Lara Croft (from Tomb Raider)

Harry was struggling to keep his mind out of the gutter as he followed his partner into the Aztec temple. He'd been alone with Lara Croft before, but this time she was wearing her skintight uniform. He followed behind her, deep in shadows, watching his partner as she strolled. He couldn't look away from Lara's thick, round ass shifting within her skintight suit. He had to wonder – was she wearing anything underneath? The fabric dug into her cameltoe as her ass rocked hypnotically from side to side, clearly outlining the shape of her pussy. Eventually she stopped and glanced at Harry over a shoulder, and he shivered as he looked into her beautiful eyes.

"Looks like it's abandoned," she said out loud. "This place is creepy. You think all these things were alive at some point?"

Harry joined Lara. The displays contained huge specimens frozen in state: prehistoric monsters bigger than any animal he'd seen. He bit his lip as he walked between the cases, imagining the long-dead creatures' eyes following him.

"It's a mad scientist's wet dream," he said, trying to sound casual. "We need to find the relic – these are meant to distract potential crooks from the main goal."

"Sure," said Lara. "We're definitely not crooks." She stretched her arms above her head and groaned. "I was really hoping we'd find it. We've been looking for a month, and this must be the tenth time this has happened." She sighed.

Harry went to put a hand on her shoulder, but nerves stopped him at the last second, and he awkwardly patted her arm instead. "Yeah, but we'll find it some other time. I'm new to this and even I know you're a good tomb raider." I want to be your womb raider though. "It's not like there's anyone still around who wants to use this relic to raise the undead."

"There's always bad people trying to find a way to do bad stuff," Lara said grumpily, and marched away. Harry followed at a distance. He tried not to stare at her butt again, but it was just…well, impossible. Lara had a world-class booty, swinging this way and that whenever she so much as took a step. Harry found it hard to believe she could be stealthy with that thing attached to her, but once he saw her in action, it made perfect sense. Her entire body was a machine geared for fighting: sleek and strong, conditioned to move in perfect silence or to deliver flying kicks to bad guys' jaws. Harry followed her into a large ornate room, where she immediately began to rifle through crevices and crannies, looking for something – anything – that might point them toward the relic's location.

"It's hopeless," Lara said after a while, and planted her tush on a ledge. "All that work for nothing."

"Well…that's a danger of the job," Harry said. He felt a little helpless here: Lara was far more experienced, and he didn't have her keen eye for evidence. When she flopped back across the platform with her arms outstretched, he fidgeted awkwardly, attracted to the way her suit clung to her breasts. Lara must have noticed his silence: she looked at him and frowned…until her gaze fell to his groin, and she witnessed the huge bulge working its way down his leg. Her lips parted in mute shock, and before Harry could cover up, she sat up straight.

"Holy shit, Harry!"

"Whuh-whuh-whuzzup with you?" He pressed his thighs together, panicking as Lara arose and marched toward him. She brazenly squatted before him and prodded his bulge, sending a shiver of bliss up his spine. "H-Hey, what are you–?"

"Is this thing real?" Lara asked shamelessly, meeting his gaze. He'd dreamt of this view: looking down on her from above, her ass popping out, thick thighs supporting her weight as she inspected his bulge. "Holy shit," she said again, and curled her hand around his bulge, pumping it up and down. "Okay, big boy – let's see just how big you really are."

Harry wasn't sure how to act, what to say. He could barely even breathe, let alone respond to Lara's affections. As his boner swelled down the leg of his suit, he groaned and said, "Sh-should we really be doing this…here..?"

"No times like the present, Harry." Lara sounded distracted. All of her attention was fixed on the obscene slab throbbing before her hungry brown eyes. Her tongue raced across her lips, and she leaned in ever so slowly to blow a hot breath against his cock.

His monster throbbed, and a long rip shot down his leg, exposing thick white meat. Lara crooned in excitement, already stroking her thick left thigh near her pronounced cameltoe. She stroked him harder and faster, causing his stealth suit to rip more with each passing second. Harry could only gasp and moan as Lara jacked him off, unable to wrap her fingers all the way around his insane girth. The realisation only made her hornier. At last, she stuffed two fingers deep into her cunt - pressing the fabric of her suit into her sopping pussy and whining through clenched teeth as she masturbated. Soon she was leaning against his semi-exposed meat, huffing and puffing, her eyes bleary and needy, staring up at Harry in raw need. Harry was taken aback. He didn't want this to end – all his dreams were coming true – but he also felt like a rabbit in the headlights. What was he even supposed to do?

