Artist: Plebbles

>You wake to find yourself bound to a chair
>The room is dark and unfamiliar, air filled with a musky odour
>Approaching footsteps make you lift your head

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>Despite her command, your mouth stays sealed
>Who the hell is this futa? A stalker?
>You're fairly certain you've never seen her before
>As much as you'd like to ask, you fear having that filthy cock shoved in your mouth
>Growing impatient, she rams the tip against your lips
>Hot, sticky sludge runs down your chin
>The smell makes your eyes water
>"What's wrong?" she sounded earnest "Oh, I see… You like the smell that much? Well how about this"
>Slowly she pulls back her foreskin
>The peeling of skin from glans audible, and the exposed stench is unbearable
>How long had that slime been fermenting?
>Unable to breathe, you feel light-headed
>Who knows what would happen if you passed out
>Yet the stink is too much
>Having no other option, you gasp
>Air fills you lungs for a split second before her cock is thrust into the back of your throat
>It tastes as bad as it smells
>You might have thrown up had she not forced her cock deeper
>At your involuntary spasms, she whines with delight
>"I always knew you'd love my cock~"
>With trembling hands cupping the back of you head, she fucks your face
>Her belly glistens with sweat as it moves back and forth
>Her balls thump against your chest
>Maybe it was a futile attempt to breath or maybe you knew the only way to save yourself was for her to finish
>Regardless, you begin sucking her cock
>Lips dragging along her shaft, tongue stroking the underside, throat drawing her in
>At last she buckles, hunching over you as she climaxes
>Her load is so thick you feel it course through her cock all the way to your stomach
>She squeals like a pig
>And despite your best efforts, darkness consumes you

>You're almost surprised to wake again
>The futa isn't anywhere to be seen
>Then

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>You're in a timeloop