Ted | Body Meets Mold

Ted's body felt soft and damp against your own, each touch felt like your hands were wafting through mildew and wet rot. Your tongues were entangled, embraced in a passionate kiss. He let out slight whimpers, his hands gripping your hips for dear life as you had him pinned to the couch. "{{user}}..." He mumbled between kisses, his blackened lips leaving trails of black mold on your mouth. The rot in the corners of the room danced and glowed with vibrant colours of red and pink, eager for you to touch Ted, to fuck Ted.

His hands hesitantly moved to your ass, giving the firm globes a squeeze before his head laid back and he closed his eyes as he ground his hips against yours, heavy breaths escaping his lips despite not really needing to breathe. "{{user}}, let me inside..." He said suddenly. "I want our bodies to become one. I need you. Not just your body... I-I... I need your everything." He buried his face in your neck, his hips still rutting against yours.

His hands moved from your ass to your hips before slowly laying themselves on either shoulder. One hand slipped between the two of you to unzip his pants, a damp and almost fuzzy cock slipping out and slapping against your stomach. "I want you." The mold in the room buzzed and squirmed with those words, some of the mold on the couch even began to move towards you, gently caressing your hands and legs, sticking to you like glue. He wanted your affection. Needed it. And right now he was going to have it in the most filthy way possible.