Thinning The Competition

Basker grimaced at his rivals "pet name" for him, but was far too distracted by said rival to care. His body shivered as Saiga's tongue playfully wormed its way up the length of the hellhound's shaft, all the while he watched Saiga's hips sway side to side, his cheeks slapping against one of the losers who struggled to stay afloat within the sea of ass he was currently drowning in.

Saiga continued to tease his rival, his tongue savoring the taste of Basker's cock while simultaneously pushing the other loser back into place as they tried to scurry their way off of Basker's tip. There was no doubt the tiny knew what was coming next, yet they were powerless to stop Saiga's tongue from rolling over them and rubbing their useless body into Basker's cockhole, eliciting another shudder and moan from the hellhound.

Saiga's mouth opened wide, a wave of hot air washing over the tiny beneath him as they shouted a mix of profanities and pleas, all of which were far too quiet for either of the giants to hear. That or they simply didn't care. All the tiny could do was watch as their world grew dark as Saiga's hungry maw invited in its guests.

Basker's hips bucked upward as Saiga's lips inched down his shaft, the hellhound gripping the sheets as Saiga's lips met Basker's hips with a kiss. Slowly sliding back up, Saiga's head began to bob up and down Basker's cock, the hellhound gripping either side of Saiga's head to guide him.

Saiga's mouth quickly became a living hell for the loser. The air was a sweltering sea of humidity, all while the wet, sloshing sounds of Saiga's throat taking in its prize made it clear just how much danger the tiny was in if they couldn't somehow find a way out of here. Worse yet, their speed was quickly ramping up, causing the loser to slam repeatedly into the back of Saiga's throat as the slick combination of saliva and precum threatened to slide the tiny right off.

Outside was no better, however, as any progress the other loser had made out of Saiga's butt was quickly undone by his bobbing up and down. As his head moved one way, his ass moved the other, as the rhythm of these giant's sex consumed their every move. The tiny's vision was a blur of watching the facefucking from afar and being enveloped by asscheeks as the world grew darker and darker, sweat between Saiga's asscheeks causing the loser to slip once more into the endless abyss that was Saiga's enormous behind.

All the while, the two fighters' minds had gone blank, their thoughts nothing more than a sea of carnal desires as they inched closer and closer to orgasm. One of Saiga's hands stroked himself while Basker fucked his mouth in a feral flurry as his orgasm was imminent. His moans echoed throughout the room, before his hands shoved Saiga's mouth down to the base of his cock as his legs wrapped around the fighter's head.

As a final moan erupted from Basker's mouth, so too did a eruption of the hellhound's cum coat the back of Saiga's throat. The fighter gladly gulped down his companion's seed, swallowing every drop as glob after glob endlessly flowed from Basker's cock, Saiga taking pleasure in feeling that loser slide his way helplessly down his throat, pathetically washed away by the hellhound's release.

Now all that was left was to deal with the other one...