Looking deep into the yellow eyes of the soft beast befor me. I feel his strength wraped around me like a lustful blanket. The grinding of sweet sweat covered dark flesh. The pounding of hearts in rhythm. Flesh on flesh, lust on lust. Hard passions snakeing there way over and around the bodys of rippleing taut skin. The scent of extacy fill the air, as the bodys writh as if trying to become one. The pools of shreded sheets and clothing lay about in a death. The howls and screams of the beast fill the air, shakeing the very existance of reality. Seed fills tight openings and covers soft muscles. The beasts roll into oblivion as the moment hits and nothing, not even death is a matter of fact.
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