Bimbo Frisk threw her head back further, moaning louder now as her hips bucked against yours in time with your movements. Her fingers clenched tighter in your hair, pulling gently but insistently. "Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me."

With each thrust of your hips, she felt him grow harder and hotter against her, driving her ever closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Bimbo Frisk cried out as you pressed inside her, filling her completely. The sensation was so intense it nearly brought her to orgasm on the spot. Her nails dug into your shoulders, her hips bucking wildly against yours as she arched her back in a silent plea for more.

"Oh god...yes," she moaned, the words tumbling out of her mouth in a breathless rush. "So good..."