Her legs are over your shoulders. Her breasts pushed out, threatening to smother you as you slam yourself into her mountainous ass and thighs. A whiff of sickly sweet vanilla emanate from her pierced nipples, a promise of honeyed milk, overwhelming the musky smell of sweat and crotch juices.
Amidst the laboured gasps of air Zsara lets out, you can make out a small, mocking laugh. You have been performing above and beyond expectations. Many mon'keigh are enthusiastic, but they rut like animals. She is impressed with your control and finesse.
One final thrust, and you let yourself melt into her. The sensation is numbing. No, not just from the ropes of seed shooting out of you into her alien folds. No, it is the sense of clawed fingers, digging deep into the crevices of your soul...
Something is very wrong...
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SexualYeti
2025-05-30 21:43:39 +0000 UTCThe Great Archivist
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