"This is the worst idea." The teal troll grumbled as he tugged on his restraints. They were mainly for Poppy's own amusement since he could easily break out of them. They were still annoying, and he was definitely not pouting about how he couldn't touch Poppy's. Definitely not.
"You wanted me to take control." The pop queen hummed, and with the flick of her wrist, they were tightened.
Branch squirmed and struggled in the bindings. "I meant do all the work." he huffed and bucked his hips, but his cock just slid against her bare thighs. He furrowed his brows in frustration, but Poppy just laughed and squeezed his cock.
"I thought you were patient, Branch." she grinned and straddled his chest. The Pop Queen leaned back and stroked his cock a few times, just to hear him grunt in annoyance, and then pinned his face between her thighs. "Eat me out if you wanna cum." Poppy smirked down at him.
Branch glared up at her, but he wasn't about to say no. Her stand had created a tiny makeshift cock ring, and it was starting to hurt. He was so hard, and hours of teasing had left him on edge. "Hm," he obediently craned his neck and immediately started to suck on her clit.
"Good boy," Poppy teased, but the moan she got in response wasn't something she'd been expecting. She glanced down at her lover's flushed face and grinned. Was he really into that? The pink girl ran her fingers through his hair and tugged him closer. "You can do better than that, Branchifer. C'mon!"
"Mmph!" Branch moaned when she slammed her hips down. He was a tough guy, so it shocked him more than it hurt. The survivalist pushed his tongue inside, just as she asked, and lapped at her sensitive walls. She was so wet, and his chin was slick with her juices, but he loved it. She tasted amazing.
Poppy gripped the headboard and buried her face in her arm to hide her flushed face. She loved it when Branch ate her out. It took a long time for him to get this good and to actually make her cum, but it was worth the frustration. Poppy rocked her hips, and nearly squealed when his tongue curled inside her. "Ah, baby..." she whined.
Branch struggled in his restraints. He wanted to grab her ass and pull her down, to do this properly, but he couldn't. He focused on curling his tongue where he knew she liked, and occasionally sucking her clit to tease her. "Mmm," he moaned as Poppy rocked her hips harder, a signal that she was already close.
"Such a good boy," The Pop Queen praised through her breathless pants. Her bangs were sticking to her forehead, but she was too close to care. God, she wanted to cum all over his face, but that wasn't the deal. "Do you wanna, ah, cum in me, baby?" she panted.
Branch sucked harder on her clit. He couldn't really speak, so he just moaned and bucked his hips to show his need. He squirmed when he felt her squeeze his shaft, and bucked his hips again. He needed her so badly. Couldn't she see that?
Poppy lifted herself off of him. "I asked you a question, Branchifer." Poppy grinned and straddled his waist. She gripped his cock and slowly moved her hands over it as she rutted against his thigh.
Branch lifted his thigh, pressing harder against Poppy's pussy. "Pops," he growled as she moved her hands faster. He could feel the stickiness of her wetness on his thigh, and he wanted so badly to lick it up for her.
"Hm? I'll just get myself off then." Poppy lowered herself onto his cock, and tightened the cockring at the same time. She felt him twitching inside her, and sighed at the feeling. "You're so big, daddy..." she moaned as she rocked her hips. It wasn't enough to use him like this, but it was still a treat to see him so flustered by it.
"Sugar, Poppy...!" he bucked his hips in a desperate attempt to get his release, but the cockring prevented him from spilling into her. Branch groaned in frustration and felt hot tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
The Pop Queen was too consumed in boucing on her husband's cock to notice his desperation. "You like, ah, being used like this?" She panted as she roughly slammed her hips down. Drool clung to her cheeks, but she could care less about how she looked. This was all about overpowering Branch.
Branch let out a needy moan and bucked his hips again. "Y-yes...God, yes..." he squirmed under her, wanting so desperately for her to move faster and let him cum. Heat rushed to his groin and saliva was clinging to his chin, and he knew that Poppy felt satisfaction from that.
"I knew it..." the pink girl grinned, and finally started moving her hips faster. She reached down to rub at her twitching clit and arched her back, moaning loudly. "D-daddy..." she whimpered as she bounced on his cock. She was so close, and she knew Branch was, too, but she had to cum first. That was the deal.
"Poppy, p-please..." he choked. Branch was so close, but the damn cock ring kept him right at the edge. It was starting to hurt, but Poppy just kept moving her hips, kept riding him for all his worth. He felt like he might explode any moment. "Please..."
"What, baby?" Poppy breathed, and moved her hand faster. Her clit pulsed under her fingers, and she felt a familiar warmth in her stomach. "I'm, mm, gonna cum..." she moaned, and slowed her pace. Her thighs were aching from the rough pace she'd started, and she didn't want to cum like this. Not yet.
"Let me...Let me eat you out again." Branch nearly wheezed. He just wanted to touch her. He wanted to feel her soft thighs in his hands, and her perky breasts, and her thin waist. A tear slid down his cheek and dripped onto the pillows. "Please.." Branch begged.
"Good idea, baby." The pop queen grinned and lifted herself off of his cock. She trembled as she straddled Branch's face and he immediately craned his neck so he could suckle on her pussy lips. Poppy moaned and gripped the headboard as she lowered herself onto his face and let him do what he wanted.
