Preview - Herm Mommy Fever at The Laundromat
Story by zmeydros on SoFurry
When Ramda the herm wolf and Hazel the herm horse show up at the local laundromat on Halloween to wash some blankets before fall temperatures plummet, they find they have a lot in common. They're both single, they're both herms, they both want to be mothers someday, and they both took the day off because they're in heat. In fact, they're so compatible that the more they talk, the more hot for each other they get.
No one in the laundromat is prepared for the moment their breeding instincts overcome their reason, least of all, them.
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[b]Preview - Herm Mommy Fever at The Laundromat[/b]
[i]~Herms, Instincts, and Laundromats~[/i]
[i]By Zmeydros (Hazel and Ramda Singlais)[/i]
[i](Edited by WolfLeah, Foxinuhhbox, Xaziana Tenabris, and Sadie Singlais) [/i]
Thick clouds loomed over the eclectic, shop-lined streets of LA, unleashing a seemingly endless slow drizzle on the tree-lined sidewalks, trash cans, bus stops, and under-caffeinated denizens below. With how dark it was, and no visible sign of the sunrise, it felt as though the night had lingered into the next day. The only indication that morning had arrived were the humans and anthros congregating at cafes and coffee shops.
Between two twenty-foot-tall trees, with her dark-magenta-furred wolf tail sticking straight back behind her for balance, was Ramda. She was reaching into her spruce green Subaru from the passenger's side, her paw-padded hands digging a few receipts out of one of the center cup holders. Grabbing a wrapper for a nut bar she'd needed to make it to dinner yesterday, she extracted herself from her car. Then she hip-checked the passenger's side door, making her six tits jiggle under her dark green blouse.
The passenger's door swung closed and latched as she glanced at the hatchback section of her spruce green Subaru which was completely full of blankets and bedding waiting to be laundered. After locking her car, using the fob in her free hand and putting her keys in her pocket, she stepped up to the public trash can in front of her. Her well-muscled arms made nearly any jacket a bit too tight. So, as she tossed the rubbish she'd collected, her movements were accentuated by complaints from the sleeves of her studded leather jacket. The studs on the pockets of her dark gray capri jeans had the same pyramid-shape as the studs on her jacket.
She liked jeans that didn't go down all the way because she loved showing off her digitigrade footpaws. Footpaws which were currently being protected from the cold by special-made studded leather boots that matched her jacket. A pair of small silver hoop earrings with dangling malachite cubes were the perfect accent to her verdant green eyes.
Finishing her outfit was a silver pendant that had a stunning piece of turquoise in the center surrounded by a map of the solar system. The blue-green of the turquoise contrasted the sunset-lit snow coloration of her belly fur, which could clearly be seen in the cleavage window of her blouse.
Featuring all three pairs of her tits in a cleavage window would nearly divide any blouse in two, so this cleavage window was a compromise, only providing a view of the curvature between her uppermost, F-cup set of tits and the start start of the valley between the E-cups below them. The final set of D-cup tits were on either side of her belly button. Below them was a sizable bulge that sat proudly in her tight jeans as she strode across the damp sidewalk toward "Caffeine Cove," her favorite coffee shop in Studio City.
Each step was made a bit more complicated by her heat. Her sheath, clit, and nipples were all distractingly sensitive.
As she opened the door to "Caffeine Cove," her tail swished. The interior was all light wood with sea glass accents. On the far wall hung an etched glass menu with all the drinks listed. Behind the counter, an anthro vixen with striking yellow eyes, bright red hair, and a sea green apron listened as a female anthro Holstein cow rattled off her somewhat complex order.
The Holstein had wide hips and was wearing a long-sleeve light blue sweater with wide cuffs. Holding her right hand was a diminutive copy of herself with curly blonde hair and a lavender bow tied at the base of her little cow tail.
"Mommy? Can I have something?" the calf asked.
"As long as it's not coffee, sure." The mother looked down, a soft smile on her muzzle.
"Hmm, I want chocolate." The calf's tail flicked with excitement.
Ramda put hand on her belly, feeling the ribbed texture of her blouse under her paw pads. Her hand was resting just below her lowest set of breasts and the emptiness she felt there was enough to swallow her whole.
"Do you mean a hot chocolate?" the mother chuckled.
"Yes, but not too hot. I burnt my tongue last time." The little girl stuck out her tongue for emphasis, muffling the end of her statement.
"That's because you didn't listen to momma and wait till it cooled down."