"Don't think about it," Lara said as though reading his mind. "Just…do whatever comes natural. You'll figure it out. Ha…" With that, the brunette beauty squeezed his meat and tugged it out of his suit, freeing his footlong monstercock with a sharp pull. His cockslab unfurled and smacked her in the face, making her cry out in joy and pump him harder and faster, resting his meat on her upturned face so one eye was hidden below his girth. She was actually drooling, spittle gleaming on her lower lip and chin as she worshipped Harry's massive schlong, feeling it pulsing on her face… With each throb, blobs of precum oozed from his tip and fell onto her jiggly ass, sliding into the crevice between her cheeks. She swayed her rump idly and kept on plunging her cunt, desperate for release.

"Lara, you're amazing," Harry said huskily. He felt like his brain cells were draining into his dick. "You sure you're okay with this?"

"Oh…more than okay. I'm ecstatic."

"Good. That's…" Harry decided to stop speaking for a while, and cupped Lara's cheek in his hand. Touching her without reserve was a special kind of bliss, almost as good as feeling his cock on her face, and he started to roll his hips slowly back and forth. She hummed and kissed his underside, which made him tense and his cock buck up into the air before SLAPPing back down. Lara shivered.

"Fuuuck."

"You're drooling…" Harry wiped her chin gently, a lopsided smile on his face. Maybe this was nothing more than a wet dream. Even if it was, he intended to drill these sights, these sensations, into his long-term memory. He pinched himself. "And I'm not dreaming."

"Of course you're not," Lara said. "If I was a dream, could I do this?" She rolled out her pink tongue and trickled it along his urethral bulge, humming as she savoured his taste, his aroma… Her nostrils twitched as she sniffed his meat, taking depraved pleasure in the dizziness his musk brought on. Her eyes were watering now, but she continued her slooow, tender lick up the underside of his shaft, creeping slowly toward his tip. Of course, his cock was so big that, even when she leaned all the way back, she couldn't hope to reach his massive glans – so she licked her lips and grinned at Harry around his throbbing girth.

"Uh…yeah," Harry said nervously, trying to disguise just how sensitive and mind-melted Lara's tongue had left him. "Yeah, a dream could do that. You're gonna have to do more than that to prove you're not."

Smooth, Harry, he thought.

Lara snickered. "That was so dorky." She grasped his base with one hand and cupped the other under his huge, hanging balls, fondling him with tight scrunches, biting her lip in a gap-toothed expression of desire. She was practically glowing with lust, visibly dizzy, her fingers trembling. She couldn't believe how much meat she was holding. A prime steak, just waiting to have the juice sucked out of it… her thighs clenched together and she gave a muted squeak of joy when he pushed his fingers through her brown hair.

"Well," he said, putting on his 'suave' voice. "This dork's about to make you scream."

Lara snorted again – but this time her face was bright red, her breaths quick and ragged. She groaned as Harry stepped back, dragging his cock over her forehead until his giant glans bobbed before her eyes. She immediately started to masturbate again, squishing and schlicking through her suit with two curling fingers.

"Haa…what're you gonna make me do, Harry Potter?" she asked, deciding to play along with the pornstar dialogue.

Harry hesitated. "I dunno. I hadn't thought that far ahead."

She cackled. "Come here." Before Harry knew what was happening, Lara cupped his cockhead in a sleek hand and breathed over it, washing a big, hot gust of air around his sensitive tip. Harry grunted, and the next THROB pushed a thick glob of precum out of his schlong. The white cream dangled, roping lower and lower as it swung back and forth. Lara watched it descend…and then caught it in a hand. "Can't let this go to waste," she said cheerily, and lifted his splooge to her lips. Harry gasped when she sipped his cum out of her palm, half-lidding her eyes, humming as she delicately, steadily filled her mouth with rich, warm spunk. Then she sucked her fingers one by one, closed her lips tight, and tipped back her head. She grasped Harry's wrist, and he shivered as she brought his fingers to her sleek neck.

Gulp.

Harry felt her neck pulse with the swallow, rolling his cum down her hungry throat. She guided his hand downwards, making him stoop towards her as she trailed his fingers down her collarbone…between her perky tits…all the way to her tight, hard belly. By then his mouth was pressed against her hair. She smelled so good… Even when Lara let go of him, he stayed where he was: wrapping an arm around her head and bundling her against his chest, breathing her scent…

"Okay, weirdo," Lara said, laughing as she pushed him away. "If you wanna sniff girls, do it in your own time."

