"Branch —"

Poppy sucks in a shaky breath as a flat tongue runs from her entrance to her clit, and she whine as Branch hooks his arms under her thighs to bring her pussy flush against his mouth—his reading glasses thrown off somewhere in the midst of the couple kissing so deeply on their way from the couch to the bed—and he spits on her clit, making her cunt pulse.

"You're always so wet when you drink juice," The teal troll groans against Poppy, his mouth covering her entire pussy as his jaw goes to work, sucking and eating her out like he's starved.

Just the way Poppy like it when he's this tipsy—the spiked punch making her pleasantly warm, mixed with how his tongue and mouth feel on her.

It's like she's drowning in a pool of liquid heat as Branch makes out with her cunt, his tongue dipping in and running through her pillowy folds, and all Poppy can do is lay there and take it with her toes curling and her fingers digging in his hair.

It's funny when she really think about it.

One would think that Branch —of all trolls —would be against this.

Grossed out by it, even.

But he's the complete opposite with her in bed and behind closed doors.

He's fucking dirty—uncaring of how messy he gets as her fluids gush onto his face as the teal troll fucks her with his tongue, eating her pussy and licking her clit like it's honey flavored.

Branch even likes it more when a she's fucking herself back—riding his face—making his eyes roll back, eyebrows furrowed, and a groan being muffled against her soft pussy.

Branch may be a neat freak but he really doesn't care about the way his chin gets drenched from her juices—not when it means he can hear Poppy moan so pretty for him, and feel her plush thighs squeeze around his head.

He's so intoxicated by having his hot tongue in her cunt that he finds himself growing light-headed—his bulge growing and pre-cum leaking against his sweatpants as Branch licks and licks until Poppy's cumming on his tongue, moaning his name as she bucks her hips into his face.

"Oh god—Branch, 'ts too much now—"

Branch hears Poppy.

Very loud and clear.

But he doesn't stop.

Branch doesn't stop giving the pink troll's poor, puffy little clit kitten licks as she's crying from the overstimulation.

He doesn't stop holding onto Poppy's thighs right where they are—keeping her pussy close to his mouth so that he can lap Poppy up, not wanting to waste a single drop of her fluids drooling everywhere.

"You're okay," His voice is rough, and his eyes move up to look at Poppy's body—taking in the way her chest is rising and falling with quick breaths, her nipples are hard and waiting also to be sucked on—and Branch gives her sopping cunt one long, wide glide of his wet tongue from bottom to top. "Just give me one more, baby. Just one."

Instead, it's never only one more.

Once he's in this position with his stomach flat on the bed and comfortably lying in between The Pop Queen's legs—

Branch doesn't intend to stop anytime soon.

Poppy tastes too good that it was incredibly intoxicating.

She feels too warm.

And the sound she makes is so damn needy and pretty for him.

Poppy whined, a sob escaping her, and she shakes her head. "Branch —please—"

But then Poppy's words die with a gasp when she feels him nip the curve of the skin of where her cunt and inner thigh meet—and she lets out a ragged exhale, his voice thick and smooth as Branch kisses Poppy's thigh.

"I'm sorry, baby," The Pop Queen feels so dizzy from the heat that she throws an arm over her forehead, panting as the pink troll feels two of Branch's fingers strum her dripping folds before spreading them apart, glistening and throbbing. "You know I can't help it."

The teal troll doesn't let Poppy say anything else, though.

Not when he immediately dives back in to prod his tongue into her tight walls, flexing and curling it to bring Poppy back to that hot, buzzing ache in her belly.

And he keeps her folds open for him to get drunk on—sucking and licking and nipping while his nose bumps against Poppy's clit, feeling his hairs tickle her things as Branch gets Poppy to orgasm again.

And again.

And again—

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—Branch!"

Branch gets his tongue all worked up, mouth open and thumb rubbing Poppy's swollen clit until she's cumming for the fourth time like this—fluids squirting on his face as she abused and soaked cunt spasms, his name on her tongue as the pink troll crying, and Branch drinks it all up like he's needy for her taste.

"Such a good pussy, baby," Branch sucks on her clit with obscene suction noises, making tears stream down Poppy's cheeks as a few more spurts of liquid squirt out of her—The Pop Queen's so fucking overstimulated—and his face is a mess at this point, too.

When Branch eventually does pull away—his lips are swollen and shiny—The Pop Queen doesn't even have it in her to force any of her limbs to move anymore.

Poppy's so fucked out and Branch hasn't even put his cock inside of her yet.

"You took it all so well for me."

The teal troll looks down at Poppy's body—so sweet and perfect—and he can't help but smile at the little mess he's made between her delicious legs.

Branch then unties the strings to his sweatpants as he sits back on his knees, his dick throbbing to feel Poppy's pussy swallow him, and once his thick cock bounces free—

He gives her pussy a slap—his palm against it with a harsh sting—making Poppy whimper in pleasure, then he cups his hand over Poppy as some way to soothe her tired cunt.

"I just need you to lie there and be pretty for me now, okay baby?"