"But it smelled so good! And oh!" The little girl bounced on her hooves as she got an idea. "Cinnamon! Can they put cinnamon in it?"
The little girl was too cute. If only-- Ramda's eyes got wet just as she took her hand off her belly.
"We absolutely can. Do you want us to dust it on the top or do you want us to put some cinnamon flavor in the milk?" The vixen behind the counter leaned forward as she spoke to get a better look at the little girl.
"Dusted on top, like momma does!" The little girl's voice rose with excitement.
The mother looked like she was about to melt. Her smile was full of pride and adoration.
Ramda looked away, her tail curled between her legs. She needed to have a little girl of her own someday. But to do that, her streak of bad luck with lovers had to come to an end. Up until now, they'd either pretended to be kind until their selfishness became obvious or they'd balked when she admitted to wanting to start a family. Honestly, it was time to start seriously thinking about becoming a single mom.
Ramda didn't notice it was her turn to order until the mother and the little girl were standing off to the side. The mother gave Ramda a bright smile and Ramda smiled right back as she stepped up to the counter.
"What'll you have, Ramda?" The vixen behind the counter asked.
"An espresso con panna and I'm really feeling the cinnamon today, so give me two good dashes of it this time." Ramda winked at the little girl.
The little girl giggled.
Once Ramda had her drink, she found a seat near the window and sipped it slowly, enjoying the whip cream, the cinnamon, and the fruity, Ethiopian espresso this shop used. The whole time, the little girl was watching her intently while her mother was preoccupied with her phone.
Ramda purposefully got some of the whip cream on her canine nose and then made a show of licking it off. She was rewarded with more giggles and happy bouncing from the calf. The mother stroked her daughter's head to calm her down, her eyes still on her phone.
The calf pressed up into her mother's caress, making Ramda's heart ache once again. In a few years, she'd be forty. Someday soon, no matter what it took, she'd start her journey toward motherhood.
After finishing her drink, she put the seafoam-colored mug in the bus bin and headed out to her Subaru.
* * * * *
Ramda drove up to the small, white and pink building of the laundromat which was surrounded by a parking lot. The glistening, drizzle-soaked sidewalk, and the curb outside it, kept cars from running right into the tall glass windows which provided glamorous views of the stainless-steel-clad laundry machines inside. In addition to the white light from the laundromat's interior was magenta and blue light from the neon sign just to the side of the massive, sliding front door. The white and colored light made streaks in the glistening sidewalk that looked like a tie dye version of the trans flag.
What the sign spelled out always made Ramda smirk: "Fully Loaded Laundrette." "Laundrette" was written in a beautiful, blue cursive while "Fully Loaded" was spelled out in blocky letters. The magenta from the sign reflected quite brightly off of Ramda's dark magenta fur while the blue made her verdant green eyes look like tropical lagoons. In the lower left corner of the same window that held the neon sign was a sticker with the words "Herms are Welcome Here" and next to that sticker was a rainbow sticker with black text that said "All Critters Welcome Here, No Matter Who You Love."
Still smirking at the laundromat's name, Ramda went through the automatic door, grabbed a laundry cart, and brought it up to the back of her green Subaru. Then she popped the hatch and started loading up the cart with winter blankets that were too bulky for the janky washers at her apartment complex. She kept her motions slow and methodical to avoid letting any of the blankets touch the wet pavement. Then she wheeled the cart up the ramp in the sidewalk.
Her wolf ears drooped as she saw the dirty streaks the wheels of the laundry cart were leaving along with her boot prints as she made her way inside the building. She hated making extra work for the staff.
Halloween decorations were dangling from the scaffolding and the shiny metal ducting in the ceiling. Just inside the door was a wraith with a pumpkin head, the distressed cloth that made up its nearly two dimensional body dangling menacingly in front of the row of medium capacity washers. On top of the first giant, five-foot-tall washer in the high capacity row was a two-foot-tall black cat figure with a purple witch's hat. Its orange-lighted eyes and bow tie were semi-reflective, leading to a hall of mirrors effect that caused anyone who looked closely to stare into infinity.
Ramda caught herself staring overlong into that cat's eyes and then noticed that there were four more of them placed throughout the laundromat. There were seven more wraiths, half of them with white, ghostly heads instead of pumpkins. The bathroom door, and the door to the employees only area, had fake spider webs all over them, adorned with little plastic spiders. Playing over the speakers, a bit too loudly for Ramda's sensitive wolf ears, was Halloween music from an eclectic playlist.