"You were smelling my cock earlier."

"Touché." Lara flexed her fingers and gazed thirstily at Harry's cock, as rock-hard and humongous as ever. She seemed to be planning her next move. "Hey," she said at last. "Any suggestions?"

"I wanna put my dick between your asscheeks."

Lara blinked. "That was fast. Have you been thinking about that a lot?"

"Every day," Harry said weakly. "So, uh…would it be…okay to…"

Lara looked over her shoulder and swayed her massive booty from side to side. Her black-clad ass swung lazily, wobbling in her suit, shelves of heavenly goodness jutting out from her tight figure. At last, she dragged her spindly fingers down her left asscheek – squishing her own thick rump under her hand – and grinned. "I guess it is pretty big. Maybe big enough to go up against your cock." Lara rose from her squat and pushed against Harry, planting a palm on his chest and pressing him back, step by step, to the wall. His cock rubbed on her hip the whole time, subject to lazy, sloshing whaps from her rump. "What do you think?"

"I think…my dick can defeat your butt any day of the weak." Harry was at his wits' end. It was an immense struggle just to keep up with Lara. Was this what it felt like to become a man? Just as he thought that, Lara rocked her hip up against his cock, and he spurted a thick rope of cream that splattered on the floor several feet behind Lara. She looked back and grumbled about the waste before hiking a leg up high.

Like, really high.

Her heel rested on the wall over Harry's shoulder, her calf and thigh pinning him to the wall. She was so flexible that the strange position didn't seem to bother her at all: she kept on peering into his eyes, unflinchingly intense, her dark irises drilling into him. She pursed her lips and shuffled her hips from side to side, wobbling her rump over his cock until it slid into the crevice between her doughy cheeks. When he thought about hotdogging her asscheeks, he'd always imagined her on all fours, huffing and puffing while he pumped over her – he'd never even thought of this! He barely had time to grasp Lara's waist before she started to rock her hips back and forth, sawing her buns along the bridge of his footlong monstercock. Her tongue poked between her lips, and she watched Harry squirm with a cruel gleam in her eyes.

"You'll be gentle, won't you?" she asked silkily. "It's my first time."

"I-It is?" Lara was nineteen; Harry was eighteen. He'd always wondered if she'd been with a guy.

"Uhuh. Hard to do normal teen stuff when you're finding totems and fight baddies everyday. We don't pick up partners: we pick up scars." She smiled. "But, hey, we have a little time on our hands. Let's see what we can get done."

Harry gulped. All the time Lara was speaking, she never stopped moving her hips: working a slow, steady rhythm over his throbbing meat, milking spurts of pre out of his enormity. When he tipped his head back and moaned out loud, Lara smirked and kissed his neck. He tensed – and suddenly her nose was touching his, her big eyes glaring into his own, her breaths gracing his lips. He hesitated…then threw an arm around her waist, pushed forward, and kissed her. They locked lips hungrily, chest to chest, tight and intimate in a way Harry had never experienced before. He felt like he was melting into her body, giving himself to her, begging her to take more and more… When her tongue entered his mouth, he closed his eyes and focused on the sensation of her slick, agile muscle searching his mouth, dragging over his own tongue, coaxing him to join her in a curling, flicking dance between their crushed lips. And when they pulled apart…

"Whoa," Lara said. "Was that your first kiss, too?"

"It was."

"Neat." She nuzzled into his neck, brushing her teeth along his skin. "You know what else?"

"What?" Harry asked shakily.

"I think we're gonna have a lot of 'first's today." With that, she pressed her fingers on the wall over Harry's shoulders, hiked up her other leg, and smirked. She was clinging to the wall now, planting her feet next to Harry's hips so she could pump, rock, and roll her booty over his massive cock. He moaned again, ecstasy surging through him, threatening to overwhelm him as Lara humped the bridge of his shaft. Her asscheeks started off bouncing and jostling wildly, but as her powerful core muscles worked up a rhythm, they entered the flow and started to CLAP-CLAP-CLAP in her suit. Harry watched over Lara's head in awe as her buttcheeks smashed and clashed together, rippling together and apart like a work of booty art. That was…just too much, wasn't it?

"L-Lara," he stammered. "Hnngh…if you keep that up, I'll…I'm really gonna…"

"Gonna what, Harry? Gonna cum your brains out all over this dusty floor?"

