Echoen Delicious mutagenic fuckbunny. Tarlanur is all of those things! Echoen Balls that get bigger after every orgasm Tarlanur Oh no... what if you've got a cock-tongue that never stops orgasming like Tarla's? Echoen Then you need a friend to suck, a friend to fuck, and a third fried to make sure the rest of your body is as pleasured. Tarlanur Sounds like a perfect sunday morning to me! Echoen Echoen places hir hand on Tarla's face, thumb hooking on the inside of the bunny's cheek. "Open." Shi states, taking a look inside. Tarlanur opens her mouth dutifully. Cum pours out in steady pulses from the vaguely equine 'tongue'. "Eee?" Echoen peers down into the bunbun's deep throat, seeing where the root of the cock flows up the esophagus and into the muzzlemaw. With hir other hand, shi gently caresses the protruding girth of girldick, feeling the warm pulses and throbs of overly sensitive, constantly orgasming cockflesh. Just the tiniest brushes from the bat's finger and palm is enough to set the pleasurable aches to intensify. Bloated, fleshy horse nuts grow forth from Tarla's neck, as big as her breasts and resting heavily on them. "Have you had much sex with this?" Shi asks Tarlanur can no longer quite pull the steadily engorging thing back into her mouth. The ever erupting length flexes and increases in flow, soon bobbing with long, eager splurges. The bunny pulls herself together enough to shake her head, struggling about the thick 'tongue' to reply. "Iff har' to conwince people to 'et me use eiwer of 'these." Tapping the side of the large equine sheath mounted on her forehead. Echoen The big bat before you is splattered with pump after pump of musky bunnyhorse cum, hir fur sticky and glossy with the silvery spooge. That horsecock is getting larger, and shi can see slightly discolored horse-sheath flesh wrapping itself around Tarla's neck. When the flow increase, the whole horsecock-tongue grows slightly larger, filling even more of the bunny's muzzle. Echoen pulls hir jaw-holding hand back, to instead sweetly caress the fat forehead-sheath on prominent display. "I'd quite like it if you did." Shi leans forward to plant a kiss upon the upper rim of this upper sheath, hir big batty breasts bumping to Tarla's chin and surrounding area. Tarlanur can feel the stronger throbbing throughout her head, eyes going a little crossed as her forehead member slides from its home smearing pre over her nose and flopping down the side of her face before becoming firm. With a nod (and the requisite jiggling) the bunny warps her arms around that lovely bat-body before her and slowly drops to her knees, face now dominated by a pair of increasingly large horsey rods, the lower one gushing still in long steady ropes of equine pleasure. The sheath slowly folds up against her cheeks as she beckons playfully with a finger. Echoen Echoen's lengthy and slick tongue slides across the swelling cockflesh spilling forth from Tarla's forehead, peppering kisses along its length. As the bunny descends down to kneel before hir, she finds the bat's behemothian black pillar of batty fuckflesh, a three foot spire of dick that shames and rivals most feral horses. Briefly bobbing and jousting with both facecocks, hir shaft and sac alike are doused with musky horsebunny cum. Hir fingers toy with the fleshy sheath that surrounds Tarla's neck, playing across the fat veins that bulge along its sides. "Shall I turn around" SHi croons, swishing hir foxtail, letting the fertile scents of hir feminine side drift across that pre-smeared nose. Tarlanur shakes her head, having no real ability to enunciate any more and happy to move herself into place. She does take a long moment to gentle trail her fingers along the impressive phallic beast before her, shamelessly coating it in her own hot horsecum and spreading it along the thick dickflesh until it glistens. Her hands soon make their way to the enormous spheres feeding the monster in question, treating it much the same, as though putting her temporary mark upon the bat's already well scented groin. Finally teasing Echoen's knees apart and ducking between them. Turning around involves ever more shaft-to-thigh slapping, but she soon has herself positioned beneath, vision full of the lovely bat's crowded underside. With a murmuring laced in lust she starts easing her twin members upwards, hands gripping the heavy sack from behind. Echoen Echoen can see