With a lust soaked guttural yell, the raven haired Hulkess threw herself into a final wave of ecstasy with enough force to splinter a weaker bed into smithereens. Fortunately, Dr Ross had taken prior precautions in that area after realizing her tendency to occasionally "Sleephulk" and wake up among a confusion of broken timber.
The rising and falling of Betty's monumental breast slowed to a calm tidal motion as she gradually caught her breath, all the while idly toying and tousling April's scruff. A satisfied snarl spread across her dark red lips as she grunted something unintelligible, her eyes falling slowly shut.
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