"Hmm…" Poppy hums happily, a devilish smirk curling on her lips. "Such a needy boy, aren't you?"

"That is," Branch grunts, his cheek shoved right up against her own. "Entirely possible." Branch chuckles a bit, completely breathless above her.

Branch continues speaking to Poppy through her delighted giggles, "I find myself absolutely desperate for you upon your absence."

"Only in my absence?' Poppy pouted, teasingly stalling her motions.

Up until now she's been grinding back against him, pushing her hips up against his covered crotch while his body pins her down on the sheets. He hovers over her, his chest pressing into her back as he groans in frustration.

"You beautiful thing," Branch sighs, "You know you're always on my mind."

"Hm…" Poppy hums again, happy with his answer. Poppy slowly begin to push back against him, his thick erection sliding between her cheeks once again. "That's what I like to hear."

Poppy loved when Branch was like this, so needy and desperate and just begging to fuck her, or for Poppy to fuck him, he really wouldn't mind either way. He loves her body, loves playing with it and seeing what makes her shiver… if she'll let him. Branch silently asks himself… his tongue, or his teeth? His lips, or his mouth? His fingers, or his cock? Which one could make Poppy cum quicker? Which one felt nicer? Which one stretched her wider? Branch was more than determined to discover every single answer.

Branch continues humping her from behind, crowding her body with his own as his feral desires begin to get the better of him. Branch was usually a dominant and possessive lover, so when he was like this, so whiny and frustrated and nearly submissive, her teasing was relentless . The Pop Queen liked to see how much he could endure until that powerful, controlling side was yanked right back out of him.

A dampness rubs against Poppy's exposed cheeks, which became exposed when Branch tugged her panties down from behind. His precum wet his underclothes, seeping through the fabric as he made an absolute mess of himself above her. He winded her panties up in his hand, yanking them up so they sat tightly between her cheeks; he loved how it made her look so plump and soft beneath him. Then, he sits up, resting back on his heels and fumbling to pull himself free.

He slaps his leaking length against her cheeks, watching them jiggle beneath its weight. A satisfied sigh leaves his throat as he watches himself, rubbing his swollen tip over the thin fabric between her ass. Poppy absolutely worshiped this man's cock; he was the most gifted lover she'd only ever had. So, when he pushes that rounded, throbbing tip between her cheeks, poking at her over herr panties, it takes everything in her not to whine out girlishly and beg him for more.

"Hm," he giggles, entirely giddy in his tone. "Come on, now. I can feel you… breathing so hard underneath me. Let it out, you beautiful girl. Bless my ears with that mesmerizing song…"

Poppy whimpers at his words, earning a gratified rumble through the teal blue troll's chest as he presses it back down over her body. Branch leans down next to herr face, turning his own so his nose is just barely pressed up against Poppy's cheek.

"I have the most unbelievable desire…" Branch begins, reaching down and cupping her ass in one hand. "To do the filthiest things imaginable, just to watch you writhe beneath me."

"Branchifer …" Poppy whined, her lips parting slightly.

"What?" Branch teases, his tone sadistically sweet as that dominant side creeps back in. "What is it, sweet thing?"

All she does is exhale a breathy moan, her heart pounding in herr ears. When she doesn't answer, he snarls in her ear, his patience now running thin.

"Will you let me?" Branch husks, pressing his beautifully curved feature further against Poppy. "Will you let me do dirty things to you, little one?"

"I'll let you do anything you want," Poppy responds, "if you call me a good girl while you do it." Poppy grins happily beneath him as a shiver of excitement quickly runs through the female troll, feeling his own lips curl in contentment.

"You think I'd ever fail to reminisce that fact?" Branch mumbles, kissing her cheek with his soft, full lips. "You've always been my good girl."

With that, Branch's hands are at her hips, hauling them into the air and tearing the fabric of Poppy's underclothes down her thighs. His strong hands massage her upper thighs, rising to her cheeks as he palms them, squeezes them, kneading her plump flesh in his hands. And then, he spreads her, eager to see her fluttering holes as they throb from anticipation.

