I slowly guided my member towards his hole, his hole is pink contrasting his tangerine orange body, it invited me and I started slowly, and almost mathematically to feel my way in, to make his body accept me to let me in, when my tip felt its way in I saw his entrance split and let me in. And I started the hunt for his prostate, his pleasure spot. He whimpered with pain in his eyes, he reminded me of a lost puppy, my good
little puppy. He grasped the stained bed sheets and bit down on his lip. “G-greedy!” He said as I had hit his prostate with enough force that he could have came if he wasn't as strong as he was. I should mention he was harder than Ive ever seen from anyone I was amazed at his stalk, it had short hair compared to his long hair of his body, and a cream color. I was familiar to it, I've seen it dozens of time before. I wasn’t shy with
my movements, I started thrusting in and out of him but there wasn’t enough room for my entire member to fit, I’ll have to make room.. I pushed harder in, breaking skin, watching another colored liquid seep out, dark red in color . He yelped with pain but indulged me to continue. Even If My full manhood couldn't fit, it felt like heaven, embracing me with open arm, it's like I could see Jesus.
I forced my manhood in further, only caring
about my own pleasure. I pushed in harder, harder and harder until I was fully slapping skin with him. I was in deeper than i've ever been I was sweating with the pleasure from the
experience, none of my fleshlights have been long enough to pleasure me just this much. I could wet long strands of inerds I think they where his intestines but in that moment I didn't notice. I was just about nearing my climax until I heard a dreadful scream behind the pleasure. I look up to see the Lorax in tears with blood seeping out of his mouth and eyes. I had gone too far, I’d been too selfish. He coughed as I saw his face. I couldn't hold my wet in, my specimen shot up and out his nose. My manhood was in his
throat, choking him. I quickly pulled out to see my pole covered in blood and naturally produced lube. I smirked at the beautiful sight of his person covered in blood. I leaned down and ran my long, wet tongue across him, lapping up all of his innard juices. I felt his sweaty fur in my teeth and in my mouth, he was shedding. His blood tasted like the warmth from a mothers love. Like hot cocoa on a cold winter's day.
