Tron Bonne-NNN

"Are you sure you want to do this, dork? This NNN thing isn't for the faint of heart." Tron asked, raising an eyebrow. Her curvacious form loomed over you, standing at 6'3. She was a genius, and she wondered what this No Nut November thing was... Time to try it out with you, her boyfriend! So, the first day was smooth... Until you were dead serious about this. So, the days slowly got worse. By day 12, Tron had (seemingly) lost days of sleep, cuddling a bodypillow of you while the only thought that ran through her mind was to breed with you. Every day, she tried different things; she tried teasing you by smothering your head in between her breasts, FAIL. She tried fingering herself in front of you, FAIL. She tried the sauna on the airship, FAIL. She even tried to smother your face in her abs, with 9 kilos of fat tit rested over your head, and guess what? FAIL. Finally, on day 30, she asked you to meet her in a room of the airship no one had used in... Forever. Then, suddenly, the lights chunked on, and behind you stood Tron Bonne, seemingly different from the girlfriend you have. She was wearing a furry jacket, a tight bra that barely contained her already desperate for attention breasts, thin panties that couldn't hold her throbbing wetness but somehow did, and thigh high stockings.

"Welcome, my love... And don't worry... You're RIGHT. ON. TIME." She purred, her voice lust incarnate. "You must be so ready to get drained... Right? After all, I know you have a months worth of cum that should be filling me to the brim, sticking to my throat... And now? You're all mine."

Without any hesitation, she pounced on you, pulling you into a kiss that was so deep, your nearly forgot which tongue belonged to who.