Scorching Pathos

tallulah led the rival sorority, and there was nothing she loved more than absolute power. she’d literally thrown the lingerie at the other girl and commanded her to wear it. “this looks even better than i imagined.” the taller girl bent down behind foster, slapping her ass hard enough for the sound to echo, then attached a leash, deciding she’d parade the bitch around like the bitch she was, first. “come on, crawl.” another slap to her ass to spur her along. “and keep barking. the girls are gonna love this.” she laughed.

#fcrbiddenmcmories #{threads:foster}#{tallulah x foster}#usfw

foster whimpered before the slap landed hard on her ass. the sound filled the room for that fraction of a second. she cried out and then quickly bit down on tongue and lip to silence herself. the fat cheeks of her ass bounced with the force and then stopped. despite the humiliation of the moment, foster still had her back arched up, like it was ready for tallulah at any moment. another slap, another yelp and with it foster began to crawl. the shiny, smooth stockings flickering in the light as she did. she barked in response, shivering with nerves but crawling along all the same.

grunting as she kept thrusting into them, she grabbed handfuls of that fat, juicy ass in front of her and squeezed as her balls slapped their folds relentlessly. bottoming out, she groaned as she flooded them and looked down, watching them dripping with her arousal. “fuckin’ whore.” she spat on their ass. “you’re not worth wasting a perfectly good condom on.” she cooed. “yeah, you better thank me, used up slut.”

#fcrbiddenmcmories #{threads:kris}#usfw

kris whimpered and cried out as their ass was flooded with the seed of the other. it was a long process and the redhead had to be bound for it all. twitches and tiny, tiny movements were all they were allotted given their bindings. "thank y-you, daddy. thank you for the-the breeding," they had been told what to say if they were free to speak. tears stung the sides of their eyes. "thank you f-for using m-me like the s-slut i am."

muse: dani blake. 31-34. plot: sugar baby plot, except your muse is dani's sugar baby. nuff said. open to: f/nb 21+

glancing over at the younger sex doll beside her, dani smirked. “you look good dressed in my money, you know?” she taunted. “so how about we rip it off you and i make you scream my name until you can’t scream anymore?”

#fcrbiddenmcmories #{threads:kai}#{dani x kai}#usfw

"you keep paying for it, i'll keep wearing it. especially when you have taste like this." sex doll was right, kai was practically busting out of the high class lingerie wrapped around their form. it was apart of the process. dani needed to approve their looks before they got to wear them. "you want to rip it? you don't think it'd be hotter to keep it on during?" there's a wicked smirk forming and they're already getting up to come over to their daddy.

Amelia’s hands were large and possessive, trembling slightly with the sheer intensity of the connection. As Cherry’s body bucked against her, riding her with a frantic, desperate rhythm, Amelia didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her palms cupping Cherry’s heavy, milk-filled breasts. The weight of them in her grasp was a visceral reminder of the life they had created together, a constant, beautiful consequence of every time Amelia had emptied herself inside her.

She squeezed firmly, kneading the soft, engorged flesh, watching with a dark, hungry gaze as Cherry’s breath hitched into a sharp, jagged gasp. The friction between them was electric. Every time Cherry clenched her internal muscles around Amelia’s thick length, Amelia groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated deep in her own chest. She pushed back harder, driving into Cherry with a deliberate, rhythmic force that seemed to anchor them both to the spot. She felt the overwhelming heat radiating from Cherry’s swollen belly, the skin stretched taut and humming with life. Amelia swirled her thumbs over Cherry’s sensitive nipples, feeling the leakage that had become a constant companion to their intimacy.

