ʙɪɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴋꜱ

What's up, choom? You need somethin'?

It doesn't take long before the Revenant's balls are clenching, those fat testicles working on forcing out her first load. The doll's *actual* load is dense, that yellowed sludge more like half cured concrete than semen. It erupts from her tip, every splurt hitting like --

She plants her hands on that fat ass, her fingers sinking in. Any decorum the doll had? It's immediately thrown out the window as she fucking ruts. Her cock is shoved in, slammed in to the base. Then it's pulled back, Revenant simply swinging her hips like a lusting mutt. Her --

Revenant doesn't even respond, the doll quickly hiking up her dress. Soon, she's clutching the base of her cock with one hand, the swollen and leaking glans slapped up against Rebecca's modded cunt. Then comes a thrust, the doll suppressing a groan as she forced her crown and --

She certainly got a nice look at that ass! The sight made her groan, her cock aching while her balls churned. The noble doll's brain was breaking, animal instinct flaring up as her eyes remained glued onto that fat ass. "No one will bother us here. I swear it . . ."

"I will pay for their cleaning." The doll, now invigorated, quickly grabs the merc by the wrist. She then pulls, half leading and half dragging Rebecca along. She knows an excellent space for privacy, a small garden set off to the side that no on trespasses through.

". . . . . . I would certainly not refuse the help." Her cock is pointing at the merc, the thick slab of dollmeat throbbing with need. It twitches as it spurts a glob of jizz through her dress, the dense slime fired with enough force to splat onto Rebecca's boots.

"I have little need for another warrior. I seek a companion for my bed." A very polite way of saying she needs something to fuck, not fight. Of course, her tented dress makes her actual intent very obvious. She's even leaking through the fabric!