Poppy just loves the feeling of Branch inside of her.
“Agh!”
Poppy's mouth hung open. Panting on each bounce Branch made her do. Her long pink bobbing up and down as she rode him. The sound of her bare bum coming down on his lap echoed through the room. Poppy really loved it.
The Pop Queen loved how easily Branch's cock went back inside her as she came down. Poppy felt a fondness about the way his girth ground against her tunnels on the way out. Her eyes stayed shut, focusing on his manhood spreading her sex on every reentry.
“Branch,” The Pop Queen breathed.
His grip on her wrists was as tight as rope knots. Her back faced his chest. Branch's back pressed against the wall as she rode him out. Her knees on either side of his hips. The bed that they currently share was squeaking under them. His grunts were much louder, however. Both the bed’s springs and his queen’s moans that is.
“I’m yours,” the pink troll confessed.
Poppy was at her limit as was her lover. Her breasts jounced wildly with his thrusts increased speed. Branch's voice wailed out piercing her ears. She meant it when she said that she was his. Taking his orgasm was all the proof Poppy needed of that. His warm milk filling her pussy was more than welcome. Branch, couldn’t accept that outcome, however.
She was the his best friend. The troll who loved him. His queen deserved more than just his seed. Branch couldn’t call himself her champion if he couldn’t satisfy her. The ride quite wasn’t over.
“Wha?” The pop queen uttered being tossed onto her stomach, “What’re you—Oh Goddess!”
Branch's fingers dove right into her wet and dripping womanhood. Poppy let out winces of pleasure feeling him rapidly penetrate her sex. He stayed on top of her squirming body, pinning her to the bed. Poppy's smile and glazed eyes enticed him. But not nearly as much as her last words.
“Cumming! I'm Cumming!”
The Pop Queen opened her mouth to scream it one more time. But her toe-curling orgasm didn’t allow it. She bit her lip feeling wave after wave crash down. Branch could feel her thighs quivering under him. Poppy's satisfied exhales lingering in his ear gave Branch a reason to smile ear to ear.
“You cocky bastard,” The Pop Queen teased.
Branch kissed her tenderly on the cheek before rolling onto his back. He was her husband after all. Her happiness was final.