"Y-Yeah..!"

Lara bit his neck – hard. Harry gasped in pain as she ravaged, savaged his cock with her wobbling ass, never giving him a moment of mercy. In fact, she sped up, crushing him to the wall with her chest while her hips rocketed back and forth, up and down in bashing, clapping, smacking pendulums! Harry held her head in one arm and her waist in the other, trying to establish some control over Lara and failing completely. She was a machine, assaulting his cock with all her might, wrecking his brain until his eyes glazed over and his mouth fell open.

"G-Gonna…gonna cum…oh God, Lara, I'm gonna—"

"Cumming-!" Lara squeaked, and when he looked down into her face he saw her eyes were rolled back, watering down her red cheeks as she pumped her hips into overdrive. Her ass became a blur, RAMMING down on his pelvis with superhuman strength. Paintings fell from the walls. Any ordinary man would have been suffering from an extreme case of 'smushed pelvis' by now, but Harry had the physiology to match. She clenched her teeth and crooned as she came. The SLAPs and CLAPs of her assault mingled with wet squelches as she drenched the groin of her suit, dragging her cameltoe up and down the veiny bridge of Harry's meat. "C-Cum with me!"

How couldn't Harry obey an order like that? He was on the edge anyway, clinging to a pole and whipping around like a flag in a buffeting storm of pleasure. Now he let go, surrendering himself to the wind, letting it carry him away!

The first jet of cum that launched from his cock nearly hit the opposite wall. He buried his face in Lara's hair and clung to her tight, hissing between his teeth as she gnawed and sucked on his skin. SPLRRRCH! SPLLRRCH! His cumshots blasted forth in humongous white streams, slapping across the dirty floor and making a gigantic mess. Lara, thrilled by the eruption, slammed down to the base of his cock and rested with her cunt squished against his pelvis, groaning into his collarbone, hanging limply from the wall as she came down from her high. Harry took over: he dug his hands into her asscheeks and started to work her over his cock, using her butt like a toy to prolong his huge orgasm. He panted for air, sagging in exhaustion even as he smushed Lara's doughy cheeks up and down, up and down...milking the last few, tremendous spurts out of his cock. By the time his load faded to a dribble, the floor was divided in two by a long line of cumshots. Lara's feet slipped from the wall, and she staggered lazily over to the ledge, sitting on its edge as she surveyed her handiwork.

"Mm," she said, smiling crookedly at the vast amount of cum on the floor. "I really got all that out of you?"

"Uhuh…you did…" Harry sat beside Lara, hips together, and tried to catch his breath. "Lara…I can't tell you how amazing that was…"

"You're saying I did a good job."

"You did a…great job." Harry looked into her eyes – then leaned across and kissed her again. This time was sweeter, savouring the touch of one another's lips. "Hah…"

"Ha. I notice…you're still hard. Are you magic?"

"Is stating the obvious one of your quirks." Harry grunted when Lara touched his dick, hyper-sensitive after cumming like a fire hydrant. She rolled her hand up and down, gathering up the pussyjuice she'd drooled all over his shaft, then licked her fingers one by one. "Does that actually taste good?"

"Don't ruin the moment, Harry. It tastes sexy; that's all that matters. Here." She stuck out her glistening pink tongue, and Harry sucked on it – peering into her needy eyes all the while. When he pulled back, he grinned.

"You want to keep going."

"Only if you want to."

"I only wanna keep going if you wanna keep going."

"Okay, this could get stupid. Let's end the stalemate by fucking each other."

"Agreed," said Harry.

There was a long pause. They watched each other carefully, each wondering who would make the first move. Eventually Lara rolled her eyes. "Do I need to do everything around here?" She leaned back on the ledge and spread her thick thighs, stoking her clit through the damp, stretchy fabric of her suit. "Here. See this?" She spread her fingers inside her pussy, making a divot between her quivering vulva. "You put your dick in this."

"I know how it works," Harry said as he arose, trembling all over, moving between Lara's legs. Looking down at her like this was a completely different experience than feeling her bucking up and down his shaft. Now the agency was his, and he wondered if he was up to the task. He lifted his cock up high – and dropped it on Lara's tight stomach. She grunted when it SMACKED her, clenching her abs, peering down at his twitching, bubbling cockhead through the valley of her huge tits. She swallowed, then met Harry's stare and smiled reassuringly – or as reassuringly as she could with his near-waist-thick monster weighing down on her.

