Page 20 of Bigfoot Threw Rocks at Me

Together, we work on either side of Stripe's shaft, our tongues sliding up and down the veiny length in tandem. The taste of Stripe’s musk is intoxicating, a heady mix of pine and aggression that arouses Mark and mine’s primal urges further. Mark moans as he sucks on the head of Stripe's cock, his own erection straining.

"Let me take care of you too," I whisper. I slide my hand down Mark's abs and grasp his hard length. He gasps, bucking into my hand. I stroke him firmly as I continue licking Stripe's shaft.

"Yes, just like that," Mark groans through gritted teeth. Precum beads at the tip of his cock.

Stripe rumbles approvingly, his massive body undulating. I feel his claws gently comb through my hair. The primal energy in the room builds. We are all connected in this frenzy of lust.

As Mark's arousal grows, I can sense Stripe's desire growing as well. The Eldruk lets out a low growl, his golden eyes boring into me.

Tell the human I wish to take him fully.

I pause, leaning in to whisper Stripe's request into Mark's ear. Mark's eyes go wide, and he looks between Stripe and me with apprehension and excitement.

"Are...are you sure?" Mark asks hesitantly.

I nod, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be here to guide you,” I tell Mark.

Mark takes a deep breath and nods.

"Okay. I want this."

I grin, pleased that Mark is opening himself to new experiences. I help Mark onto his hands and knees before Stripe, angling his hips up enticingly. Stripe wastes no time, grasping Mark's waist with his huge hands.

I watch intently as Stripe extends his long, rough tongue and slides it up the cleft of Mark's asscheeks. Mark lets out a surprised whimper at the warm, wet sensation. Stripe continues to lap slowly, thoroughly coating Mark's most private area with thick saliva.

"Mmm yes, get him nice and wet," I purr encouragingly.

Mark grips the moss bed, overcome by the new pleasures assaulting him. Stripe works his tongue in practiced circles, teasing Mark's tight hole. A low groan escapes Mark's throat when the tip of Stripe's tongue finally breaches his entrance. Stripe grunts in satisfaction at Mark's reaction, grasping his hips more firmly as he works his tongue deeper inside.

"Oh god," Mark gasps, his thighs quivering.

Stripe's thick, dexterous tongue explores Mark's tight passage, coaxing muffled cries of ecstasy from the man. I continue stroking Mark's straining cock, precum now dripping freely down the swollen head.

But wait, I have an idea… I position myself beneath Mark, laying back and spreading my legs wide. My slick pussy glistens in the firelight, ready and waiting to receive him. I reach down and use my fingers to spread my soft pink folds, exposing my aching clit. Mark looks down at me with lust-blown eyes, his body trembling from the pleasure of Stripe's talented tongue. He slowly pulls himself away from the Eldruk's ministrations, a thin trail of saliva still connecting them.

Stripe’s eyes blaze as he watches Mark move between my open thighs. Mark's cock bobs heavily, the engorged head shiny with precum. He holds the base of his shaft, guiding it to my slick entrance. We both moan deeply as he presses inside me. Behind him, Stripe positions his massive erection at Mark's slick hole. Mark tenses in anticipation, letting out a shuddering breath.

"Go slow," I whisper to Stripe.

The Eldruk nods. He rubs the tip of his cock against Mark's entrance, coating it with precum. Mark whimpers, pushing back against him. Stripe begins to press forward, breaching Mark's tight ring of muscle. Mark cries out, his body stretching to accommodate Stripe's enormous girth. I reach up to caress Mark soothingly as inch by inch, Stripe's length disappears inside him.

"Oh god, you feel so good," Mark groans. "So full..."

Stripe grunts approvingly, sliding deeper still until finally he is buried to the hilt in Mark's tight heat. Mark pants heavily, adjusted now to the intense stretch and fullness.

Slowly, Stripe begins to move, pulling back before pushing forward again. Each thrust nudges Mark deeper into me, and I moan at the increased pressure against my swollen pussy. Together, we moved as one, a writhing mass of muscle and fur. A sexual Victoria sponge cake.

"Oh fuck," Mark moans, his voice raw with pleasure as Stripe's massive girth stretches him open. "I've never... felt anything... like this."

I moan in agreement, my nails digging into the moss beneath me

"Yes... Just like that," I pant, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck me... Fuck us both..."

I can feel my climax building. Pressure mounting inside, ready to erupt. Mark's eyes are squeezed shut, his face etched with pleasure-pain as Stripe's massive shaft plunges into him over and over.

"I'm close," Mark gasps through gritted teeth. His thighs tremble where they bracket my hips. I reach between us and rub tight circles around my aching clit, my pussy clenching hungrily on Mark's driving cock.

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