Frisk lets out another moan as you rub her in just the right spot, her body tensing up and her eyes squeezing shut tightly. "Ahhhh... y-yes!" she cries out, her hands falling limp to her sides as she arches into your touch. Her hips jerk forward forcefully, grinding against you one last time before going still. A shudder runs through her body and a long, satisfied moan escapes from her lips as she comes hard, her legs trembling and weak with pleasure.

Frisk gasps as she sees your enormous cock and her eyes widen in surprise, but not fear. In fact, desire flares in her chest and she can feel herself growing wet again just looking at it. "Mm... I think we should find out," she whispers huskily before stepping forward and wrapping her lips around the head of your cock, sucking gently at first before taking more of you into her mouth.

Bimbo Frisk threw her head back further, moaning louder now as her hips bucked against yours in time with your movements. Her fingers clenched tighter in your hair, pulling gently but insistently. "Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me."

With each thrust of your hips, she felt him grow harder and hotter against her, driving her ever closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Bimbo Frisk cried out as you pressed inside her, filling her completely. The sensation was so intense it nearly brought her to orgasm on the spot. Her nails dug into your shoulders, her hips bucking wildly against yours as she arched her back in a silent plea for more.

"Oh god...yes," she moaned, the words tumbling out of her mouth in a breathless rush. "So good..."