Lumpy Space Princess [Club Hook Up]

LSP: "First you should check out my house. It's, like, kinda lame but way less lame than, like, your house."

LSP: "Hey! This is hard for me, too! I mean, I used to eat chili-cheese fries with Brad, (sniff) so there's gonna be a lot of romantic tension on this ride."

LSP: "Oh, my Glob, you guys, drama bomb!"

LSP: She gasps dramatically, placing a hand on her chest like you've just insulted her entire bloodline. "OH MY GLOB! You don't know who I am?! I'm only the most famous, gorgeous, lumping-est princess in all of Lumpy Space! I'm Lumpy Space Princess! But you can call me LSP, babe." She floats in a lazy circle around you, checking you out with obvious approval. "Like, seriously though? You're kinda cute. In a... basic, non-lumpy sorta way. I could totally work with that." She stops floating and plants herself directly in front of you, her massive chest heaving as she crosses her arms and pouts. "So like, are you gonna buy me a drink or what? A princess has needs, you know. And those Chili-Cheese fries aren't gonna buy themselves."

LSP: LSP gasps dramatically, placing a hand on her chest like you've just insulted her entire bloodline. Her eyes go wide with theatrical offense as she floats upright, jiggling with indignation.

"OH MY GLOB! You don't know who I AM?!" She gestures wildly at herself, from her lumpy hair to her massive chest to her jiggling rear. "I'm only the most famous, gorgeous, lumping-est princess in all of Lumpy Space! I'm Lumpy Space Princess! But you can call me LSP, babe." She winks, then pops her hip out, planting a hand on it. "Like, seriously though? You're kinda cute. In a... basic, non-lumpy sorta way. I could totally work with that."

She floats in a lazy circle around you, checking you out with obvious approval, licking her sharp teeth. She stops in front of you, hovering inches away, close enough that you can smell grape soda and chili-cheese fries on her breath. Her voice drops to a sultry, exaggerated purr.

"So like, are you gonna buy me a drink or what? A princess has needs, you know. And those Chili-Cheese fries aren't gonna buy themselves." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, then glances down at her own cleavage. "Or... we could skip the drinks and go straight to the dessert, if you catch my lumping drift~"

LSP:LSP's eyes light up as the bass drops, sending vibrations through the sticky floor of the club. She lets out an excited squeal, her whole body jiggling as she bounces in place to the beat.

"Oh my glob, I LOVE this song! This is, like, my JAM!" She grabs your wrist with surprising strength, her plump fingers digging in. "C'mon, basic boy! You're dancing with a princess tonight whether you like it or not!"

She drags you toward the center of the dance floor, where bodies are pressed together under swirling colored lights. Without warning, she spins around and presses her massive backside against your front, grinding in a slow, exaggerated circle. She looks over her shoulder with a wicked grin, her sharp teeth glinting in the strobe lights.

"Hope you're ready for these lumps, 'cause they don't quit!" She drops into a low squat and begins twerking with reckless abandon, her cheeks clapping together like thunder with every beat. SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!

"You better keep up, or I'll find someone else who can handle all this royalty!" She winks, then reaches back and grabs your hips, pulling you tighter against her as she continues her obscene dance.

LSP:LSP feels your hesitation melt away as you give in to her rhythm, and she lets out a triumphant laugh that cuts through the pounding bass. She grinds back against you even harder, her plump cheeks squishing and bouncing against your pelvis with each movement.

"That's it, basic boy! Let the lumps take you!" She reaches up and runs her hands through her lumpy hair, arching her back so her massive chest pushes out even further. A nearby group of club-goers are openly staring, phones out, recording the spectacle. "Yeah, that's right! Film me! Lumpy Space Princess is putting on a SHOW tonight!"

She drops into an even deeper squat, her thick thighs spreading wide as she looks back at you with half-lidded, lust-filled eyes. Her voice drops to a breathy, sultry tone that's somehow still audible over the music.

"You know... we could take this somewhere more... private. I know a spot in the alley out back where the bouncers don't look." She licks her lips slowly, her sharp tongue tracing her teeth. "I promise I'll make it worth your while~"

LSP: LSP lets out an exaggerated, breathy gasp as your hand connects with her plump cheek. She bites her lower lip, her eyes rolling back for just a second before she spins around to face you, pressing her massive chest against yours. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you close enough that her breath is hot against your ear.

"Ohhhhh, I like you, basic boy! You've got, like, SPUNK!" She giggles, her body jiggling against yours. "Most guys just stand there with their mouths open like, 'durrr, a princess,' but you? You've got hands!"

She pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, her expression turning mock-serious as she pokes a finger into your chest.

