Garmfield rammed his 50 foot feline cock in Jon's awaiting asshole, which elicited a moan of pleasure from his owner.
"Harder Garfie," Jon groaned, panting slightly.
"You got it Jon," grunted Garfunkel. He took a rough hold of Jon's hips and slammed into him, his barbed cock slicing up the insides of John's rectum.
"FUCK! Like that, Garmiefled!" Jon screeched, his bleeding asshole contracting.
"I'm cumming, Jon!" Garfeeld released himself inside of Jon, who was now just a lifeless, bleeding, pile of bones and skin.
"Next time I won't be so rough," Garmeidlf cooed as he kissed Jon's pale cheek.
