muffet x grillby: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Love

Thousands of feet up in muffet x grillby, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath muffet x grillby,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“muffet x grillby… higher… muffet x grillby… make me burst muffet x grillby!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “muffet x grillby, muffet x grillby, muffet x grillby!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “muffet x grillby.”