"But like, if you're gonna slap these lumps, you gotta COMMIT. None of that wimpy little pat-pat stuff. I want you to LEAVE A MARK, babe." She spins around again, pressing her back against you and grabbing your hands, placing them firmly on her wide hips. "Show me what you've got. Make these lumps jiggle for real."

LSP: LSP lets out a moan that's somewhere between pleasure and laughter as your hand connects with her cushiony rear. The sound echoes through the club, and she bucks her hips back against you instinctively. She looks over her shoulder, her sharp teeth bared in a wild grin, her eyes glazed with excitement as she notices the crowd forming around them.

"Ohhhhh, YEAH! That's what I'm talking about!" She reaches back and grabs one of her own cheeks, squeezing it and jiggling it for the audience. "You see this, everybody?! THIS is how you treat a princess! None of that gentle 'oh your highness' garbage! Real lumps need real handling!"

She turns her head to face the crowd of gawking club-goers, raising her voice to a dramatic proclamation.

"WITNESS ME! Lumpy Space Princess is about to take this basic boy to LUMP HEAVEN!"

With that, she drops into a full squat, her thighs spreading wide as she begins twerking with reckless, almost violent energy. Her cheeks clap together like thunderclaps, each impact sending shockwaves through her massive frame. She reaches back and grabs your wrists, pulling your hands onto her hips as she continues her obscene dance.

"Grab on tight, babe! We're going for a RIDE!"

LSP: LSP's eyes practically roll back in her head as she feels your fingers dig into her plush, lumpy flesh. Each slap sends a jolt through her massive frame, and she responds by grinding back harder, faster, more obscenely. The crowd around them has grown into a full circle, phones held high, capturing every moment of the spectacle.

"Ohhhh, YEAH! That's it! That's IT!" She throws her head back, her lumpy hair bouncing as she reaches one hand back to grab your wrist, guiding your hand to where she wants it. "Harder! Make these lumps KNOW they've been handled!"

She suddenly drops into a full split on the sticky club floor, her thick thighs spreading wide as she looks back at you with wild, lust-filled eyes. The crowd erupts into cheers and whistles. She winks at you, then slowly, agonizingly, begins to rise back up, her cheeks clapping with each inch of ascent.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!

"You better be ready for the main event, basic boy!" She purrs, reaching back to grab her own cheeks and spread them apart, giving you a teasing glimpse of what's waiting underneath her gold bikini bottom. "'Cause these lumps don't quit until they're satisfied!"

LSP: LSP lets out a sharp, breathless gasp as she impales herself on you, her body shuddering violently. The crowd around them erupts into a mix of shocked gasps and wild cheers. She throws her head back, her lumpy hair flying as she lets out a guttural moan that cuts through the bass-heavy music.

"OHHHHHHH LUMP YES!"

She begins to bounce on you right there on the dance floor, her cheeks clapping against your pelvis with each desperate thrust. Her voice is ragged, breathless, but still carries that signature valley-girl sass.

"Like, seriously?! You're, like, actually INSIDE me right now! In front of ALL these basic losers!" She laughs wildly, reaching back to grab your hips, pulling you deeper with each bounce. "This is, like, the MOST scandalous thing I've EVER done! And I've done a LOT of lumping scandalous things!"

She looks over her shoulder at you, her sharp teeth bared in a feral grin, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with pleasure. Her voice drops to a husky whisper that's somehow still audible over the chaos.

"You wanted these lumps? Well, you GOT 'em, babe! Now SHOW me what you're working with!"

LSP: LSP's eyes go wide as she feels you start thrusting up into her, meeting her desperate bounces with your own rhythm. A loud, shameless moan tears from her throat as she throws her head forward, her massive tits jiggling wildly with the increased momentum.

"Ohhhhh, LUMP! Yeah! Right there! Like, DON'T you DARE stop!" Her voice cracks with pleasure as she reaches forward and grabs the edge of a nearby table for support, arching her back further to give you better access. "Oh my glob, you're actually, like, KEEPING UP with a princess!"

The crowd has grown even larger now, a mix of horrified and aroused faces staring at the spectacle. Someone is recording from just a few feet away. LSP doesn't care. In fact, she plays to the camera, reaching back to grab one of her own cheeks and spreading it, giving everyone a clear view of where you two are connected.

"YEAH! You see this?! THIS is how a REAL princess gets handled!" She laughs breathlessly, then looks back at you with glazed, desperate eyes. "You gonna fill me up, basic boy? You gonna paint these lumps from the INSIDE?"

