M-Slaves to our Instincts
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Each moment passed as his pace increased, but this build up didn’t last nowhere as long as the first. Their bodies where already primed and ready for their delightful climax that had been delayed. His body shook with each thrust, his swelling knot opening her folds impossibly wide, slipping further in with each thrust. Saluce read her body language, gauging her close as his thrusts became more forceful in nature. His breathe became shallower, he would have had beads of sweat running down his form if he hadn’t been a canine, as such his tongue was rolling out of the side of his mouth, deep in heavy pants.

The sensation was rather noticeable, feeling her quivering increasing before muscles started contracting on their own, seeking to milk what he was about to give. It was all the sensation he needed to push him over, another powerful lunge, knotting her and filling her with what she had asked. His snout pointed upwards, howling his song for her.


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