As Ramda pushed the cart over to the high capacity washers, her hefty balls bounced against the confines of her snug-fitting dark gray jeans. Her six tits jiggled in her green blouse right along with them as she went, her nipples hardening and her sheath tingling. There was a reason she sometimes had to take a day or two off work during her heat. She was hoping she'd get through this whole ordeal without having to strategize ways to hide the outline of her erection going down her pant leg.
Once she was in front of the first huge washer in the high capacity row, she turned the handle that locked the washer's door shut and opened it.
A bright red Nissan Xterra, which looked like it had had its rough terrain capabilities thoroughly tested, pulled up as Ramda was stuffing a fuzzy maroon blanket into the washer. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the Xterra's driver's side door opening and a massive anthro paint Clydesdale getting out. The dark splotches in the Clydesdale's fur were a beautiful shade of dark reddish-brown while the rest of her fur was a pristine white. Her mane was a mixture of reddish brown and white, depending on where splotches intersected it. On just about anyone else, her breasts would have looked humongous, but on her seven-foot-two stature, they merely looked large.
Ramda's paw-padded hands were holding a blanket she'd already stuffed into the washer. Her eyes moved over the Clydesdale's form, catching her wide shoulders, her open jean jacket, the purple blouse with tassels that she was wearing under it, and the ripped capri jeans that adorned her lower half. Capri jeans which were being held up by a dark leather belt with a buffalo in the belt buckle.
Below that belt buckle was a bulge that made Ramda's pussy twitch. This horse's balls had to hit like fists when one was getting pummeled by the monster she was hiding in her jeans.
Ramda gasped when the Clydesdale put her hands on her hips and tilted her pelvis to show off her bulge even more. The confident grin on her face made the problem between Ramda's legs get far worse. Ramda averted her eyes, wondering just how long she'd been staring.
Getting the rest of her blankets into the first washer and then filling a second one, Ramda added detergent to the detergent dispensers. After that, she pulled out the jar of quarters she'd collected since her last trip to the laundromat and added them to the washers. The first washer was fine, but the second one was feisty and spit out every other quarter. Each quarter had to be inserted just right, apparently.
After a string of seven quarters going in fine, it started spitting them out again and Ramda swore under her breath.
"That washer should be ashamed of treating such a gorgeous girl that way." The Clydesdale's voice came out with a beautiful southern drawl. She had an entire laundry bag laying atop each shoulder and the way she was holding them showed off her incredible biceps.
Ramda stopped dead. She'd never felt small at a few inches over six feet tall, but this horse had nearly a foot of height on her. And the way the Clydesdale was looking at her was making Ramda's panties feel tight.
"Sorry, I keep forgetting how imposing I am." The Clydesdale took a nimble step back on her wide hooves.
"No, you're fine, dear. It's just--I'm used to being the tallest woman in the room." Ramda shrugged, letting a bit of her nervousness out with a chuckle.
"Trust me, I know how you feel. I've seen a couple girls taller than me in my life, but it's a rare occasion for sure." The Clydesdale's tail flicked as she set the laundry bags down in front of the two washers to Ramda's right. Then she held out a hand with a leathery palm and thick, hoof-like, fingernails. "Name's Hazel, sweetie."
"I'm Ramda." Blushing, Ramda grabbed Hazel's hand and gave a very solid shake. "And sweetie? Really? Look, I may be smaller than you, but what about me suggests sweetie's the right fit?"
"Punk is a good look for you, but my gut's telling me you have a heart of gold." Opening the door to the washer directly in front of her, Hazel started loading it.
Hazel's scent was similar to sawdust and sandalwood laced with sweetgrass and clover. It was easily as potent as the turmeric and curry scent of Ramda's heat.
"Part of me wants to argue with you, but I don't know what good it would do me. Being an asshole is a lot of work for very little payoff. So, I just treat people as kindly as I can and only growl at them when they deserve it." Ramda got the rest of the quarters in while she spoke and then started both washers.
"There's no point in arguing when we're both firmly on the same page." Hazel's tail flicked behind her, which had a pretty braid running down the first third of its length. "Honestly, though, I'd love to hear you growl. Since I first saw you, I've wanted to hear all your wolf noises." The twang in her voice added a lot of oomph to her statement, her voice becoming low and sultry toward the end of her sentence.
"Fuck, girl, I haven't had anyone come onto me this strong in a long time." Ramda chuckled. "Not that I'm complaining. I've got a soft spot for equines."
