Max has been fucking Rachael for close to twenty minutes now, their bodies so intertwined in their passionate lovemaking that they don't even notice that anything is wrong.
"Oh god, Yes, Yes, Yes." she squeals. "Fuck me harder Max.... I'm almost there... so close...."
"That Virgin cooch of yours is squeezing me so tight.. it's amazing... I'm gonna blow my load in you." grunted Max as a baby Swampsack glomped over his head and stretched over his shoulders.
"What the fuck" shouted Rachael, before she too had her head consumed by a starving beast.
As the monster lifted him, his engorged cock slid out of her, still slick with her pussy juices. Her legs kicked, fruitlessly trying to pull him back inside so she could finish. Neither of them would be cumming today, or ever again. Children will never pass through her hips as she had hoped, instead the only thing to go through them now would be the flesh tubes of hot acid that would digest the pretty folds of her genitals and suck her out. She squeals like a piglet with its throat cut as she tries to pull the creature from her face, but the creature tightens around her like a clammy vice.
"Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!!" she begs, as she wetly begins to piss over the bed-sheets