Winner #14 - Trap x Futa '69 (Patreon)

Coming close to finishing up the year here - two more sketch factory winners to go, and the first is Winner #15 - Cheater's Lament!  That one is damn-well going to have a long-form story, come hell or high water.  If you haven't voted or don't remember if you have, feel free to message us through Patreon with your vote.  If you don't have access to the Dropbox and you're Pony+ and your pledge has gone through, please, send us a message!  And, now - enjoy:

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He was hesitant to reciprocate... letting her do his hair was one thing, but asking him to get all up in her bits was a whole new experience, one that he wasn't sure he was ready for. She argued that it was only fair, as what they'd be doing for each other would be equivalent.

Of course, with her balls weighing down on his face, it was hard to say they were in equivalent positions.

Between saliva, precum that leaked and coated his tongue and throat and was drooling down his face because of gravity, it was a messy affair. On her side, she was giving as good as she got, but with greater experience

and without the help of gravity, she kept everything but her lips and tongue dry.

It was pretty difficult to breathe with a cock down his throat, but he found that on the upstroke he could manage to before she plunged it back down and slammed her balls into his face. Occasionally she lost herself and ground her hips down, and he had to press up on her ass to remind her that he needed to breathe. That only got worse as they both got close to their climax, and she putting out enough precum to paint a wall, so that all he could taste was salt.

He was getting so close... feeling her lips up and down the shaft and her hand twisting around...

Just as he was about to blow, she removed her mouth and he had to hold it. He barely had time to process what she said before she put her lips back and plunged her own down.

"Here it comes!!

<3"

Before he could push up on her rear to warn her that he was almost ready himself, knowing that the "it" referred to a deluge of fresh, hot semen, he felt her cock twitching ominously, and her balls constricted, and knew she'd beaten him to the punch, right as her first thick splurt punched past his tonsils and coated his throat with her hot ejaculate.

This was it. He was about to get a load in his stomach. At least, that's what he thought. Before he felt his own orgasm tip over the event horizon, she began to spray prodigiously. If he thought he had to fire off a big wad, then her's was huge - it was immediately obvious that this was a baby-maker.

His cheeks instantly filled to bursting, and he felt a heavy pressure in his head for a brief moment, before her ejaculate erupted out of his nose with force at the exact moment he felt himself ejaculate - not exactly his proudest moment. In a desperate attempt to breathe, he opened his mouth as wide

as he could, and her cum sprayed out from his mouth like a thick, shaken up sperm soda.

He drank down what he could, chugging her semen while his own fired off into her mouth - she seemed to be having an easier time of it, if only because she wasn't trying to gobble down a gargantuan gunkload.

She pulled it out of his throat and laid her still-hard throbbing member flipped down onto his face, where it dribbled the last white goo of her orgasm onto his forehead.

He hiccuped, his face dumbstruck, his eyes unfocused, his nostrils filled with cum bubbles, remnants of the creamy spray that he'd failed to swallow. He was laying in a growing puddle of her cum, rich semen dribbling out of

his ears and even a single tear of nutgoo running down his cheek. Even if his nose wasn't stuffed full of sperm, he wouldn't be able to smell anything else. During that whole ordeal, he'd definitely cum, and even heard her

swallow it with a gulp - but he'd be burping up what he'd swallowed of hers for hours.