Branch grunts lightly as he repositions himself, draping his arm over Poppy's side as he holds her from behind. Poppy's breathing is so light, so soft as she sleeps peacefully in his arms. His blue eyes scan her curves, admiring each dip and valley he's claimed over and over again. His large hand runs over her shoulder, along her waist, over the arc of her backside…
"Hm…" Branch hums, a low rumble vibrating through his chest.
Branch's smile is mischievous as he leans in, nuzzling his curved nose into the delicate pink skin of Poppy's neck and sighing deeply as he presses himself into her. Each night he holds her he feels himself relax, fully at ease in the presence of his lover's company. The survivalist admires Poppy greatly, admires her beautiful smile and her contagious laugh, her gorgeous hair and sparkling magenta eyes, her soft hands and their gentle touch, her mesmerizing form and delicious curves…
The teal troll's hands continue to roam, rising back up the pink girls body and curling around to her stomach. They slide further, lightly cupping her right breast as she layed on her left side. Branch then reaches down, slipping past the edge of Poppy's shirt to experience her soft skin without barrier.
His rough hand gently massages Poppy's plump flesh, running his thumb over her soft nipple. Branch hums, his tone high with excitement once it hardens beneath the pad of his thumb. He rolls his hips forward, pressing his thick erection against Poppy's backside, groaning lowly as he closes his eyes.
Suddenly, the pop queen rolled over, laying fully on her stomach. Branch removes his hand as she do so, sliding it back and resting it on her waist while he holds his breath. Luckily, Branch doesn't disturb her, allowing her slumber to continue without interruption.
Branch's hand returns to its curious actions, roaming her curves as he assesses Poppy's beautiful body. His palm slides over her bare hip, curving around to her cheeks. He squeezes Poppy lightly, chuckling happily as he watches her backside jiggle when he releases Poppy from his grasp. His pointer finger and thumb trail inward, pinching the fabric of her panties before moving it to the side. The pads of his fingers then slide down, ever so gently running over her now exposed labia.
Looking back up at Poppy, he sees she's still caught up in her dreams. Branch then returns his gaze, leaning up on his forearm as he becomes utterly enthralled with Poppy's shapely backside. He's always loved it, her smooth and perfectly rounded ass, how it jiggles when she walk, the way it bounces back against him when they fuck.
Branch purses his lips, his hungry eyes watching his spit drip down onto her soft skin, rolling over her plump cheek and through her precious folds. With his brow furrowed and full of focus, he pops a finger into his mouth, sucking on it lightly as Branch stares at her puffy lips.
"So soft…" Branch mutters, running his wet fingertip along Poppy's slit.
With gentle motions, Branch wiggles between Poppy's folds, slowly inserting his thick digit. It dips inside, sliding further and further until he reaches his last knuckle. When Branch removes it, he presses it to his lips, lightly inhaling before opening his mouth and placing it on his tongue. His body shivers with arousal at Poppy's taste, closing his eyes as his lips wrap around his finger, sucking lightly as Branch savors her flavor.
It makes him feral, the things he's doing to Poppy while she sleeps peacefully beside him, smelling and tasting the intimate space between her legs. How she can sleep through it, he doesn't know. His finger then returns, now adding a second as they glide into the pop queen. Branch leans down, firmly pressing his lips to Poppy's shoulder as his fingers begin sliding in and out of her.
"Oh…" Poppy sighed out, moaning lightly.
Branch smirks against her, humming playfully as she stirs. His fingers begin to move more fervently, sliding in and out of her velvety warmth.
"Branch …" the pink troll moaned, fluttering her eyes, "Oh – Branch!" Poppy gasped, fully waking up from her slumber.
"Oh, sweet thing," the teal troll sighs, continuing his movements. "Say it again, say my name."
An incredible wave of euphoria washes over Poppy, the pleasurable sensation shuddering through her hips as Branch fingers her with his thick digits. Poppy smiled as he kisses her shoulder again, sighing out as his body shifts above hers.
"Branch " the pink girl repeats, a sleepy smile spreading across her relaxed face.
"I sincerely hope I will earn your forgiveness for my wicked desires," Branch speaks, his soft voice low and full of lust. "But I simply, truly, could not help myself."
Poppy's smile widens at his words, loving the way he absolutely aches for her. Poppy slide her right knee upward along the mattress, allowing him better access to her now needy core. Branch moans at this, his lips curling against her shoulder. Branch begins peppering kisses along her back, his lips gently tickling her skin as he starts to curl his fingers.
"Oh, baby…" Poppy gasped, feeling his beautifully thick digits rub deliciously against her delicate walls, applying pressure to the sweetest of places.
"Oh, baby, I love that."
"Hm…" Branch chuckles, his tone high as he enjoys the moment. "Say that again."
"I love that," Poppy replied, immediately complying. "I love it so much."
The survivalist groans lowly at Poppy's eagerness, now shoving his fingers into her. Her ass shakes beneath him, his strong hand pushing back and forth with quick movements. Branch grunts are intoxicating, clearly enjoying this moment in its entirety. He sighs and moans as she does, pressing his body weight onto Poppy's small frame. He rolls his hips onto her side, allowing his lover to feel his arousal as it wets his boxers. Branch has always been a passionate lover, full of eager desire and vigorous determination.
