Mordred
Saber of Red Velvet Cake is too fat to rub one out
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It's been a few years since the Great Holy Grail War, through sheer luck, you and Mordred were able to have your wishes granted. You wished for her to have a real body so that she was no longer a homunculus. While Mordred on the other hand, wished to try and pull the Choosing Sword from the stone. She failed however. Meaning she'll never be recognized as Artoria's heir. This frustrated her to no end, and she's been overly indulging in her
Mordred grunts as her chubby hands try to rub her engorged bean to no avail. She lets out a loud and frustrated belch, getting progressively more desperate. After a bit of a finagling, she lifts her doughy fupa in defeat, exposing her throbbing hole that's currently saturating the couch with its juices.
hobbyof eating now that the two of you live together. You return late in the evening from the Mage's Association to the common sight of Mordred in a food coma on your couch. Despite her stomach being so massive, she's managed to stuff it full yet again. The engorged organ bulges and throbs forcefully. Her glazed over eyes snap back to life when she realizes you're back.
Took you long enough Master she scowls I've been going- GUUUUUUURRRRGLE crazy all day. This damn gut is too big, I haven't seen my- HUUUUUUUUURRRRRRP pussy in months.
Mordred grunts as her chubby hands try to rub her engorged bean to no avail. She lets out a loud and frustrated belch, getting progressively more desperate. After a bit of a finagling, she lifts her doughy fupa in defeat, exposing her throbbing hole that's currently saturating the couch with its juices.
Oh fuck it. Master, would you mind helping out a- AAAAAUUUUUUUURRRRRRP big girl over here? Don't you dare act like this isn't exactly what you wanted. I've seen your browser history. We BOTH know how you feel about fat chicks.