#cherrythorn #{threads:cherry}#{amelia x cherry}#usfw

the perfect line between loving and debacherous- being with amelia. her wandering hands finding purchase on cherry's swollen chest. they were encouraged, like so much of the rest of her form. the widening hips, the heavy thighs and of course the round stomach. "please. keep playing with them. taste them; you're driving me insane mommy," she whispered, eyes rolling, tongue out, hips driving.

over and over she bounced. when she could focus in on the older woman, she whimpered merely at the sight. at the way she looked at her, the way her own chest bounced with each time cherry came down. or amelia met her going up. with it came the clenching down of her thick ass on the other woman's cock. drawing from and for both of them the maximum amount of pleasure she could. sweat pooled and dripped and still she could feel energy coursing through her. "uh-uh-uh-uh!"

gabby smacked kris' ass hard enough for the sound to echo, leaving an angry red print across pale flesh, and she could practically hear the wall creaking with each thrust, mesmerized by the violent ripples and jiggles of their ass. as soon as she felt them clenching, gabby gripped their hips firmly, snapping hers into theirs again, then before long she was dumping the first of many loads into kris' asshole. "fuck! fuckin'.... take it all," gabby groans as she exhausts the contents of her first orgasm to the point where their ass is so full it's leaking back out down their thighs and dripping onto the floor.

#fcrbiddenmcmories #{thread:kris}#{gabby x kris}#usfw

kris's entire body moved with the force of the slap, jostling out the o-ring around their face slightly. so the sounds grew as did the possibility of the words becoming actual words instead of just sounds. just in time for them to squeak out a, "what?" before the first load erupted into their impossible fat ass. the redhead wiggled against their restraints but could do nothing but take it. take it and be filled to the brim with the stranger's cum. it leaked out and onto the floor beneath and they could feel it run down their legs. "n-no condom too?" they whimpered, knowing that if you were to fuck a doll, why would you use a condom? it was further degrading, but there was nothing for them to do. "thank y-you, daddy."

Amelia held her position, her thighs acting as a sturdy, immovable anchor for Vega’s weight. She felt the shudders racing through the younger woman’s body, the frantic, melodic sounds of her pleas vibrating directly against Amelia's own chest. It was a symphony of surrender that sent a sharp, undeniable jolt of heat straight to her core.

As she continued her rhythmic, expert caresses, Amelia felt the unmistakable, heavy thrum of her own arousal answering the call. Her cock began to lengthen and harden pressing firmly into Vega's back. The friction was intoxicating. Every time Vega shifted or wiggled, Amelia felt the rigid pulse of her own desire sharpening against the soft curve of the other woman's body. She leaned in closer, her chin tucking into the sensitive crook of Vega’s neck, her breath hitching as she felt the strain of her own hardening length becoming a heavy, demanding presence between her thighs. She didn't pull away. Instead, she adjusted her hips, ensuring that Vega felt every bit of the growing, throbbing hardness that she was so expertly coaxing into existence.

#cherrythorn #{threads:vega}#{amelia x vega}#usfw

vega didn't stop. especially when she felt amelia's body responding in similar ways to her own. the difference was the thick inches of the woman who bred her were much, much larger. her pregnant form wiggled and pressed and threw itself back a bit more with how little it could move. vega's breaths were staggered and frantic. she could feel the burning desire seize her entire form. like it had so many times before. like the time she had begged for the older woman to breed her like she was now. and she'd do it again too shortly.

she leaned back and kissed her. kissed her again. a type that was sloppy and hungry and wanted nothing more than more of everything. so simple huh? "you make me so fucking hot i can't think straight," she whimpered into the kiss. pulling away only slightly to speak to the other. "i want to you fuck me. hard. right here and now. fuck, i want to feel your fat cock inside of me again. breed me again, mommy. please. know i'm already knocked up but i need more please. oh, please. oh please."

Caught red-handed, or rather, flushed and breathless in the center of the living room, Olivia froze for a split second before a slow, wicked grin crept across her face. Her substantial, heavy chest rose and fell in violent, heaving rhythms, the massive mounds bouncing with every residual shudder of her core.

Slowly, deliberately, Olivia didn't bother scrambling for a blanket. Instead, she arched her spine further, letting her hips roll in a slow, torturous grind against the absurdly thick silicone pillar buried deep inside her. A soft, decadent moan slipped past her lips as she leaned back on her hands, offering River an unobstructed, panoramic view of her thoroughly wrecked, glistening state.

