Poppy is on her stomach with her arms stretched out, angled toward the corners of the bed. Black cuffs around her wrists and black sheets beneath her make her skin and pink hair glow. Her breasts are sandwiched between her and the mattress, she is pressed so that they squish out to her sides and up toward her chin. She is squirming and making whimpering sounds, whining sounds. Branch is eating her out.

A soft wedge hoists her hips off the bed. A bar spreads her legs. His hands are on the sides of her hips, tilting her just so that Branch can bury his face in her pussy.

His tongue laps swiftly back and forth, striking her clit while her hole quivers before his eye. Her bud is swollen and each pass of his tongue makes her moan.

"Unggnngg.. Oh Branch! uhhhhh..."

The teal troll speeds up his pace, saliva messing his face as he works. The Pop Queen's voice catches in her throat, it sounds like it's been squeezed inside of her and then it bursts out.

"Oooh fuck!

Glistening slick drips onto his nose. Poppy is so sensitive after she comes that another teasing pass of his tongue makes her cry out and push against her restraints. Branch does it again just to hear her gasp and feel her try to jerk away.

He's wound tight as a wire, his groin aches even before he fucks her. Precum smears along her thigh as he mounts her. Her ass is cushy and soft, he can't help but rutt between her cheeks. His breath udders out of him and he does it again, the pressure drawing more from his weeping cock to bead on the small of her back.

The mirror at the headboard provides the perfect view of her flushed face. Poppy's not watching him. Her eyes are closed and her lips are open. She's still breathing heavy.

Branch grinds against her a third time, a long slow push with all of his weight that makes her back bow even more sharply. "Fuck," he hisses. "I'm going to nut all over your back."

The Pop Queen clenches her fists in her restraints. "You better not."

"Like you're in a position to dictate," his grin makes him look like a devil.

"I'm begging you." She's changed her strategy. "Fuck me instead. Please."

This tactic is working. "Pull your knees in. Raise your hips." Branch is scrutinizing her face in the mirror. The low unspoken promise in his voice makes her stomach twist in anticipation.

Poppy scoots her legs in until the spreader touches the flat edge of the wedge. Her hips are as high as she can raise them. Branch hums his approval and strokes her flanks with the pads of his thumbs, evaluating her before he rides her.

Branch is watching her face in the mirror as he nudges his prick against her slit. Her eyes roll up to meet his reflection. Poppy knows he likes her to look into his eye as he splits her. Slowly, so slowly, he pushes past her sopping lips. She is so hot and wet and soft that his legs shake where he's kneeled for leverage. Branch growls, frustrated that he almost came right away and her reflection smirks at him.

His eye narrows and she realizes what she is in for. Branch shoves himself into her with a brutal thrust. Her eyes bulge as she shouts, her tongue spilling out of her mouth.

"Hmmnnngmmm," his groan wrings out of him as he circles his hip, burying himself as deeply as he can inside of her cunt. Poppy is so tight around him that each minuscule space he shoves into imbeds him further into her throbbing walls.

Her bonds hold tight. The Pop Queen wants to wriggle back. She wants to meet his thrusts with her hips held high. He withdraws and slams back into her before she can fully recover. She is so wet that he is gliding in and out of her, slapping lewdly against her with each impact. Each penetration forces her juices to spill, trickling down her thighs and wetting his balls.

"Hah! Unnnngghhnn Ugh" her moans fly out of her with each piston-like hit of his hips against hers.

"Tell me…" his voice is gravel. Branch is watching the way his thick veiny dick looks as it slips from her hole and stuffs it full again. "Tell me how it feels… when I fuck you."

The Pop Queen doesn't comprehend what he asks, she can hardly recall her own name when he's railing her like this. Then his hand cracks across her ass cheek and she's talking like he's popped a cork from a champagne bottle.

"Aaaha! It's like you'REeee splitting meEEE… AUGH… it's so GOOD I uuunngg it's so Fucking BIG AH uuuuuuugggh"

Branch grins as he pulls her hips flush to his groin and fucks into her so hard that she screams his name. Her pussy tightens around him. The teal troll shoves against the pressure and clenching walls. There is a rush of liquid and light explodes behind his eye. His jizz is so hot, the space so small and he is suddenly so sensitive that he jerks out of her fast. His cum oozes out of her hole where he's filled her.

Suddenly, something possesses him and before he thinks twice he scoops his finger through his cum and sprawls over her back. "Open your mouth."

Poppy complies before her half closed eyes can focus on him and seals her lips around his finger Her tongue swirls and cleans his finger. His cock twitches as she sucks.

Branch strokes her hair as the thudding of his heart slows. "You were so good, kitten."

"Mmmmm thank you," her voice is dreamy.

"Should I untie you now?"

No. I like you on top of me. I want to stay here a little longer."