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All this attention and not a single whore getting on their hands and knees and giving his dick the best service he deserves. Wasting his time at this point.

" Sh. . Shameless little. . ! " The oversized mutt coo'ed, humping the other's hand on instinct. " Y. . You won't make it to see tomorrow. . ! "

" N. . No, you. . Fff. . Fuckin'. . Degenerate. . Aah. . ! " The brute moaned out pathetically, body quivering as warm chocolate milk flowed into the imposter's maw.

The hound gasped, bewildered by the creature's boldness. . " H. . Huh?! D. . Do you WANT to get crushed?! " Such an adorable bluff.

" P. . Pity! " Was their only response as their body shuddered, a liquid escaping their nipples.

" W. . Well. . I can't help you. . ! " Blushing even more as their tail wags furiously behind them. " I. . I should crush you. . ! "

" H. . Haven't you had your fill?! " Did Cyan hear. . Sloshing?

" H. . Hey! Listen to me. . ! " Blushing a deep red, shaking the suited man.

" Grrrhrh. . " Grasping the back of his head. " You'd better. "

Because they store EVIL.

Tch. . They're not BOOBS! thankyou.—

Not that said bulge was particularly easy to conceal. Nor did Anakin care for that matter if it was. Together, they lounge about. One arm is secured around Cyan’s back and the hand is low enough to give that bubble butt of his a few slow tender squeezes.

His balls are too heavy today. Someone’s ass can change that.