A hour later, and Branch was still sitting on her Branch's face. She was close to cumming again, but that was only because Branch had dove back in after she came. She was so sensitive after cumming, and her husband was taking advantage of that. Was this his way of getting back at her for edging him? Maybe, but she was loving it.
Poppy leaned back and grabbed his thighs for support as she shakily rocked her hips forward. "D-daddy...Please..." she whined, but Branch kept licking and sucking. She was drooling at this point, but it felt so good. "Ooh..."
"Mm," Branch moaned, and sucked harder on her sensitive clit. He loved how her thighs tensed everytime he swept his tongue over her clit, and how she tugged hard on his hair when he nipped at the apex of her thighs. "You taste s'good baby..." Branch mumbled as he licked the wetness off of her thighs.
"Y-you..." his words filled her chest with warmth and made her stomach twist dangerously, but not in the bad way. Poppy rocked her hips to remind him what his real task was, and Branch went back to licking.
He loved her. He loved every part of her body. He loved her pink curly pubic hair, and the love marks on her thighs, and the visible hickeys he has given her over a year ago. She was so beautiful, and if it were somehow possible to marry her again for a second time, he would. "I need to touch y-you.." Branch almost sobbed, tugging hard on his restraints. He felt so vulnerable like this, completely at Poppy's mercy.
The pop queen glanced down at her husband's and sighed shakily. She withdrew her stand from his wrists, but not from his cock, not just yet. She gasped when he immediately grabbed at her thighs and pulled her down, pushing his tongue deep inside of her. "Branchifer!" she squealed.
The survivalist couldn't stop himself from groping at her thighs as he swallowed down her juices. He loved her thighs, especially when they were pinned on either side of his face. He dug his nails into the softness of her thighs as he dragged his tongue over her wet folds. "Mmm," Branch hummed.
"S-stop...I don't wanna cum like this." Poppy whined, but he kept going, kept licking into her. She yelped when he swept his tongue over her clit and arched her back, wanting more despite her pleads for him to stop. "Branch...stop." The Pop Queen cried.
He stopped and pulled his face away, glancing up at her with worry. He was so far gone that he hadn't heard her cries. "Sorry..." Branch mumbled, and rested his cheek on her thigh. He kissed her eyelash there, and looked back up at her.
"I..." Poppy panted. "I wanna...I wanna go back to riding you. You've been a g-good boy, Branch." she murmured breathlessly as she lifted herself off of his face. Poppy straddled his waist again, and this time willed her stand away, leaving Branch free to do what he wanted to her. "This okay?" she asked as she started lowering herself onto his cock.
He nodded, though there were tears in his eyes. He hoped Branch wouldn't notice them. "I can...cum now?" he asked quietly. He wasn't sure what she wanted, but he would do anything for her at this point. Anything.
"Just let me ride you, sweetie." The pink girl smiled and patted his thigh as her ass met his thighs. She moaned softly and rocked her hips, eyes locked on her father to make sure everything was okay. Poppy didn't want to go too far, but really, she already had.
Branch held onto her hips and thrusted into her, but kept his pace slow. He wasn't in control now. "Fuck," he cursed, already feeling warmth pooling in his groin. He sat up and cupped Poppy's breasts, and leaned in to take one of her nipples into his mouth. He suckled softly, and even let his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin.
"Geez...Ah, Branch!" she gripped his shoulders for support as she bounced on his cock. She was close, and she doubted her father would last as long as she wanted him to, but that was fine. Poppy reached between her legs and desperately rubbed at her sensitive clit as she rocked her hips forward. "Ah!"
"Baby...I can't." Branch buried his face in her shoulder and moaned against her skin. "I can't hold it any longer..." he was so embarrassed, but he knew Poppy understood. Finally being inside Poppy's tight heat was too much after being edged for so long.
"That's, ah, okay...Let it out, baby. Fill me up with your cum..."Poppy pleaded as she rode his big cock. Branch always came inside her, and she loved it everytime. Nothing could compare to the feeling of her husband's hot cum inside her.
"Poppifer...!" he gave a few more rough thrusts, and then spilled his load into her. The teal blue troll moaned and pressed his lips to her collar bones as he choked out her name again. "Pops..." he panted as he slammed into her, his balls slapping loudly against her thighs.
"Branchifer!" she cried as she came. Being filled up by her lover was enough to send her over the edge. Poppy held onto his shoulders as he thrusted into her, and sobbed as she felt his cum dripping onto her thighs. "P-please, ah!" she gasped. She desperately rubbed at her over sensitive clit, but it was too much by now, and she had to stop.
Branch finally pulled out of her, but that didn't stop him from leaning in and lapping at the cum dripping out of the pop queen's dripping pussy. Branch grabbed at her ass and held her there as he ate it out of her, something he knew Poppy loved. Finally, he'd licked up all of it, and pulled away, taking Poppy with him. Branch wrapped an arm around her waist and fell against the sheets. "Baby," he called.
The pop queen rested her cheek on his chest, still panting. "Jeez, Branch. " she giggled. "A warning would've been nice." Poppy smiled up at him.
Branch laughed. "Sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you in the shower?" he asked, and tried winking, but that only made Poppy laugh even harder.
"Love you, Branch." The pop queen kissed her husband's smooth cheek, leaving a small amount of lipstick stains but he didn't mind one bit.
"Love you, too." The survivalist replied. The both shared a quick kiss before getting up to start a relaxing bath.