a.m.o.s. and gavin stien created by tenaflux
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There was no question just why those toys had been needed with each thrust of the hyena's hips. The creature was pent up from all the forplay and didn't hold back with that feral driving heat. Each thrust would drive in deep making the smaller body bulge a bit to fit that raw mass. Using his own weight to help grind against the thick base feeling it slide just a bit closer to popping fully inside. Gavin would feel the flutter of panic rise, unable to help squirm a bit making those lower muscles clasp around the member to slow it's progress. Only to regain focus long enough to relax and whine out begging for them to spill or finally drive home. There was no answer though, only the continued ruthless pounding against that needy tail end. Any further sounds caught against the tongue driving in deep in the final rush to climax. Suddenly it was just the right angle and pressure to pop that knot inside only to engorge and lock the birdog onto it. It was too much, feeling the hot seed spilling into his depths with his body aching from both pleasure and just how stretched he was. Shuddering as it drove a messy finish of his own, spilling out even as his belly filled out with that thick batter.

Well time to rest and recover after such an intense session - turn to Page 76

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