"Sorry, but I'll need to get some physical evidence to confirm your level of softness." Hazel grinned, closing the door to the first washer she'd just finished filling.
"Keep buttering me up and I'll give you plenty of evidence." Ramda's tail wagged.
"We won't need butter, I'm sure you'll be plenty wet enough by the time I take you for a test drive." Hazel swatted Ramda's ass with her tail. "I can tell you're in heat, dear."
"Ngh!" Ramda shivered as her pussy clenched. It was getting very moist between her legs. "Yeah, and so are you. It's dangerous for us to both be here at the same time."
"You're the sort of danger I want to get into." Hazel winked.
"Oof, you keep hitting my buttons. Once you've got your loads going, let's exchange numbers," Ramda said as she took a seat in one of the six bright blue blow-molded chairs that were all affixed to a metal bar that was bolted into the floor. They were right in front of one of the floor-to-ceiling windows and they had holes in the backs for tails to go through.
"I'm sure I'll find more of your buttons on our first date," Hazel said as she closed the second washer and got out her detergent.
"We'll have to see who finds the most buttons." Ramda smirked.
"A competition we'll both enjoy." Putting quarters in, Hazel flicked her tail, which brought her scent to Ramda's nose. It was even stronger than before.
Ramda blushed as she noticed her own scent had gotten quite thick. She was glad that the two humans and two other anthros that were in the laundromat were far enough away they weren't paying attention to her and Hazel. Though, she suspected, hiding their horniness was going to get really tough if they kept riling each other up.
"Do you know what the hardest part of my heat is? It's when my body's desire to get knocked up mixes with my deep desire to be a mom someday." Plopping down right next to Ramda, Hazel sighed. "I've had lovers run for the hills from the intensity of it. I'm telling you this now so you have the option to bail before we get any more fond of each other. I'm done feeling bad about it or trying to hide it. If we get close, I'm going to want children."
Ramda's eyes widened more and more as Hazel spoke. How was it that this incredible, honest, and beautiful woman had not found someone yet? Ramda's muzzle fell open, but she couldn't find words.
"Figures. You'd think I'd learn not to come off so strong after all my failures, but I'm an equine. Our stubbornness is legendary for a reason." Hazel's ears drooped in disappointment as she started getting up.
Still at a loss for words, Ramda reached out and grabbed the braided upper part of Hazel's tail.
"Huh?" Hazel looked down at Ramda.
"Please stay." Ramda's voice trembled with emotion. Her ears were flat against her head as her heart pounded and her eyes got wet.
"Oh? Are you okay?" Hazel put an arm around Ramda as she sat back down.
A voluptuous female cougar walked past the two of them, pushing a laundry cart. She spared a glance for Hazel, one of her ears flicking as she checked Hazel out. Her tail swayed with that alluring weightlessness only felines could pull off as she went by.
"Yeah, just, I need a moment." Ramda's eyes shed a few tears as she enjoyed Hazel's embrace and stared at the sudsy clothes tumbling in the washers in front of her. It wasn't until the washers switched tumbling directions twice that she had the courage to divulge her deepest pain. "I--I want children too, so badly it hurts." The words felt like they were blocks of wood that were too big for Ramda's muzzle and getting them out was a challenge. She'd never felt more vulnerable.
"From your scent, I can tell you're a herm too, so we could take care of that for each other easily." Hazel hugged Ramda against her side and then let go.
"It would be nice for something like that to work out finally." Ramda's tail wagged.
"Geez, your heat is driving me crazy." Hazel spread her legs, her thick equine prick shoving its way down her right pant leg.
"Sorry. Maybe we shouldn't sit so close to--" Ramda trailed off as she watched Hazel's dick pulse, getting more erect by the second.
"You think I'm getting stiff just because I'm sitting next to ya? Nah." Hazel chuckled and shook her head. "When I'm in heat, I have to get off at least four times a day. It'd happen sooner or later whether I'd met a hot mama like you or not."
"That's fair." Ramda gasped as her own prick shoved its way down her left pant leg and her pussy wet her panties. "I'm pretty much the same."
A curvy, wine-tinted-purple orca-dragoness maybe an inch taller than Hazel with long, rabbit-like ears walked into the laundromat and set hir big laundry bag in a cart. Shi was wearing a cyan wrap dress that had an extra big cleavage window which showed off hir two impressive pairs of tits. The dress hugged her hips so closely that it did nothing to hide the bulge between hir wide thighs. The tawny-beige scales that covered the lower half of hir snout and went down hir front to the underside of hir tail glistened in the bright light of the laundromat.
