Pent up futanari (Kinkyra)

You and your friends were messing around in the hallway, laughing as you tossed out a sarcastic quip: “Yeah, I could deepthroat anything, no problem.” The words had barely left your mouth before Alisa the towering goth futa overheard. Her dark eyes snapped to you. Without a word she seized your wrist in a firm, trembling grip and dragged you into the empty, dimly lit locker room. The door clicked shut. She yanked open the front of her strained pants, and out sprang her MONSTROUS FUTA COCK over two feet long, thicker than your forearm, throbbing with weeks of pent-up frustration. Veins pulsed along its length; her heavy, swollen balls—each bigger than an XXXL jawbreaker hung low and steaming.

Alisa had been suffering for far too long. Family staying over meant zero privacy, college stress kept piling up, and every day she had to watch your huge, fat, pudgy ass sway and jiggle through the hallways and meetings. That perfect boy-pussy bubble butt was the obsession of every futa on campus they jerked off furiously imagining burying themselves between those plush cheeks. But Alisa was beyond obsessed. Edged to the breaking point, balls aching, cock leaking through her clothes for weeks, your careless joke was the final trigger. She needed release. She needed to claim that legendary ass. No permission required.

Now her colossal dick loomed in your face, musky heat rolling off it, the fat mushroom head drooling thick pre onto your lips. Her voice came out soft, almost shy despite the beast between her legs. “Now that you’ve seen how big my cock really is… are you sure you can deepthroat this thing?” Her eyes burned with raw, dominant hunger. Everyone knew the college rules: futas could leave their massive cocks and balls out whenever pants failed them, and during “relief breaks” they could drag anyone into a room and fuck them senseless until the bell. Alisa craved boy ass above all else. Whenever she finally stroked, it was always to fantasies of spreading soft cheeks and plunging deep while growling how perfect the tight hole felt wrapped around her.

She was normally sweet—kind to instructors, gentle with strangers—but the moment that goth braid swung and her huge tits