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Stegral said:he wants something...
Marc watches as the beast start sniffing his legs. Of course. That's where Tiffany's juices must have trickled down my leg. Sweat beads on his body, and he wonders what, exactly, is the creature smelling. His odor? Or hers? His thought are interrupted as the creature nips at his flesh, sending pain, arousing him further. The muscles at the base of his cock contract at each tiny bite, causing his cock to bob like a toy for a cat. His penis moves underneath the clothing he uses to conceal himself. When she rips it away, he sees that his tool has become a monster, a veined creature thobbing red and purple, oozing clear wet precome from the slit of his round uncirumsized head. The creature briefly pauses at it, sucking and licking the dribbling liquid, never looking directly at him. This would be kinky, if I wasn't going to die.
The creature finally pauses, stradding on top of him. The head of his cock rests against the folds of her swollen, alien pussy. As he begins to move his cock up and down her slit, her mysterious juices begin to coat the underside of his shaft. Engorging with blood, his penis continues to harden under the slick wet feeling of her cunt. What the hell are her juices doing to me? I would fucking kill Simone if this didn't feel so damn good. The blood from his head is forcing itself into his cock, one monster wanting another. He begins to enter his penis into the she-beast, and feels her pussy walls immediately clamping down and gripping on his tool. Marc again grits his teeth, this time in the sheer pleasure that is overwhelming his cock. His back arches, as he begins to pump into her. The floors is cold, the lights sterile, and there is only the sound of sex.
Scribe.
