Poppy had been teasing him relentlessly all day, so Branch thought it only fitting to return the favour. The teal troll stripped her naked within seconds of her opening her door to him, but Branch made sure to take his time after that. He'd spent ages slowly working his way down her body, masterfully stoking her growing need for him so much so that the pink troll actually sobbed when he finally graced her deliciously dripping cunt with his mouth.

"Lower," The Pop Queen breathily chanted, "lower."

Decidedly done with teasing, Branch was quick to comply, lengthening the sweep of his tongue to include her perineum and the tight ring of muscle just a little further south.

"Yeah, right there!," Poppy happily sighed. "Put your tongue insi- aaah…"

Branch immediately stuck his tongue in her ass as deep as he was able, pushing her knees up to her chest for better access.

"I am so fucking turned on right now," Poppy moaned, as though just a gentle flick of her clit would undoubtedly send her careening over the edge.

Instead, Branch sucked on his finger then slid the full moistened length of it into her ass. Poppy's back arched off the bed as she keened before plummeting back down and pushing herself towards his hand, practically begging for more.

"Your rough fingers feel so much better than mine," The Pop Queen confessed, a statement that made Branch's scarred cock pulse with need.

"Just you fucking wait," The teal troll warned, pulling her legs back down and apart to nestle his hips between them.

Branch muffled her scream with the hard press of his lips as he buried his cock into her wet heat, grinding against her until they were both a slippery mess.

Branch ended their kiss with a nip of her lip then sat back on his heels. He took himself in hand and pressed his leaking tip to her asshole as Poppy reached down to eagerly spread herself open. The Pop Queen refused to take her eyes off him as he battled against the resistance of her tight ring until, finally, she surrendered.

The teal troll tore his attention from Poppy's face just in time to watch her hungrily devour the thickest part of him, and it took every ounce of his restraint not to forcefully shove the rest of himself inside.

"Deeper," The Pop Queen begged.

Branch couldn't stop his exhale from turning into a moan as hilted himself in her rear.

"So fucking good Branch!," Poppy moaned deliriously as he whipped his hips, the force of it making her perfectly pert breasts jiggle.

Watching the pleasured look on Poppy's face as he buried his slicked cock in her ass just seemed so… intimate, and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that. Nor did he feel he deserved the level of trust Poppy so willingly placed in him.

As much as he enjoyed the warm, tight squeeze of her ass, it was the way she writhed beneath him that had him hypnotised. Branch wasn't too proud to admit he'd mostly been a selfish lover, but something about this pink haired troll made him far more interested in her pleasure than his own.

The teal troll smacked her hand away when Poppy began rubbing her clit, swiftly replacing it with his large calloused thumb. It didn't take long for her to succumb, and the accompanying squeeze or her ass heralded his own demise.

Branch pulled out of her carefully and collapsed onto his back beside her. Their postcoital routine was always the same but it still somehow always managed to surprise him; Poppy snuggled up against him with one arm draped comfortably over his torso.

The Pop Queen deserved so much more than Branch had to offer, but for the life of him he couldn't resist indulging for just a little bit longer.