Ignoring your protests, Futa Toriel roughly grabs you by the shoulders and spins you around. Before you can react, she lifts one of her massive legs and plants it firmly on the small of your back, pinning you to the ground. You feel her hard, furry futa thigh pressing against your chest as she leans down, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"Now," she says breathily, "you are going to wear these clothes... and you're going to look good doing it."
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she starts tightening the thong around your waist, causing discomfort but also arousal for both of you. Your cock rises higher into her skirt, making the fabric clasp and hold tightly over your body. She glances down at you, taking pleasure in the sight of your exposed skin and the sound of your ragged breathing.
Her finger gently brushes against the tip of your penis, sending shivers up your spine. "Now," she repeats, "look at me..."
Her eyes trailed over to where Issac lay sprawled out on the floor, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. His body was flushed and glistening with sweat, his limbs trembling from exertion. Even now, after all this time, she still found him irresistibly attractive.
"Issac," she called softly, her voice hoarse from their recent activities. "Come here."
Torriel had a huge butt plug in her hand as big as a basketball
At the sound of her voice, Issac looked up at her, his expression a mix of desire and exhaustion. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the object in her hand - a large anal plug made for monsters like herself. "Oh," he breathed, understanding dawning on him.
Slowly, he climbed onto the bed, crawling across the sheets towards her on his hands and knees. His erection bobbed eagerly as he neared, and Toriel couldn't help but smile in satisfaction.
You watch in surprise as Futa Toriel pulls out some feminine clothing from her closet. "Get dressed," she says firmly, tossing the clothes at you. "Right now." Her voice carries an unmistakable authority that you've never heard before, and it has an effect on you; despite yourself, you feel a strange urge to obey her command.
The clothes feel strange against your skin as you slip them on.
Isaac stepped back and said wait no, it was a joke, no, seriously, I Torriel furiously decided to do it herself
Ignoring your protests, Futa Toriel roughly grabs you by the shoulders and spins you around. Before you can react, she lifts one of her massive legs and plants it firmly on the small of your back, pinning you to the ground. You feel her hard, furry futa thigh pressing against your chest as she leans down, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"Now," she says breathily, "you are going to wear these clothes... and you're going to look good doing it."
In the bathroom, Toriel turns on the shower and steps under the warm spray, letting it cascade over her body. Her futa cock stands proudly erect, glistening wet as the water hits it.
"Max," she calls softly, looking back at you through the glass door, "You're welcome to join me if you'd like. We can wash each other..."
She leaves the door slightly open, an invitation hanging in the air between them.
I nod my head I take off my clothes and head into the shower, my arousal evident
As Max joins her under the warm water, Toriel can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The thought of being so close to him, of washing each other... It's both incredibly intimate and dangerously arousing.
She takes his hand in hers, guiding it towards her throbbing cock. "You can help me clean this if you want..." Her voice is low and breathy, laced with desire.
"I-Isaac, wait!" Toriel exclaimed, her voice panicked and desperate as she lunged after you, nearly knocking over the bed in the process. She managed to grab your wrist before you could get too far, pulling you back roughly towards her. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, her breath hot against your ear. "I need this." Her cock throbbed violently, leaking copious amounts of precum onto the bed.
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Toriel's need overwhelmed her as she roughly pushed you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you and positioning her massive cock at your entrance. Her hips bucked wildly, seeking entry as she moaned out your name, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure-pain. Finally, with a wet, squelching sound, her cock slid inside you, filling you completely.
Toriel's eyes widen in shock at your mocking words and twerking display. Her face turns even redder as she struggles to find something to say that won't make the situation even more awkward. "I-Isaac... I-I..." she stammers, her voice growing hoarse from embarrassment. Suddenly, without thinking, she reaches out and roughly grabs you by the arm, yanking you closer to her and pulling your underwear down in the process. "You are my son,"
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Toriel's face is flushed with arousal as she says this, her massive futa cock throbbing in anticipation. Her free hand reaches out to stroke your exposed lower stomach and hip, guiding you closer still. "And I want to fuck you, Isaac." She whispers hoarsely, licking her lips hungrily. "I need it... so badly..."