On his knees, held tilted up as Branch was eye level with Poppy's pussy, the most intimate part of her body. Looking up at Poppy he'd always have eyes filled with lust and want. Always wanting nothing more than to please her. With his tongue, his mouth, his fingers, and cock.
Branch knew how to bring Poppy to orgasm over and over again until she was shaking, crying, begging him to stop because it felt so good.
He'd spread Poppy's legs and grip her ass, tongue circling her clit, that sensitive bundle of nerves that made the Pop Queen shake and moan. Poppy never go tired of it, she could let him eat her out for hours. Reaching down, running her fingers through his fluffy hair. Hating how much she wanted him, knowing Branch was going to break her heat, but she couldn't say no. Poppy never could, not to him, because of the way Branch made her feel.
Riding his face, rocking her hips, Poppy owned him when Branch was between her thighs. Controlled him in ways that he didn't realize. A pull of his hair, a slip of his tongue inside, crying out as a heat blossomed in Poppy's core, growing through her body. It was beautiful and hot.
A shiver down Poppy's spine, a moan, a whimper, a whine, falling from your lips as Branch works his tongue. In and out, circling around, pushing deep, finding that spot inside her that made Poppy see stars. Grinding against his face, his face buried in your pussy, a thrust of his tongue, a rub of his fingers, and she lose it. Pussy clenching as Poppy cried out, cumming hard and soaking his face, his mouth, with the sweet taste of her.