HENTAI FUTURAMA LEELA FULL NELSON CARTOON PORN [Futurama]

In the grimy, neon-lit corridors of Omicron Persei 8, Leela’s three eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she pinned Fry to the grimy floor of the Planet Express ship. Her purple hair fanned out around her like a wild halo as she ground her hips against his, her oversized breasts pressing into his chest. “You little Earth worm,” she hissed, her voice a mix of anger and lust. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving bruises as she leaned down, her tongue tracing the outline of his ear. “You think you can just wander into my life and disrupt everything?” Her pussy, slick and dripping, slid up and down his thigh, leaving a trail of glistening wetness. She could feel every ridge of his muscles, every tremor of his body as he struggled beneath her. Her middle eye blinked rapidly, a sign of her growing arousal, as she bit down on his earlobe, hard enough to draw blood. “You’re mine now, Fry,” she growled, her hips moving faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Mine to fuck, mine to break.”

Fry’s hands, trapped above his head, flexed uselessly as Leela’s weight pressed down on him. He could feel her heat, her wetness, her insane tightness as she rode his thigh, her body stretching and conforming to his. Her nipples, hard and pointed, dug into his chest, leaving marks. He could see the glow of her cyborg eye, the sweat dripping down her forehead, the ahegao expression on her face as she took what she wanted. Her pussy lips, swollen and red, spread wide around his thigh, her juices coating his skin. She was a vision of raw, unbridled lust, her body moving with a fluidity that was both hypnotic and terrifying. He could feel his own body responding, his cock hardening, his hips trying to buck up against her. But Leela was in control, her body pinning him down, her eyes wild with desire. She was a force of nature, a storm of lust and anger, and he was helpless to resist. Her pussy clenched around his thigh, her body trembling as she neared her climax, her eyes locked onto his, daring him to look away. “Say it, Fry,” she demanded, her voice a low growl. “Say you’re mine.”