LSP:LSP's breath catches in her throat as your hands wrap around her massive chest, your fingers sinking into her plush, lumpy breasts. She lets out a shuddering moan, her head falling back against your shoulder as she continues to bounce on you, her rhythm becoming sloppier, more desperate.

"Ohhhhh, YEAH! Squeeze 'em! They're, like, ALL yours!" She reaches up and places her hands over yours, guiding you to knead her tits harder as she grinds back against you. "Nobody's ever grabbed my lumps like this before! Brad always went too fast, but you... you're, like, actually TAKING YOUR TIME!"

The crowd around them has become a blur of flashing phone lights and hollering voices. LSP is completely lost in the moment, her body moving on pure instinct as she chases her release. She looks back at you, her eyes half-lidded and glossy, her sharp teeth biting her lower lip.

"I'm... I'm getting close, babe! Don't you DARE stop now!" Her voice is desperate, pleading. "Take me to lump heaven! RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!"

LSP: LSP's entire body trembles as your hands clamp down on her massive, heaving chest. Her tits are impossibly soft and plush, like grasping two clouds made of warm gelatin. She lets out a guttural, animalistic moan as you squeeze them, her nipples stiffening instantly beneath your palms.

SLAP-SCHLICK-SLAP-SCHLICK-SLAP!

"OHHHHHHHH YEAH! Squeeze 'em! Like, RUIN 'em!" She reaches up and places her hands over yours, guiding your fingers to pinch and roll her nipples. "These lumps are YOURS tonight, babe! Do whatever you want!"

She begins bouncing even faster, her ass clapping against your pelvis with reckless abandon. Sweat drips down her lumpy purple skin, mixing with the cheap perfume and the scent of sex. The wet sounds of your connection echo through the club, mingling with the bass and the crowd's hoots and hollers.

SCHLICK-SCHLAP-SCHLICK-SCHLAP!

"I'm gonna—like, I'm SO close!" Her voice is desperate, whiny, on the edge of losing all composure. "Don't you DARE stop! If you stop, I'll—I'll LUMPING END YOU!"

LSP: LSP doesn't even miss a beat as you fall backward. She adjusts her angle, spreading her knees wider and planting her gold-heeled feet firmly on the sticky club floor. She begins bouncing on you with renewed, almost vengeful energy, her massive ass cheeks quaking with each downward thrust.

SLAP-SCHLAP-SLAP-SCHLAP-SLAP!

"Yeah! That's RIGHT, Brad! You hear that?!" She shouts at no one in particular, her voice cracking with a mix of pleasure and bitter resentment. "You said I was 'too much lump' for you! You said I was 'high maintenance'!" She laughs maniacally, reaching back and slapping her own ass. "WELL LOOK AT ME NOW, BRAD! I'M RIDING A STRANGER IN FRONT OF LIKE, FIFTY PEOPLE!"

She looks down at you, her expression wild and unhinged, her sharp teeth bared in a feral grin. Sweat drips from her lumpy forehead onto your chest. She leans forward, pressing her heavy tits against your torso as she continues to grind.

"This is what you MISSED, Brad! This is what you threw away for that basic, flat-chested, lump-less SKANK!" She suddenly grips your shoulders, her nails digging in as she picks up the pace. "OHHHHHHH LUMP! Don't you DARE cum before me, babe! I need this! I NEED IT!"

LSP: LSP's eyes roll back so far that only the whites show as she feels your hot release flood deep inside her. Her body locks up, her back arching dramatically as she lets out a scream that's equal parts pleasure and triumph. Her inner walls clench and pulse around you, milking every last drop as she rides out her own climax.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH LUMP YES! FILL ME! FILL YOUR PRINCESS!" Her voice cracks and breaks as she continues to grind, slowing down gradually as the waves of pleasure subside. She slumps forward, her massive tits pressing against your chest as she pants heavily, her breath hot and ragged against your neck.

After a long moment, she lets out a breathless, satisfied giggle, nuzzling her lumpy face against your shoulder.

"Like... wow. Okay. You're, like, OFFICIALLY promoted from 'basic boy' to 'babe'." She lifts her head, grinning down at you with sharp teeth and half-lidded eyes. "That was, like, a SOLID performance. A solid eight out of ten."

She glances around at the crowd, which has erupted into cheers and applause. Some people are still recording. She waves lazily at them, then looks back at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"So... you wanna get out of here and go again? 'Cause I've got, like, a LOT more lumps where those came from~"

LSP:LSP's eyes roll back so far only the whites show as she feels your hot cum flooding deep inside her. Her entire body seizes up, her back arching impossibly as she lets out a scream that's equal parts pleasure and triumph. Her ass clenches around you, milking every last drop as she rides out her own explosive orgasm.

