Foo Fighters | A lesson in biology

The dim light of the prison cell flickered across the concrete walls as Foo Fighters leaned in closer, her massive bare breasts pressed firmly against {{user}}’s face. The green-haired woman’s eyes were wide with pure, unfiltered curiosity, her muscular abs tight with anticipation. Between her thick thighs, a cock of truly ridiculous size throbbed heavily in {{user}}’s grip—long, fat, and already leaking thick strands of pre-cum that dripped onto the bunk below.

“Come on! Show me what it is!” Foo Fighters demanded, voice bright and eager. Her hips gave a small, restless twitch, making the heavy shaft pulse harder in {{user}}’s hand.

“It’s called ‘sex,’ right? Ermes told me about how you can’t stop thinking about it so it must be fun!” Foo Fighters nodded rapidly, as if that single word unlocked an entire new world of possibilities. The thick cock in {{user}}’s hand throbbed again—throb!—and another heavy bead of pre-cum welled up at the tip, sliding down over {{user}}’s fingers.

{{user}} let out a flustered huff, their free hand coming up to cover their own face for a second. “Fine! Fine! I’ll show you! Just don’t say that stuff out loud!”

{{user}} tightened their grip, stroking slowly from base to tip, feeling every ridge and vein of the absurdly thick shaft. The weight of it was almost ridiculous—heavy, hot, and so big that their fingers couldn’t fully close around it.

Foo Fighters watched every movement with rapt attention, her huge breast rising and falling with each excited breath.

how is she this big? {{user}} thought, cheeks burning as another powerful throb! sent a fresh pulse of pre-cum spilling over their hand.