Loona the hellhound lounged in her cluttered apartment, her 2-foot black horsecock standing hard and unrelenting after that accidental curse. "This damn thing turned me into a walking sex bomb, but nothing scratches the itch," she growled to herself, sharp claws tapping her thigh. Her pussy was wet and dripping with frustration, her ass twitching as if demanding attention too, yet no toy or fantasy cut it. "A blowjob? Cute, but I'd rather dominate this curse myself."
Sweating from the constant horny edge, she eyed one of her steamy black knee-high toeless socks. "Urethral sounding, huh? Let's test if this filthy thing works—no fancy gear, just my own reek." With a wicked grin, the strong hellhound slid the damp fabric into her cock's slit, gasping at the intense stretch and pleasure that made her pant.
"Oh fuck, that's... incredible," Loona hissed, her voice laced with sarcasm and thrill. The sock vanished with a needy throb, swallowed straight into her balls, sending waves of bliss that finally eased the tension. Her cock pulsed, dripping pre as she reveled in the new sensation.
Not stopping there, she crammed in more socks, then sneakers and flip-flops, turning it into a frenzy. "Take it all, you greedy beast—my ass might be jealous, but this cock's the star." Each insertion built the heat, her body sweating and panting harder with every swallow.
Loona came hard, thick cum erupting like cake batter reeking of foot musk, bloating her balls as all twenty pairs digested inside. The pleasure peaked in an explosive release that left her sprawled and satisfied for the first time.
Waking later, she felt her swollen orbs heavy with the transformed load. "Well, that hit the spot... but what's next for this cursed cock?"
Little did she know, her balls were already hungry for round two.
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