"You wish for me to praise you, sweet thing?" Branch asks lowly, staring at her core.

"Mhm," Poppy whines, nodding in her folded arms. "Yes, Branch."

"Such a good girl." Branch eagerly complies, immediately diving between her thighs.

"Oh!" Poppy gasps out, arching her back as his tongue runs up her cheeks.

Branch massages the hot, wet muscle over Poppy's pucker hole, two of his thick fingers working lower to play with her folds. It feels amazing, experiencing his tongue in such a crude way, spread open before him for only Branch to see. Branch's breathing is hot, harsh, and ragged against her tender skin, his strong grip spreading her open until it stings .

"Fuck, yes …."

Then he smacks Poppy, hard enough for it to burn and tingle beneath his hand. He chuckles when she yelps, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her hips.

"You're such a good girl for me," Branch sighs, "Letting me lick you like this…"

"Please," Poppy begged, wiggling her hips back against his face. "I want more."

Branch eagerly complies, his beautifully passionate mindset taking over as he rolls his tongue against her tender hole. Poppy can feel his weight shift behind her, instantly realizing he's now grinding himself down into the mattress as he licks at her from behind. Branch's hands run up and down the backs of her thighs, up to her ass, moving forward to hold her hips, and then back down to do it all over again. Branch's fingers curl around her, digging into her skin and scratching lightly along her body.

Branch then sits up, moving his hands to Poppy's hips and pulling her backwards towards him, sliding her knees out from under her as he places her on her stomach once more. Branch pins Poppy down with his weight, grinding down onto her ass once again. He leans forward, his husky breaths hitting her cheek as he kisses Poppy's neck and jaw. Branch drips down onto her skin, his precum sliding over Poppy's cheeks as he ruts against her frame.

"Oh…" Branch sighs out, leaning back and placing a hand on Poppy's lower cheek.

Branch spreads Poppy with his palm, his other fisting himself before sliding the tip along her folds. Poppy whines out at the feeling, his bulbous tip swiping slowly through her lips. Poppy then shifted, trying to move to rest up on her forearms, but Branch doesn't like that. Branch glares at her, both hands suddenly reaching forward to grab Poppy by the wrists. He folds her arms behind her back, keeping Poppy in place with one hand as the other returns to his cock.

"Branch …" Poppy moaned, feeling his powerful embrace as he pins her arms behind her back.

"Shh, sweetheart." He coos, "Shh…"

Branch then slides inside, slowly, gently, until he bottoms out at the back of her channel. Branch's hold tightens on Poppy's arms, his one hand gripping her cheek and keeping it spread.

"Ugh…" Branch groans, throwing his head back. "You are such a good little girl."

"Mm…" Poppy hums, smiling happily into the mattress below.

"Tell me, little one." Branch begs, "Enlighten my mind with what you desire most."

"You," Poppy gasps out, "Branch, please… move."

And he does, retracting his hips before shoving them into Poppy's channel. It's sharp, hurried, and forceful, grunting and groaning above her and squeezing her body as tightly as he can. Branch punches himself deep inside of her, Poppy's slick already coating his cock from the actions she took part in only moments ago. Branch leans down, growling into the pop queen's ear, his hot, heavy breaths hitting her skin. It's such a need for him, such a need for him to have Poppy in any way that he can.

"Fuck, yes!" Poppy cried out, throwing her head back.

Poppy feels him chuckle out a groan above her, continuing to shove himself forward. B8 watches Poppy's juicy ass jiggle against his hips, seeing the bruises he'd marked her with scattering her cheeks and upper thighs.

"Louder," Branch requests, "Reveal to me the extent of your enjoyment."

"Oh Branch …" Poppy moaned loudly, "Yes! Yes, Baby, you feel so good…"

"You like this, pretty girl? Like when I have my way with you?"