"Just do what feels natural," she reminded him, and bit the crook of a finger as he started to thrust over her belly. Her abs felt like heaven, twitching and tensing beneath her skintight suit, like a washboard for his cock except not agonisingly painful. She cupped her breasts in her palms, nipples poking between her fingers, and tugged at her tender buds as Harry massaged his dick on her toned middle. Her tongue flicked across the brim of her lips. A line of drool glistened on her chin.

"You look like an angel," Harry mumbled – and instead of getting a snarky comment, he got a blush.

"You're not so bad-looking yourself," Lara said quietly. "You're the only person I trust enough to do this."

A pleasant thrill went through Harry's body. "The same goes for you. I-…I really like you. A lot."

"Like, 'love' like, or..?"

His heart skipped a beat. "Yeah. I love you, okay?"

She held his gaze and said, "I love you too." She reached out a hand, he grasped it, and they kissed passionately for a good long while. A long line of drool stretched between their lips when they pulled apart, leaving them both panting for air.

"Okay," said Harry. "Here goes. Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

"I'll tell you."

Harry drew back, rolling his urethral bulge over Lara's taut abs until his cockhead rested just over her cameltoe. She spread her pussylips again, huffing and puffing desperately, shifting on the wall for comfort. When Harry finally planted his tip against her twitching cunt, she arched her slender body, pushing her stomach up towards the ceiling as a bright, happy moan escaped her lips. She wanted this just as much as he did. Harry no longer hesitated. He knew what he needed to do.

It came naturally.

He pressed forwards, stretching Lara's pussy through the fabric of her suit, wearing the material like a flimsy, leaking condom. He took it slow, committing to memory the sight of Lara squirming, gasping, clawing the desk – and staring at him in total lust, total adoration. Even when the stretching grew so great that she was shaking her head from side to side, she didn't tell him to stop. "Mmgh..! Hhah!"

Lara's pussy was the most wonderful thing Harry had ever felt. Hot walls clenched and rippled around his cock, alternately resisting his push and trying to suck him deeper. Her calves gripped his waist, and then her knees, and then her thighs.

"Whoa," Harry said.

"Wh-Whuh…What..?" Lara managed to ask, fighting just to get her voice out. "What is it..?"

"Your belly…"

Lara winced, then looked down at her own stomach. She gasped. Her abs were pronounced clearly against the fabric of her suit, bulging around Harry's immense girth. She could see exactly how deep he was inside her, and the realisation made her squeal. Her eyes lost focus until Harry pinched her cheeks, making her look at him. "Hhhauh…so good…" she whined.

"You had enough?" Harry asked teasingly. His heart was racing a thousand miles an hour, his head swimming, but somehow he held himself together enough to toy with her. The opportunity was too good to resist. "I can pull out if you really want."

"N-No!" Lara cried, and squeezed her thighs around his hips as a fresh wave of bliss washed over her. "I can…still…take more."

"More, huh?" Harry hooked his arms tightly around her thighs, making sure his grip was good and firm. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

He RAMMED forward, slamming the rest of his cock balls-deep into Lara's sopping cunt. SCHLOP! Pussyjuice squirted from her vulva, dislodged from deep within by Harry's massive thrust. The bulge in her belly shot almost all the way up between her tits, and she hiccupped as her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Harry started to fuck Lara hard and fast, driving his monstercock all the way in and halfway out with each thundering blow. Their superhuman bodies were made for each other – perfectly compatible. No one would ever satisfy them anywhere near as much as each other. And through all this, impossibly, Lara's suit held together. No matter how hard he pummelled Lara's quivering, clenching cunt, his fabric condom refused to rip. Her pussy squeezed around his entire cock without the two ever coming into direct contact. SCHLOP-CLOP-SLAP-SCHLOP! He could feel her womb wrapped around his cockhead. He realised they could do whatever pornstar stuff they wanted to one another: their strong bodies would nullify the danger. Harry's balls swung and jostled, churning in overdrive, preparing a fresh load of jizz for Lara's hungry womb while she clung to his shoulders, her gigantic tits jiggling with every bone-quaking thust.

"Fuck, fuck, fucckgghh!" Lara squealed, her face drenched in tears and drool and sweat. Harry held a hand to her stomach, feeling the bulge rocking up and down, up and down inside her. Lara's mouth hung open, her eyes rolling out of focus as Harry clapped her giant buttcheeks over the edge of the wall. Plap, plap, smack, clap! Each goo-dislodging thrust into her obscenely stretched cunt made her cry out, her eyes tilting further and further back. "Harder, Harry-!"

