05-26-2017, 07:16 AM
It all came so fast and yet not fast enough. Gil was growling like an animal as he stabbed repeatedly into the warmest and tightest place he had ever remembered. Mitsuo was oozing with a scent of fertility and seduction, and it got him rather lost in it. He howled when he got milked, manage another few staggering thrusts, before finally thrusted in as hard as he could, breaching through something that he wasn't quite aware of with his sex-muddled brain, and deposited his seeds as Mitsuo wished, deep inside the fertile ground where surely another baby, or babies, would grow.