"Yes my love," Poppy moaned, nodding against the pillow.

Branch loves that sound, loves all her sounds; her pretty little whimpers and womanly moans, all for him… only for him. Poppy rocks her hips back against him, her cheeks slapping against his hips as she take him deeper and deeper with every thrust.

And suddenly, Branch lets go, allowing Poppy to bring her arms back to a comfortable position and prop herself up on her forearms. Branch then leans over Poppy, his chest returning to her back as one of his hands leaves her hip. It wiggles beneath her belly, sliding between her skin and the sheets below.

"Branch …" Poppy breathes out, a curious tinge to her voice. But that soft call quickly turns into an erotic moan once his fingers fumble along her clit.

"Oh, you sweet thing." Branch groans, kissing along Poppy's shoulder. "You're so wet for me."

"Oh, yes, yes! Always for you!" Poppy moaned out loud, resting her head back against his shoulder as Branch continues to lean over you.

Branch smirks against her skin, breathing out harshly as sweat forms on his brow. He continues exerting himself into Poppy's wet channel, her slick sliding sloppily around his dick and her sex. Branch uses it, gathering it in his fingers and spreading it over Poppy's clit. With every rapid rub he applies, Branch feels himself, too. He can feel his shaft as it slides in and out of Poppy's core, feeling himself plunging deeper and deeper inside with every fervent shove.

"Yes, Branch, fuck me!" Poppy cried out, fisting the sheets in her hand.

"You silly little thing," Branch teases, "I already am. Do I truly have such influence on you? Have you gone cock-drunk already?"

Branch asks her so sweetly, no matter how disdainful his words actually are. It makes her flood his cock, Poppy's juices dripping down onto his hand, his cock forcing it out of her due to his length and girth.

"Hm…" Poppy giggled, "Maybe I have."

Branch revels in her compliance, Poppy's submissiveness as he takes her from behind. A quick shiver then shudders through his spine, his high nearing but refusing to let himself go until he pleased her, first.

Branch's fingers don't let up, not once. His hips pound into you while he rubs quick circles over your cunt, the slippery feeling of pressure ushering you toward bliss. Beautiful waves begin to consume you, your voice faltering before crying out beneath him.

"That's it, just like that…" he moans out, "Oh Poppy, you squeeze me so tight when you cum."

"Fuck, Branch!" Poppy lets out a shriek, his hand riding her through her orgasm until she's nearly overstimulated.

Branch ignores her cry, continuing to shove himself inside as she sobs into the sheets. His hand moves away from her clit, sliding further along her stomach to wrap around her hips as he molds his body to her. Branch grunts and moan and groans above her, his body continuously rubbing over Poppy's. She knows he's close, she can feel it in his hips, that slight stutter to his body and voice that makes Poppy shiver in anticipation.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Branchifer?" Poppy coos, her sleepy lids batting at him from the side.

"Oh, yes." Branch sighs out, nodding against Poppy's shoulder. "You want to be good for me?"

"Yeah baby, yes." Poppy nods, eager to do whatever he wants to her.

"Then let me cum," Branch huffs out, "Allow me this pleasure, sweet girl, let me release into your sex."

"Release yourself, Branch." Poppy immediately responds, "Fill me with your essence, flood me with your warmth."

A punched-out cry then comes from his throat, his pelvis jutting harshly against Poppy's backside as he shoots into her. Poppy lowered her head as she feels it, resting her forehead on the thin cot. Branch own falls to the space between the pop queen's shoulder blades, his hot breath hitting her skin as he rolls his hips against Poppy's cheeks. He stays inside, his other arm wiggling beneath her to wrap her in his embrace.

"Oh…" Branch sighs out, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

"Hm… are you satisfied, my love?" Poppy sing, eager to know if she successfully pleased her dominant lover.

"Of course baby." Branch replied before slapping her ass causing the Pop Queen to moan.