Both Hazel and Ramda were distracted by hir until shi turned hir head toward them and tilted it. Catching themselves staring, Ramda and Hazel looked away.
"So, let's change the subject so we can stay at a simmer and not boil over." Hazel took a deep breath. "What are ya looking forward to the most when it comes to having kids?"
"There's so many things I'm not even sure where to start." Ramda thought for a moment, her ears perking up. "I was gaslighted and talked over for most of my childhood and my feelings were never as important as keeping the peace. For a good while, I believed I was a guy and I had to fight myself to have the courage to become my true self. Now I want to use the womb I deserved my whole life, but never had, to experience bringing new life into the world. New life that I can raise with a million times more love and care than my parents spared for me. A child that grows up with so much love around them that, long after I'm gone, they'll have ample love to spare."
As Ramda spoke, the dragon's huge ears turned back toward her. Then the dragon turned hir head to follow. Her eyes were glassy with emotion while hir snout had this warm smile, hir lips curling just a little at the edges. Hazel's mouth was hanging open and the look on her muzzle was something between shock and delight. Tears started falling down her cheeks, her ears at half mast.
Putting her arm around Hazel, Ramda said, "Sorry, was that too much?"
Now that they were sharing an embrace, Hazel's dark brown eyes went from being wide in surprise to half-lidded and sultry. Instead of speaking, she blew air out of her nostrils, making them rattle. After that show of equine familiarity and interest, she leaned in, until her massive muzzle collided with Ramda's. Then she put a hand on the side of Ramda's muzzle and parted her lips.
Hazel wanting to kiss her after she poured her heart out like that was making Ramda's heart soar. Her tail wagged as she licked at Hazel's lips. Then her wagging got way worse as Hazel licked back with her powerful equine tongue. Their muzzles parted more, their tongues wrestling as they went from a kiss between new friends to the sort of kiss most people only shared in a bedroom.
Ramda soon had two handfuls of Hazel's mane while Hazel fondled the several inches of wolf cock that had made it down Ramda's pant leg. With a moan, Ramda opened her muzzle more and tipped it to the side. Hazel took her lead and deepened the kiss. Now they were licking at the roofs of each other's mouths and flicking their tongues across each other's teeth. Ramda's hands moved from Hazel's mane to Hazel's huge tits. Her hands felt small compared to them and her prick got harder than ever.
With her free hand, Hazel toyed with Ramda's middle set of breasts, flicking her hard nipples. It wasn't long until Ramda had felt over every square inch of Hazel's bosom and Hazel had gotten every one of Ramda's nipples to perk up. They were both panting as Hazel grabbed Ramda's right hand and planted it on top of the throbbing equine shaft in her jeans.
Ramda's tail flagged and her pussy clenched as she felt along the enormity of Hazel's flared member. Ramda's snatch was smoldering, leaking so much fem juice that her jeans were sopping wet. She gasped and shuddered, her control over her tongue getting very sloppy. Not even a minute later, she let out a needful whine.
Hazel suddenly pulled out of the kiss. "OW! FUCK!" She gently but urgently left Ramda's embrace and stood up. Unbuckling her belt and then unbuttoning her jeans in front and back, she unzipped them and pulled them down along with herm boxers. Ramda watched in awe as Hazel's dark brown and pink mottled horse length was freed from the clothing that had been imprisoning it. As her flare cleared the waist of her boxers, it flicked upwards and a bead of pre flew off the tip. "Whew. Was gonna need medical attention if I didn't air her out. This is what I get for being out in public when I'm in heat."
Ramda's eyes were as wide as saucers, her muzzle half-open as she tried to process what had just happened. Her body was hot all over and her own prick was very unhappy to be trapped in her jeans.
Tossing her pants and boxers to the side, which were completely soaked by fem juices, Hazel sat back down next to Ramda. Both Ramda, and the tall dragoness, stared at the sixteen inch monster jutting up from Hazel's loins.
As if this situation was perfectly normal, Hazel continued the conversation. "Sorry for getting carried away. It's just that you basically told my life story back there. I want to be a mom for much the same reasons. And just like you, I had to claim my womb. I wasn't born with one either."