"Harder?" he puffed. "I don't know if I can go any harder."

Lara grumbled and squirmed where she lay, twitching each time he bottomed out and sent a jolt through her entire body. The ripples went up her thighs, as though her long legs were shock absorbers. Precum spurted out between his plunging fuckrod and her vulva, slopping over the edge of the ledge and pooling on the floor as he wrecked her once-tiny pussy into a gaping, quivering pit. She clenched her teeth, wild-eyed, and thrashed her shoulders back against the ledge as she came around his monstercock, clenching and jerking, lifting herself up on her elbows, squirting around his pummelling cock. Harry was a little concerned for her safety by this point, but there was no way he could stop - not now, when he was so close to realising his deepest, most desperate desire. He SMACKED his hands down on Lara's thighs, then grabbed her hair and yanked her up toward him – mashing lips with her again as she trembled in the wake of her orgasm, hyper-sensitive to his merciless womb-punching.

"Guh! Huhhn! Fuuhuaaack! Cum inside me, Harry – cum, please cum!"

Suddenly Lara's legs clamped vice-tight around him, throttling his waist, pulling him into her. Rooted balls-deep in her clenching pussy, Harry groaned and squeezed her hair while she glared up at him, a challenge and a command. She couldn't wait any longer, and neither could he.

"Nngh!" Harry stopped resisting the pleasure. The floodgate burst, and he washed Lara's womb with an insane outpour of spunk. She trembled in his grasp as he flooded her, both of them panting for precious air, trembling, squirming, gushing. Lara came again with a high-pitched squeak, her tongue flopping from her mouth, shoulderblades arching out. She curled her toes against the back of Harry's legs as though trying to pull him even deeper, but he was already as deep as it was humanly possible to go. He squeezed her squishy asscheeks and grit his teeth against the overwhelming pleasure, watching Lara's belly swell around his thrashing, gurgling load. Her stomach bloated and bloated with his seed until the pressure was simply too great, and the excess exploded out of her cunt around Harry's throbbing, spraying fuckpillar, drenching his balls, his thighs, his feet in hot splooge.

He kept rocking against her long after he'd stopped cumming. His chin on her shoulder, he crooned into Lara's ear as she wheezed and groaned and staring dizzily at the ceiling, her tongue swirling lazily outside her mouth. Harry groped her asscheeks and kissed her neck, relaxing into her like a waterbed, resting his weary body on her cumflated stomach and soft chest. When he turned his face toward hers, she murmured incoherently – and sought his lips with her own. He kissed her. Their tongues swirled and wrestled between their suckling, smooching mouths. Cum oozed down Harry's legs by the bucketful as he made out with Lara, forgetting everything but her. Nothing else mattered.

At last, their lips plopped apart. Lara licked around her mouth and grinned at Harry, who sluggishly pulled out. Her brown eyes flickered down to watch his emerging shaft, delighted by the sight of all those slimy inches sliding out of her twitching, squeezing cunt. "Haa-…nnhf…" She wriggled, anticipating the moment his glans schlorped out of her…

Harry RAMMED back inside, making Lara howl with bliss. Energy seemed to crackle around his body, as he continued to fuck her hard. She threw her arms around him and held on tight, wailing as he hammered her like the devoted lover she was, grunting and gagging as her sweat turned to steam. She even humped upwards against him, mashing hips with Harry, urging him to pound harder, harder!

Harry couldn't hope to last for long - not with all that power surging through him. He moaned and erupted a second time, clogging Lara's womb with even more thick nutslop - until her tummy bloated even further. When he peeled his body off of hers, Lara was gurgling and babbling, her brunette hair standing on end, strands draped over her sweaty forehead. He wrenched all the way out and draped his dick on her swollen belly as cum poured out of her, gallons of gooey nut surging to the floor. Harry spent a few more thick spurts over Lara's thighs, then sat heavily on the ledge.

"So…are we, like, boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

The next morning, Harry awoke to a sharp pain. He grunted and groaned, squirming in bed, but he found he couldn't move. Then he opened his eyes and saw Lara nibbling on his neck, rubbing her nude body against his. Her massive rump swayed behind her, shifting idly from side to side as she nestled with her lover.

"Hey," she murmured, and looked back at the massive tent in the bedsheets. "I think you have morning wood. Wanna jam it in me?"

"More than anything." He shared a kiss with Lara, groped her ass, and then got to work.