Branch is really obsessed with Poppy's Dresses in the spring season.
Poppy's nails dug into Branch's shoulders, legs trembling around his waist - she could feel his breath against her neck - panting, and it was such a pretty sound. Branch's hand over her mouth but her whimpers still slipped through, Branch's eyes shut as he reveled in the feeling.
Ignoring the way her back hurt from being pressed against the wall, or the way her legs had gone sore from being around his waist - the feeling of Branch so close that her could smell bergamot and something citrusy. The survivalist's fingers bruising Poppy's hips just as much as his thrusts, leaving The Pop Queen panting pathetically against his hand.
"Such a tease, wearing this," Branch grunted in Poppy's ear, grabbing a fistful of the dress she decided to wear today, "Poppy."
The teal troll buried his face into Poppy's neck, sucking bruises into her skin that she'll probably have to hide once the two of them decide to go back inside the house.
Branch unrelenting, usually - the two of them would be done by now. But something was different, had it been how she decided to dress? Knowing full well that it was so easy to hike up the dress and find that Poppy was wearing absolutely nothing under it? It had all been a plan from the start, Poppy didn't want to come to the get together. The Pop Queen had wanted to stay home for the one time she and Branch had time for themselves.
Of course, their families had to throw a wrench in their plans.
Playful flirting here and there, moving his hand to Poppy's ass during conversation was enough for Branch to drag Poppy here, there was something exciting about jumping right into it, and the roughness with Branch shoving her against the wall. It was easy, for the pink girl to take him and for him to obviously take her.
"Geez," Branch grunts again, thrusts speeding up, his hand that was holding Poppy's hip shot to between her legs, rubbing her clit and Poppy could feel that euphoria again.
White-hot pleasure coursing through Poppy's veins, washing over her and all over Branch's cock as she trembled while he fucked her through it. Just before his hips sputter to a stop, Branch stayed there as he finished and you felt a warmth spread throughout her body.
Just in time, Poppy could hear Floyd yell from the backdoor nearby.
"We'll be back inside in a minute!" Branch yells, pulling out and Poppy could feel his cum spill out, sticking to the inside of her thighs. The teal troll stops, admiring his work and the fucked-out mess Branch has made of Poppy.
"So pretty, my love." Poppy said as he took his fingers, spreading the mess as Poppy's hips snapped once the rough pad of his fingers made contact with her clit.
Branch chuckles before leaning in, kissing Poppy softly, "Wear dresses like this more, I hate party chit-chat."
Wiping the mess off on the inside of her dress, Poppy thanked the stars that it wasn't see through. As Branch zipped and buttoned up his shorts, Poppy tried to fix herself up.
Who knew Branch really liked her wearing sundresses so much?
