A Mad Love Match-Up! (Alexia Jackson vs Death Bunny)

Strange...strange new world. In attempting to explain just what this felt like, these were the words Death kept settling on. Aside from her twin-colored hair and flopping pigtails, not one iota of Alexia's face was visible from beneath the Rabbit Reaver's not so lucky foot. Alexia having precisely zero self-restraint and seemed to delight in every second of getting the pasty skin at the bottom of Death's foot mushed into her pathetic face and indulging herself in the odorous whiff's that came along with it. Death's lifeless eyes centered down on the squirming, wretched harlequin beneath her...

...when a burgeoning smirk darkened her face. The muggy warmth of Alexia's breath wafting against her foot started sending shivers up her own damn spine until Death opted to indulge herself this time, and inject her toes directly into the gaping mouth which was clearly yearning for it this entire time. A slobbered make-out taking place with Death's digit's getting suckled upon for an extended time, at least until D.B. figured even someone as deplorable as Alexia needed a merciful intake of precious intake of oxygen every now and then. Death gradually yanking back her foot and situating it squarely atop one of the harlequin's soft breast. "I take it, you're still not satisfied, and you're ready to go for Round 2?"

Such indescribable elation. Alexia's debauched inhibitions having escalated beyond the point of no return. Sinful depravity long since overwhelmed her until she'd practically become a subjugated slave to it. However, pitiful and forlorn though she was, Death couldn't help but realize that there was a blissful peace in relinquishing all semblances of dignity in favor of succumbing to the carnal. Purposefully demeaning yourself and becoming the ground beneath people walk on and engorging yourself on the sins of the flesh. What Death could do to the writhing harlequin who was quite literally worshiping at the feet of the Merchant Of Death. The sheer prospects titillated Death like little else ever had and practically had her shivering in anticipation, and she obviously wasn't the only one who felt the same as the ecstatic harlequin started bridging herself upward so her supple tits were practically kneaded between Death's toes.

Death being in her own personal enraptured trance when Alexia's foot sprang up to an audible smack against her own fulsome breasts, a girlish moan elicited from her pursed lips as it mushed into her malleable flesh. Quivers trembling throughout her from the massaging foot care upon her wriggling tit until opting to take the foot by the ankle and lift it upward, at first inspecting the bare foot inches from her face before willingly mashing her own yearning face into it. The incline of Alexia's foot getting smeared all up, down and around Death's panting visage, the thought of roles being reversed like Alexia proposed suddenly becoming far more enticing as she parted the foot from her crimson colored face. "Promise?..." Death released Alexia's foot and sprawled upon her for a sloppily salacious makeout with the full bloom of their breasts and drenched nethers in grinding contact as the room to the bedroom eerily closed on it's own....

Winner - Alexia Jackson. Due To Having Pinned Death Bunny For A Full Three Seconds After The Dual Orgasm.