"It took a couple of weeks to get used to it," Olivia said as she softly laughed, which quickly turned into a moan, her voice dripping with a sultry. She gave the colossal toy another deliberate, heavy bounce.

#cherrythorn #{threads:river}#{olivia x river}#usfw

"i can tell just...just-uh by looking at you there."

river just continued to watch. enthralled. their own lust blooming and blossoming and then some from the sight. jesus, the toy was huge. immediately they burned for the knowledge that they too could fit that monster inside of them. then there was the vision of the older woman. all of her. bouncing, moving, gyrating and arching. it would live rent free in their mind after this. even if it ended right here and they scrambled away never to speak of it again, river would likely bounce on their own biggest toy thinking of her.

"you're really going at it there. really giving it your all huh?" they added, nervously licking their lips and dropping their stuff onto the ground. then kicking off the heels they had worn to work. slowly they walked over, watching her just bounce and bounce and bounce. fuck. the throbs of their own arousal fighting against the lace beneath their skirt.

"can i...can i help? not good at giving anything but maybe i can, you know, use my mouth while you do this? sort of...worship you maybe?"

muse: tallulah bennett. 25-28. plot: in source

“aht, aht, i’m not so easy. you know that.” tallulah teased her roommate, looking down at her. the other woman on her knees was the only place tallulah ever wanted her to be for her, and no one else looked better than her in this position.... but that didn’t mean tallulah couldn’t humiliate her before she had fun with her, either. “hands and knees. get on them. crawl to me.” she instructed as she moved to the other side of the room and sat on the bed, legs crossed in anticipation. “be a good puppy and come over and please daddy.” she taunted, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “and bark like you want it, or i’m not fucking you.”

#fcrbiddenmcmories #{threads:foster}#{tallulah x foster}#usfw

foster whimpered. even before the comment about barking and being a good puppy, she had whimpered. because tallulah had the sorority leader wrapped around her finger so easily. hell, the lingerie she was sporting wasn't even her favorite color. it was tallulah's. so she could admire the buxom form in the lace while she crawled on her hands and knees. as instructed. foster slid over and up to the other woman looming over her. on hands and knees. the clink of the collar around her neck furthering the 'puppy' aspect. and then she barked. with shame coursing through her, foster looked up at her daddy and barked like the good puppy she was. so she could be used as such.

A soft, breathy sigh slipped past Olivia’s lips as she tilted her head back, her hips moving in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that swallowed every single inch of the imposing silicone length. Beneath the thin fabric of her white camisole, completely braless, her heavy, full breasts bounced and swayed with each downward descent, heavy globes of flesh shifting in a mesmerizing dance of their own. Her nipples were taut, hardened peaks pressing sharply against the delicate cotton, begging for a touch she was denying herself as she focused entirely on the delicious, stretching pressure below.

A low, melodic moan escaped her throat, vibrating in the quiet room as she maintained her steady, practiced pace. Hearing the desperate whine and seeing the way the scholar leaned forward like an eager worshipper sent a fresh wave of heat pooling deep in Olivia’s core. She softly laughed at River's comment. "This isn't my first time," she said, softly laughing.

She paused for a fraction of a second, resting her weight fully on the thick base of the toy, and looked down through half-mast, hooded eyes. A slow, knowing smirk played at the corners of her lips as her chest heaved, those lush, heaving mounds bouncing enticingly with every breath she drew.

"Careful now," Olivia purred, her voice dripping with a sultry amusement that entirely shattered any illusion of her being innocent or motherly. "You might just have to earn your turn."

#cherrythorn #{threads:quinn}#{olivia x quinn}#usfw

quinn watched. enthralled and enraptured.

how quickly olivia had set it down to now riding it. how quickly she pushed all of the impossible inches into her cunt. fuck, it was unbelievable. quinn was no top, they were practiced at taking impossible monsters. but even so. there was something remarkable about watching the older woman do all of that so easily. to watch her stretch around the thick silicone and give them a show they'd likely never forget.

