The sheets underneath Poppy were damp with sweat and cum, and her hair was plastered to her skin, Poppy's breaths coming in short sharp gasps, yet Branch didn't seem to show any sign of being done. He'd already gotten her off three times with his tongue and fingers, and when he'd finally pushed into her with a heady groan, she was so sure that he wouldn't last long.
That had been twenty minutes ago.
Branch was dragging it out, letting her feel every inch of his cock against her over-stimulated walls, coaxing another orgasm from her wrung out body as his hips slammed into her. The Pop Queen clutched the sheets, feeling them bunch under her knees, and when Branch slowed, she thought that maybe he was done.
"You okay?" The teal troll murmured, running one hand over Poppy's ass.
The Pop Queen managed a "yeah", suddenly feeling bereft of the friction he'd been causing. Branch grinned, picking up speed again, using his grip on her hips to bring Poppy crashing flush with him, and she groaned at the deep penetration.
"I'm gonna cum," The teal troll warned breathlessly. "Wanna feel you cum while I fill up your pussy." His fingers dug into her skin and Poppy cried out as he slammed into her even harder, making the headboard slam into the wall.
Poppy's final orgasm ended in a drawn out wail as Branch spilled inside her, holding himself deep until the pink girl was a quivering mess underneath him. When Branch pulled out, his cum dribbled out and down her thigh, and Branch moaned, using one hand to spread her open.
"You made a mess," The Pop Queen grumbled, panting into the sheets.
With a chuckle, Branch slapped her ass and she went limp, collapsing onto her side and grimacing as Poppy felt the stickiness between her thighs. "How about a shower?" Branch hummed, running his hand up her leg, dipping the bed behind her with his weight.
"That sounds great," The pink troll sighed, "but I don't think my legs work anymore."