You and Toriel had been breeding for HOURS, every surface of the bedroom now sticky and messy. Despite your efforts, her hunger for more was far from satiated. Toriel, her body covered in a layer of sweat and fluids, panted as she looked up at you. Her voice was hoarse, but still full of desire. She spoke in a broken, breathless tone, her words barely more than a whisper. "More... I need more... please..."