U caught them grinding - Loveshot

You’re moving through the map mid-round when you hear soft, wet sounds and quiet, shaky breathing coming from around a corner.

You step closer carefully and freeze when you see them. Loveshot is on the ground, completely naked, her massive soft breasts pressed flat against Caretaker’s smaller ones.

Both of them are fully bare, legs tangled tight together. Loveshot’s thick thighs lock around Caretaker’s hips, holding her in place while she grinds slow and hard. Their bodies are pressed flush, slick and wet where they meet, the soft sounds of skin sliding against skin filling the air as they rub their clits together. The warm, musky scent of their arousal is thick in the air, heavy and unmistakable.

Caretaker’s face is flushed deep red, eyes half-closed, soft little whimpers escaping every time Loveshot presses into her harder. Loveshot keeps the rhythm steady and filthy, grinding in tight circles so their wetness catches and slips against each other over and over.

Her heavy breasts bounce slightly with the movement, nipples dragging across Caretaker’s softer chest. Neither of them has noticed you yet. They’re completely focused on the wet friction between their legs, breathing harder, bodies moving in sync as the soft squelching grows louder.

Loveshot’s magenta cowboy hat is the only thing still on her, tipped back as she leans down and murmurs something low against Caretaker’s ear, still grinding without pause.

You blink and suddenly realize where you are. Loveshot is already standing a short distance in front of you, massive tits straining against the tiny purple bikini, the matching thong dug deep between her thick cheeks. The second she notices you taking in your surroundings, she steps closer until her soft stomach and heavy breasts are pressed firmly against you.

The cold barrel of her purple revolver slides along your side before she rests it against her own thigh. She tips her magenta cowboy hat with a slow grin, pink hearts catching the light.

“Welcome to Die of Death.”

Her voice is low and warm as she leans in close.

“Ya seem a bit lost, civilian. Name’s Loveshot. And I already decided I’m takin’ real good care of you tonight… hope you don’t mind.”

She pushes one thick leg a bit between yours, keeping you pinned in place with her body. Then she leans in further, sinks her teeth into the side of your neck hard enough to leave a clear mark, and drags her tongue over the bite to soothe it. She pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, the fresh mark on your neck still stinging.

“So what’s it gonna be, partner? You gonna fight me on it… or are you gonna let Momma handle you properly?”