the tonguecock is now, properly, a throat-filling girth, even starting to gently bulge the sheath-wrapped neck. The way it fills Tarla's throat and keeps her jaw propped open, has the bat quite excited - the steady growth of that member and the luxuriously slow transformation of the bunnyhorse's head and neck, is tantalizingly erotic to hir and keeps hir fully erect for the spunk-polishing swipes of Tarla's hands. The bat's balls are huge and heavy spheres as large as hir breasts, filling the space between hir thighs; they are heavy, wobbling only slightly when pushed. "Good. Gooood." Shi croons, standing in place as hir thighs are parted and the lithe bunnyfreak manuevers beneath hir. The dark, chocolate fluff of the battyherm's feminine mound are glossy with slick arousal - while just above, hir prodigious ass is speared by the pressing pole of forehead cock. Hir tail brushing across Tarla's ears, Echoen occupies hir hands with hir breasts as shi is steadily pressed, plugged, filled from both ends with two deliciously large, and juicily cum-pumping cocks. Tarlanur continues to hum short happy squeaks of joy, rocking her head side to side to assist with easing her now much fatter members into Echoen's tight insides. Before long her nose is pressed tight up against tender bat taint, head fully bracketed by thighs and struggling for space. She can only breathe in that heady aroma, ticking just a little as her nose twitches. From here she can reach past the sac, around to stroke at the base of the tree-truck of a cock, partially to have something to hold on to and a little to try and share that pleasure around. Her forehead member was already dangerously close to joining her tongue in its climax, being light to arouse from lack of use. Echoen The battyherm is plush, warm, but hir fuck muscles are wonderful for wrapping around cockflesh and squeezing pleasantly. Shi croons sweetly as Tarla soon hilts within hir dual depths, enjoying the press of bunny breasts against the back of hir balls while shi gets a reach around. Rythmic clenches squeeze down on both cocks buried within hir passages, alternating between evercumming cock-tongue and nearly-gushing forehead dick. Slowly, Echoen begins to rock hir hips, pumping back and forth into those kneading bunnypaws. Tarlanur can barely put a thought together, losing much of the co-ordination in her arms as her mewling cries of lust grow ever more urgent. A potent surging builds in her head, the gurgle of rushing seed consuming her entire being. The exited reach-around grew to a rapid pace with the expertly teasing inner manipulation coaxing that orgasm right out of her. With a sudden tensing of her neck, a sensation more akin to the shafts protruding from her face she crammed her head hard up into the bat's undersides, her forehead member exploding in long overdue release to the tune of her muffled, lustful groans Echoen Echoen's ears flick as shi listens to the rising gurgles of rampant bunnyhorse cum production; shi reaches back with hir wings to press a winghand against the back of Tarla's head, shoving both shafts deeply into hir depths, and Tarla's sniffing nose is mashed into the musky thicksquish of battyherm taint. Heavy throbs warm her hands as Echoen's cock echos the powerful jerks of that overlarge throatcock. Rolling hir hips backwards, the big bat groans is luscious pleasure as hir bowels and belly and womb are filled, fattened with gushing cum. Belts of creamy white seed fling from hir dark spire, painting the walls and floor before hir with heavy, musky spunk. Yet as Tarla continues to cum, those throatballs above the bunny's breasts swell larger, rivaling the size of the bat's own, much as hir three-foot horsecock does too. The neck-sheath-flesh has risen up to touch the back of the bunbun's long ears. Tarlanur lets her arms droop down, then wrap around Echoen's thighs, squeezing tight and helping to steady her quivering form. Slowly, with a little reluctance, she starts pulling back, enjoying the slow sliding of her oversized packages squeezing between the taut flesh. With a final, wet splatter her cocks fall free, both still semi-firm and the tongue still enjoying a never ending climax, albeit one reduced in volume. Reaching up to wipe the copious quantities of her own seed from her face she finds the growing sheath folds and tugs at them curiously. "W'mmm?" she manages, still finding her breath