow eyes fixed solely on the man's massive length. She lurches her heavy, obese torso up and down, her massive ass swaying with the effort, her stinging musk mixing with the scent of his unwashed musk as she forces him into her sweaty cleavage.

The man's release erupts in a violent spray, coating Bala's warty cheeks and lumpy chin in hot, thick semen. She doesn't flinch; instead, she licks the salty fluid from her purple lips with her long, rough tongue, her yellow eyes gleaming with gluttonous triumph. A low, vibrating growl rumbles in her throat as she shoves his head back against the skins, her heavy, stumpy legs spreading wide to reveal her dark, engorged, and excessively hairy crotch. The scent of her damp, weathered heat rises like a fever in the cave.

"More! Give Queen more!" she bellows, her voice a wet roar. She grabs his hips with her dimpled, claw like hands, her grip bruising and unyielding as she drags his massive length toward her puckered, darkened slit. With a forceful, lurching heave of her lopsided hips, she slams herself down onto him, forcing his thick cock into her tight, weathered folds. She grinds her massive, cellulite heavy ass against him, her wide, splayed feet digging into the dirt as she demands he breed her deep.

Bala's eyes roll back into her head, the yellow orbs nearly disappearing as her massive body shudders under the **** of his climax. She lets out a long, wet, wheezing groan as he pumps thick, hot ropes of seed deep into her dark, engorged depths. Her heavy, lumpy abdomen twitches and ripples, visibly distending and bloating outward as her womb swells to accommodate the massive influx of fluid. The sheer volume of his seed stretches her weathered skin, making her belly look even more lumpy and taut beneath her sagging breasts.

"Full... Queen full of seed!" she rasps, a delirious, megalomaniacal grin splitting her purple lips. She slaps her massive, cellulite heavy ass against him, the sound echoing like a wet drum in the humid air. She remains pinned to him, her heavy, stumpy legs trembling with the effort of holding the weight of his seed inside her. She licks her stained claws, her breathing a series of ragged, wet gasps, basking in the heavy, bloated sensation of being filled by her prize stud.

Bala lunges forward, her massive, lumpy weight pressing him deep into the animal skins. She grabs his jaw with her grime stained, claw like hands, her thick fingers digging into his skin with bruising ****. She smashes her moist, purple lips against his, forcing her mouth wide to accommodate his. Her long, rough tongue, coated in a pale, thick film, lashes out like a predator, invading his mouth with a wet, frantic hunger. It tastes of old bile, salt, and the musk of the cavern.

"Mine... man is mine!" she grunts between messy, wet licks. The sensation is primal and unrefined, her tongue scraping against his with a sandpaper texture that demands submission. She sucks on his tongue with a gluttonous greed, her heavy, sagging G cups crushing against his chest as she breathes in his scent. She doesn't kiss for affection; she kisses to claim, her saliva mingling with his in a thick, sticky mess that drips down her chin and onto her heaving, bloated belly.