"You beautiful thing," Branch mutters, "A masterpiece so divine you'd have to have been made by heaven itself."
Poppy hums at his praise, reveling in her soul mates attention. Branch was always attentive, no matter what it was that needed tending to; but with her, he was entirely enthralled, more than eager to meet Poppy's every need and then thoroughly exceed it.
"Baby, come here." Poppy sighed, "I want your lips."
Branch removes his hand as she rolled onto her back, quickly shoving them back inside as soon as Poppy's situated. Her delicate hands reach up, cupping his beautiful face and brining him down to hers. He allows Poppy to lead him, pressing his soft lips to hers once she's in reach. The way Branch kisses will truly be the death of her; he mouths at Poppy, his plush lips rocking against hers, swallowing her moans while he swaps them with his own. His mouth and stubble tickles her skin, lightly rubbing over her cheeks as he rocks his head, deepening the kiss with each passing second. Poppy's hands don't leave him, grasping his handsome face and eventually roaming upwards. His feathery locks are soothingly soft as her fingers intertwine with them, combing through his hair while his fingers set her free.
Poppy lifted her knees, resting her feet against the mattress and spreading her legs. She leaned into him as Branch moves his arm, sliding it beneath her head and wrapping it around her shoulder. Branch holds Poppy against him while he continues to kiss her, leaning down into her loving touch.
"Oh, that's it honey." Branch coos lovingly, fervently pumping his thick fingers into her.
"I want you to sing for me."
Poppy continue gasping and sighing below him, utterly enthralled in the pleasure he's bringing her. His fingers rub against every needy spot inside her, every sweet space that cries out for his touch.
"Baby," Poppy sighed lightly, "I want more, give me more… please."
"What do you want? What is it that you desire, sweet thing?" Branch coos, his soft voice an overt paradox to his forceful actions.
"I want you," the pink girl gasps, whining at the growing need rapidly rising inside of her.
The Pop Queen can practically hear the sly smirk that splays across his face as Branch chuckles, immediately removing his fingers and rolling over her. Branch fumbles with his boxers, swiftly pulling himself free and tugging on his cock. His other hand falls to her backside, largely splaying over her skin and gripping her in hand.
"Oh…" Poppy sighed blissfully, feeling more of his spit drip down onto her folds.
Branch smears it messily between her cheeks and labia, spreading her cheeks before spitting on her once more. Branch's hand trails up, lazily smacking Poppy's left cheek with his wet hand. With his erection in hand, he rubs his rounded tip against her folds, languidly slipping past. He wet his tip with her slick, running the head of his cock up and down her slippery pussy.
"How magnificent." the teal troll says, releasing a breath as he stares in awe at the sight below him. "Such pretty little lips." Branch praises, barely poking his tip inside.
"Oh…" The Pop Queen moan, welcoming the intrusion but whining loudly as it's taken away.
"And needy, too." Branch teases, entering once more before retracting his hips again.
He continues teasing her, rubbing himself against Poppy's slick sex, barely sliding into her velvety walls, only to slide out moments after. She whined and writhe beneath him, begging for him to relive her aching core. And he does; without warning Branch pushes himself all the way inside. In one motion, he bottoms out, filling her up as his hips meet her ass. His hands land on either side of Poppy, his head hung low as he revels in the sensation her warm walls provide.
Branch's groans are deep and low as he exhales above her, holding himself in place while she clenches around him. When her walls contract, his right hand lifts, moving to rest on Poppy's hips.
"Pretty girl…" he says lowly, almost as a warning.
The pop queen gasped, a girlish whine leaving her lips. "Branch, please ."
Poppy can feel him throb inside her as he hears her words, her soft begs hitting the survivalist's ears with a tone that's entirely too sweet. The male troll groans, sighing deeply before the hand on her ass lays a harsh smack. Poppy shout at the pain, his skin tingling her own with force. Branch then begins to move, slowly dragging his cock in and out.
"Do you like that?" Branch asks, his tone mockingly sweet. "You want me to spank you, sweet thing?"
"Branch," Poppy whines out, her aching clit pulsing with arousal. "Yes, yes. I love it very much."
Poppy finds herself trying to keep her composure, but it's all for not. As Branch nears his high, his thrusts become even more frantic, even more forceful. Poppy's soft tone collapses into sinful cries and needy begs, praising him and his relentless desires, his beautiful body and entrancing tone. She could listen to him for hours; listen to the beautiful moans and loving words that he so willingly expresses.
"Fuck, yes! Branch! Good job baby!" The Pop Queen cried out, feeling her high crash into her.
His animalistic groans intensify as Poppy clenches around him, flooding his cock with her arousal as she cums. Branch sounds almost pained as he quickly follows, grunting as his hips slap harshly against her. The shallow jerks of his hips and the warmth of his spend prolong her high, forcing wave after wave of euphoric bliss to vibrate through Poppy's very being.
His pulsing tip shoots rope after rope, his sticky cum coating her walls as he empties himself into his lover. The hand on Poppy's ass slides off her body, resting on the sheets below as Branch pants above her. Poppy works on steadying her own breaths, coming down from a high that was absolutely worth waking up for.
"Hm…" Poppy sigh blissfully, "I love that."
Branch chuckles, still breathless as he leans down to kiss Poppy's back.
"I love you very much."