Well said, sir! Heavy casualties, but well worth the cost.
Ricky Java
2018-09-11 21:20:21 +0000 UTC
As Elaya grew older, she grew more beautiful. Granted, a few of the hairs around her ever-taut areolae became wiry antennae, but her breasts retained their jutting profile. Gelatinous enough to flow around her lovers and across her bulbous lap, yet rubbery enough that they thrust forward, left boob always the first thing to meet doors, sinks, and any faces that tried climbing whatever staircase she was descending. Her right boob was always a fifth smaller than the left but it had its admirers, their dicks inflating into towering, obovate baby factories at the sight. Elaya's breasts at their largest easily bounced past her knees when she waddled about the court, several prominent teat-whiskers letting her know when they were about to impact a flaccid penis or another milk-bloated tit. Elaya's hips and ass had doubled in size, making her the envy of everyone - save for Fiona and Morgana, both of whom had the biggest butts on the continent. But Elaya could brag of her boob-whiskers and how they made vast sweeps across the court, swinging up and down and left and right, imperious filaments that preceded the inevitable spraying milk that Elaya graciously bestowed upon her growing number of followers, much to the shock (and jealousy) of her rivals.
Zeerol
2018-08-25 03:40:08 +0000 UTC
Cannons to the left of them... cannons to the right of them... into the vast valley between the squirting cannons rode the horny six hundred!