Wapun Meadow the nasty words of a hateful song

Donovan feels the other finish and he’s thrown into another bout of ecstasy. His body is vibrating with pleasure and he moans in earnest against the coppery scruff of the males neck. There’s blood now, turning the sunset fur into a darker crimson, not by much though. Guess he couldn’t help himself. The base of his member is swelling and they find themselves locked together for a hot moment. Spinning around to press together rump to rump, he teasingly pulls on the coy every so often until they’re separated.

The moment he’s able to pull away, he’s greedily in the other man again. If the coy allows, Donovan’s eagerly nosing away that tail once more, lapping at the mess they’ve made. He doesn’t care if he’s called disgusting, or whatever have you. He will clean up the coy as if it was the beginning of their sexual encounter rather than the end, with just as much enthusiasm too.

Finally he pulls away, licking his chops like Merrick is the best thing he’s ever tasted. He’s shameless in the acts of pleasure and eyes the coy heatedly.