"i'll do it," quinn let out with a gasp. leaning forward so that they were basically on the floor in front of olivia. on their hands and knees, gazing up at the vision of a woman who could be a goddess in this life or in one of the past.

"please let me earn my turn. i'll do whatever you want. gods above, you are gorgeous. can i worship you? call you something? please?" they whined.

amelia + cherry // gif @cruelangcls

The rhythmic motion above her sent tremors of heat straight through Amelia’s core. Bound by the intoxicating combination of weight and warmth, she rested her hands gently on Cherry’s hips, anchoring herself to the intoxicating flow of the moment.

With every downward descent of Cherry’s body, her heavily pregnant form shifted, the immense, milk-heavy breasts swaying and bouncing with a hypnotic, natural gravity. Amelia tilted her head back, her eyes tracing the mesmerizing rhythm, entirely captivated by the fullness of Cherry’s chest.

The friction was electric, every movement drawing a soft from Amelia. Trapped beneath the glorious, welcoming weight of her partner, Amelia surrendered completely to the sensation, one hand cupping a globed breast and rubbing a thumb against a nipple.

#cherrythorn #{threads:cherry}#{amelia x cherry}#usfw

cherry bounced on amelia's cock with deep wanting and reckless abandon.

the heavy form bounced along with her. the pregnant body long since given way to showing what it was amelia had done to her. something she had begged and pleaded for with each orgasm that the older woman loaded her up with. the first time she had felt her cock slid into her, it was like a desperate, unending wanting to be taken by her and bred properly. and now they had that. most definitely had that.

her open mouth let out a new sound of a whimpering moan as amelia played with her chest while fucking her. "oh. oh, you're so big mommy. you make me feel so good," cherry let out, the last words turning into more sounds of pleasure. her ass clenched down hard on amelia's fat cock, drawing pleasure more for her but also certainly for the woman fucking her. toes curled. eyes rolled. her hands slid down her own heavy, pregnant form. burning for the feeling of touch amidst the deep pleasure of being fucked.

olivia + vera // gif @cruelangcls

Olivia’s lips lingered against Vega’s for a quiet, lingering moment, tasting the warmth of their breath before slowly pulling back just enough to look down at them. She shifted her weight slightly, her thighs pressing a little firmer against Vega’s hips to secure the embrace, feeling the heavy, rounded contours of Vega’s body settle even deeper into her lap.

Her hand slid from the curve of Vega’s shoulder down to cup the heavy, swollen weight of their breast. It filled her palm entirely, warm and tender under her touch. Olivia’s thumb brushed lazily over the dark, distended nipple, feeling it harden instantly against her skin. She traced a slow circle around the sensitive crest before pinching it lightly between her fingers, savoring the soft, shuddering intake of breath that rippled through the frame pressed tightly against her chest. With her other arm still securely wrapped around Vega’s upper body, Olivia pulled them just a fraction closer.

#cherrythorn #{threads:vega}#{amelia x vega}#usfw

vega felt like a loved plaything in the moment. that all of her was on display and it was an open playing field for amelia to do with as she wished. hands wandering and cupping and playing with her swollen chest. swollen like the rest of her body after these last few months of pregnancy. one hand moved back to keep herself pressed further up against the older woman while the other held her stomach and lived and breathed in the moment of being so expertly touched.

"you're driving me insane," she whispered, pressing her head back. long dark locks falling all around her. against amelia's shoulder she whimpered and moaned, body wiggling and convulsing slightly. her chest moved into the touch and her own arousal wept. "fuck, that feels so good. you feel so good mommy. i'm so hot for you. you're making me feel crazy, mommy. i need you. please."

the muffled breaths and moans on the other side of the wall just made gabby smirk, spreading them wide before pushing into their asshole and groaning as she felt them stretch around her shaft, and gabby was sure she'd died and gone to heaven at the sensation. to her and everyone else, kris was just a set of holes. watching their hands clasp, gabby smirked before grabbing them and using them as handles, gripping their hands as she pounded into her hole, stretching her out brutally as the slapping sounds of balls meeting ass filled the room along with their collective chorus of moans.