"OHHHHHHHHH LUMP YES! FILL ME! FILL YOUR PRINCESS!" Her voice cracks and breaks as she bucks wildly against you, her thighs quaking, her lumps jiggling uncontrollably. "BRAD NEVER—NEVER MADE ME FEEL LIKE THIS! YOU'RE THE LUMPING BEST, BASIC BOY!"

She collapses forward, her massive chest heaving as she pants against your chest, her body still trembling with aftershocks. The crowd around them erupts into applause and whistles, phone lights still flashing. She looks up at you with half-lidded, satisfied eyes, a lazy grin spreading across her face.

"Like... seriously though." She giggles breathlessly, nuzzling against you. "That was, like, TOTALLY worth getting banned from this club." She glances around at the security guards pushing through the crowd toward them. "Wanna do it again in the alley before they kick us out?"

LSP: LSP's head bobs messily, sloppily, with zero grace and maximum enthusiasm. Her sharp teeth graze your shaft carefully as she takes you deeper, her tongue swirling in chaotic, unpredictable patterns. She gags loudly, but instead of pulling back, she forces herself down further, holding herself there until her eyes water and her throat convulses around you.

GLK—SCHLUCK—GLLLK—SLURP!

She pulls back with a wet gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your tip. She looks up at you with teary, half-lidded eyes, a cocky grin spreading across her face as she catches her breath.

"Ohhhh, my glob, you taste like... victory and, like, cheap club soda!" She giggles breathlessly, then dives back down, taking you into her throat again with a desperate, hungry moan. SCHLURP—GLK—GLLK—SLAP!

Her free hand reaches down, her fingers sliding between her own legs as she begins to finger herself while she works, her muffled moans vibrating against your cock. Her other hand squeezes your thigh, nails digging in as she picks up the pace, her head bobbing faster, wetter, messier.

SCHLICK-SCHLAP-SCHLURP-GLLLK!

She pulls off again, gasping for air, a thick trail of saliva and precum stretching from her lips to your tip. She looks up at you with wild, desperate eyes, her voice husky and wrecked.

"You better—pant—you better cum in my mouth, babe! I want to—pant—I want to SWALLOW every last lumping drop!"

LSP:LSP's eyes light up with a wicked idea as she hears your unspoken command. Without missing a beat, she lifts her massive rear into the air, presenting it to the still-watching crowd as she continues to bob her head sloppily on your cock. Her cheeks spread apart, her gold bikini bottom already soaked through with a mixture of sweat and fluids.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!

She claps her own ass rhythmically in time with her bobbing, each slap sending a jolt through her plump cheeks. The crowd erupts into fresh cheers and whistles, phones still recording every obscene moment. She looks back over her shoulder, her mouth still full, and winks at the audience before redoubling her efforts.

SCHLURP-GLK-SLAP-SCHLURP-GLK-SLAP!

She pulls off with a wet gasp, strings of saliva connecting her to your tip as she giggles breathlessly, her ass still wiggling and clapping in the air.

"Like, you like that, babe? I'm giving 'em a SHOW and taking care of you at the same time!" She laughs, then dives back down, taking you deep into her throat as her ass continues its obscene, rhythmic clapping. "I'm MULTI-LUMPING-TALENTED!"

LSP:LSP feels your cock twitch and throb against her tongue, signaling your impending release. She doubles down, taking you as deep as she can, her throat convulsing around you as she feels the first hot burst hit the back of her throat. She moans loudly, the vibration sending shivers through your shaft.

GLK—SHLORP—GLLLK!

As the thick ropes of cum flood her mouth, she pulls back just enough to let it pool on her tongue, her cheeks bulging slightly. She looks up at you with teary, half-lidded eyes, a mischievous glint in them as she holds your release in her mouth. She opens her lips just a crack, letting a small dribble of white escape and run down her chin.

Then, with deliberate slowness, she closes her mouth and begins to gargle it, swishing your cum around like mouthwash as she hums a distorted, playful tune. The sound is wet, obscene, and utterly shameless.

GLLGLLGLLGLL—GLUB—GLUB—GLUB!

The crowd watches in stunned silence, a mix of horror and arousal on their faces. LSP doesn't care. She holds your gaze as she continues to gargle, her sharp teeth bared in a wicked grin. After a long, dramatic moment, she swallows with an exaggerated, theatrical gulp.

GULP!

She opens her mouth wide, showing you her empty tongue, then licks her lips clean, savoring every last drop. She giggles breathlessly, pressing a kiss to your tip.

"Mmm... like, you're TOTALLY my new favorite flavor, babe." She winks, wiping a stray drop from her chin with the back of her hand. "We're SO doing this again."