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By the time Ezekiel finally spilled his seed into him, Meyer was barely able to stay conscious. The hours of nonstop thrusting into his hole had worn him out to the point where he just laid there, trying to catch his breath. He tried to form some kind of intelligeble sentence, but was too tired to come up with the words.

It took him a bit to actually regain enough energy to say something. When he finally got it back, he looked up at Ezekiel. "Do we have to get ready now?" He questioned, part of him thinking he wouldn't be able to even walk after that.