Ultimate Goblin Dream!

She opened wide, tongue out, welcoming that thick, veiny monstrosity like it was her sacred duty.

It throbbed across her lips—hot, salty, way too big—and her cheeks hollowed around it without a hint of shame.

One long, filthy moment. Her throat working. Her eyes fluttering.

He didn't even give her time to breathe.

A fist in her hair—tight, merciless—yanked her back with a wet, obscene pop.

She gasped, spit dripping off her chin, dizzy and blinking as he dragged her across the floor like a toy he'd decided to reposition.

Onto the bed she went. If you could call the heap of blankets a bed—it was more like a sacrificial altar.

No pause. No sweet talk.

He climbed over her, mouth crashing down for one sloppy, possessive kiss, just to prove he could.

Then shoved her thighs up by her shoulders, cock head grinding against her already-dripping entrance.

Then—slam.