Chapter 14: The Ball Inspection
Victor's fist worked his shaft, slow and brutal, each stroke dragging the stitched skin over the hard flesh beneath. Graves felt every inch of it from the inside, her softened body compressed into a living sleeve, the friction of his grip rubbing her from all sides. Her muffled moans vibrated through his cock, and she felt the tremor run through him.
Then his hand stopped.
The grip loosened, and she felt him shift. His fingers slid down the length of his shaft, past her compressed body, and wrapped around the base. He squeezed once. The pressure of his hand closed around her waist, and she gasped into his flesh.
"Graves," Victor said, his voice a low rumble. "I can feel you in my sack."
She could only hum in response. Her body was pressed tight against his balls, the churning wall of them pushing against her soft form. The weight of his beach-ball-sized testicles pressed her against his shaft, and she felt the wet, sloshing movement of his cum through the taut skin.
His hand left his cock. It moved lower, cupping his enormous balls. His stitched fingers spread wide, probing the surface of the sack, tracing the contours beneath. She felt the pressure of his palm against her, the heat of his grip seeping through the skin that separated them.
"There," he murmured. "Your head."
His thumb pressed inward, and she felt it against the curve of her skull. The pressure was gentle but insistent, exploring her shape through the inner wall of his balls. The skin shifted beneath his touch, the cum inside churning with a wet, gurgling sound that filled her ears.
She squirmed, her softened body shifting inside him. The motion made his cock twitch, and Victor let out a low sound, something between surprise and interest.
"Your tits as well," he said. "They press against the seam."
His fingers moved again, tracing the shape of her double-Ds through the taut skin. She felt the pressure of his thumb press against her nipple, the sensation muffled by the layers of flesh but still distinct. A shiver ran through her, and she moaned, the sound swallowed by his cock.
He squeezed gently. The pressure shifted, his balls compressing around her, the cum inside pressing against her on all sides. Her belly, still sloshing with his earlier load, pressed against the inner wall, and she felt his fingers find it.
"Your stomach," Victor said, wonder creeping into his voice. "It is still full."
She tried to respond, but her words were lost. The head of his cock pressed into her throat from the inside, and her jaw was stretched around his shaft, sealed tight against the base. She could only hum and writhe, her body rippling along his length.
Victor's hand cupped the full weight of his balls, his fingers probing the skin as he felt her shape pressed against him. The bag was enormous, heavy with the churning cum that sloshed with every movement. She felt the pressure of his grip shift, his fingers digging in slightly.
His silver pigtails. He could feel them splayed against his stitching, flattened by the pressure of his sack. The coarse texture of her hair pressed against the inner wall, and he traced it with his thumb, curious.
"Look at this," he said, more to himself than to her. "You are inside my balls."
She felt the embarrassment burn through her, a hot blush that spread across her unseen face. But beneath it was a deep, aching arousal. The way his fingers explored her, the way he handled his sack like a curious child examining a new toy. She was part of him now. Part of his body. The thought made her pussy clench, and her whole body rippled around his shaft.
Victor noticed. His grip tightened on his balls, and she felt the pressure squeeze her from all sides. The cum inside shifted, pressing against her belly, her tits, her face. The sensation was overwhelming, a liquid hug that made her squirm.
She couldn't speak. Couldn't move. But she could feel him exploring her, his stitched fingers mapping the shape of her through the inner wall of his sack.