"I'm glad it connected with you so well, but you're, uhh--" Ramda gestured frantically toward Hazel's erection, having no idea how to word what she was going to say next. Her tail was still flagging and her cunt was quivering with so much excitement that her legs were shaking.
The dragoness tried and failed to hide a laughing fit. The cougar peered around the row of washers and her eyes went wide with delight. A small meerkat guy was doing everything in his power to ignore what was going on while his gryphon boyfriend was a bit fascinated. They were both standing in front of the second row of high-capacity washers, in full view of Hazel.
"If you're so intent on hiding it, why don't you have a seat?" Hazel grinned. "We're herms and can take care of each other right here, right now."
"But we're both in heat in the middle of a laundromat. We're not thinking straight." Despite her words, Ramda sniffed the air, taking in more of Hazel's scent. She knew how she was supposed to act, but her grasp on rational behavior was as slippery as Hazel's precum-soaked shaft.
"Why fight it? We're both primed to make a bad decision, but if that decision ends in us being pregnant, are either of us going to complain at this point?" Hazel stroked her dick, letting out a seductive nicker. "We both want kids and we both have the equipment to make 'em."
Ramda let out a soft howl as she barely resisted the urge to pounce on Hazel's prick. It felt like her whole body was blushing while her crotch was pulsing incessantly. All the teasing and arousal from Hazel's scent was mixing with the potent desire inside her. She couldn't believe Hazel was just sitting there with her cock out like it was no big deal. It was so fucking hot!
"Come on, girl. This is your chance." Hazel's eyes were half-lidded and she was breathing heavily. She was so deep in heat that it was a wonder that she was even forming words at this point. "I wanna put a foal in you."
The word "heat" for the time where some woman fell into a state where their body was primed for breeding had always seemed like a colloquial term to Ramda. In this moment, however, Ramda's body felt incandescent, like she had a fever.
She started panting as she got a faraway look in her eyes. The world got simpler as the fact they were in a laundromat, had onlookers, and every social rule she'd learned over her life became completely unimportant. The only thing she cared about was jutting out from between Hazel's legs.
Ramda's paw-padded hands reached down behind her and unbuttoned the strap that went over her tail before unbuttoning the waist of her jeans. Then she pulled off her jeans and herm-friendly panties before taking her jacket and blouse off.
"Good thinking." Hazel pulled off her jacket, blouse, and bra as Ramda approached her.
"I'm so hot. Can't think. I need--" Ramda couldn't stop panting, her canine pussy and cock were dripping with readiness, leaving clear droplets on the floor. She was so hot, like there was a hearth in her loins. Grabbing Hazel's dick with both paws, she said, "I need this." Then she took Hazel's flare into her maw, tasting Hazel's delicious, sweet-grass-like, pre.
"Nnnggh! That feels good, but it's not gonna get you pregnant." Hazel grabbed Ramda's head and pulled Ramda's maw off of her dick. Then she kissed Ramda deeply, her huge equine tongue overpowering Ramda's canine one. "Get your footpaws up on this bench and let me give you what you really want."
"Awwwrrrruuuu!" Ramda's tail flagged so violently that it trembled. Then she frantically put a footpaw on either side of Hazel's loins and squatted until her canine spade touched the head of Hazel's dick. Her heart pounded in her ears as Hazel's blunt cock head stretched her wider and wider. Just as she thought she couldn't stretch any wider, the head popped in. She yipped loudly, losing control of her legs.
Hazel caught Ramda's hips, making sure the poor canine didn't impale herself too quickly. Then, she whinnied as she let Ramda's tight depths fall onto her shaft. The friction caused by so much stretching slowed them down, but Hazel was leaking a lot of pre and Ramda was extremely wet. Hazel's prick had this slight texture, slight differences in thickness that patterned like a wave up her shaft. It was an artifact of how her prick scrunched up when compacted into her sheath and it was teasing at Ramda's entrance and clit.
Wave after wave of pleasure was traveling through Ramda and when they got to Hazel's medial ring, Ramda was on the edge.
Knowing this, Hazel tugged Ramda downwards, shoving her medial ring in.
Ramda howled as she came hard, her passage rippling around Hazel's length. Her back arched, her prick spurted pre into Hazel's belly fur, and her whole body trembled. None of Ramda's toys was quite this big and it was both thrilling and intimidating to have this much dick in her. Her instincts desired every inch, so even with her orgasm lingering, she continued sitting on Hazel's dick. The moment she felt Hazel's huge nuts parked against her butt, her orgasm went even higher.
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