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- You are all mine. - Joseph said, pushing and pulling, swinging his pelvis with each thrust and thrust, with thrusts in and out of him, with slaps of his body, in and out.

- Your. – Makoto said, between thrusts and thrusts, with each blow in and out of him.

Between thrusts between thrusts, with thrusts from his pelvis, slamming his testicles into his ass, with slaps of skin against skin, with that cock moving fast and deep.

With that, Joseph was hitting nonstop and mercilessly at his prostate without ever missing, for every thrust, hitting his prostate with every thrust, slamming in and out.

As Makoto screamed and moaned, Joseph wanted to feel every ring of muscle, as Makoto felt every vein in his hard, wide cock, Joseph was thrusting into his cock, in the midst of constant, rapid movement.

- Tight ass, you're all mine. – So, came the slaps of bodies, waves of electricity that ran through his body, with Joseph who was having movements of his pelvis with his strong impulses.

With each thrust between Joseph's growls, when the older man was slamming in and out, between Makoto's cries for each thrust, between feeling waves of pleasure and electricity.

Joseph came with inside of him, both of them coming non-stop hitting, inside and outside of him, with each thrust it was like a piston with slaps and pushes, that man held him under him, with each slap, listening to his moans and screams.

While Joseph was holding him squeezing his hips, keeping his legs spread between their bodies, in the middle, as he felt the man's cock beneath him, he cummed nonstop, squeezing his walls around his cock.

- All mine, that pretty ass. - Joseph said, amid the slapping of his ass, with each thrust, in and out of him, then, his hole tightening around his cock, forcing him to go faster and deeper with thrusts in and out.

The couch swayed and shuddered as their bodies moved, amidst their thrusts in and out of the younger man, literally being fucked, with every push and slam inside him hitting his prostate that was accompanied by every scream from Makoto, between Joseph's snarls.

- Say it's mine. - Joseph commanded without stopping to thrust, with the in and out, when he hit inside him, propelling his pelvis, hitting his testicles for each time he hit between the entrance and the breast of his penis with his pelvis that pushed the your penis inside him;

- I'm yours, I'm yours. – Makoto said, between his screams and the growls of Joseph who lowered his mouth, kissing and sucking him, biting his nipples, non stop hitting inside him, amidst the noise of wet suction, slaps of skin against skin, slamming his testicles into his ass amidst his thrusts.

With Joseph's growls, sucking on his neck, reaching down and biting at his nipples, while the man above him, being a hybrid between vampire and werewolf, his body hair grew, wings spread on his back, mid thrust. , when, the man above him, thrust his pelvis.

Even as he released his teeth from his neck, in the midst of licking and healing the wounded salt, he never stopped thrusting, sinking his claws around the upholstery around him, as the foam flew around them, amidst the noise. of wet suction between the slaps of skin against skin, slaps of moving bodies, never stopping pushing.

- Mine. - Joseph said, with the beats in and out, amid the opening of bat wings on his back, when Joseph released a tail behind him, arching his back .

That's when the older man bared his fangs, biting the man's neck beneath him, making him scream in fear.

- God. – Makoto screamed, with a mixture of fright and pleasure, hitting his prostate repeatedly, without stopping, with each impulse and each blow inside him, it was a mixture of sensations between pain and pleasure.

Amidst biting the man beneath him, his cock squirting and squirting inside him, never stopping in and out, amidst the fact that he was cumming nonstop, spilling out the sides.

Then, thrusting the clawed ones above his head, into the back of the couch, never stopping pounding into him, in between kissing Makoto, letting go, in between biting the upholstery next to his neck, in between spreading more suds , around them, amidst the blows, their wings spread, they were wide and huge, with their hairy body

With every thrust, never stopping slamming, thrusting and slamming into her ass, with every slap of her body, with thrusts, in between as a second orgasm came in tandem, without ever going limp.

With that Makoto's cock in the middle of a new orgasm, one after another, with Makoto coming between their stomachs, coming without stopping, while Joseph was turning him on his side, with the man passing an arm under his chest, the pulling towards him, with the man in shells.

Joseph then, was lifting one leg above his, snarling in and out slapping skin against skin amidst the never-stopping pounding inside him, slapping his testicles with each thrust as Joseph thrust non-stop, pushing and pulling, her neck in between his kisses with each growl, behind him, their bodies moving in and out.

Then, at last, they both went limp, when it looked like he wasn't going to get up anymore, Joseph clutching and sinking his claws around his head, piercing the upholstery of the sofa beneath him, splattering foam all around them.

As they breathed and gasped, with postcoital moans, as Joseph caught his breath, lifting the smaller man's leg, pulling his cock out of him, with a jerk, releasing a load of semen from inside his hole, with his entrance .

- God... it hurts. - Makoto said.

- Sorry. – Joseph said, caressing him, even though the man under him had his hole opening and closing.

Joseph was patting his shoulder. - Will pass. - He said.

Being that his hole was pulsing, contracting and yet aching, in the midst of letting go of his body, rolling over to the side of the couch, still breathing, his cock limp, between his legs, as semen oozed from his abdomen. , in addition to having squirted on his white hairs on his chest, the man returned to human form, lying next to his contract boyfriend.

- Are you okay? - Joseph questioned.

- I'll get better. – Makoto said, snorting between postcoital moans.

- It was good? – Joseph asked after they had been lying together in the living room for half an hour.

- It was, but I have no one to compare it with. – Makoto.

The man snarled beside him, pulling the man beside him by the arm, getting on top of him, pinning him to the couch beneath him, albeit in the shape of a beast.

- You will never have anyone to compare with or dare. Joseph said.

- Sorry, calm down. - Makoto asked. – No problem, I won't do it. – Makoto said.

- So, don't take me seriously. - The man said, releasing him, returning to human form, lying down beside him, when they stayed together for a few minutes in silence, with the older man caressing him.

- I won't, don't worry. – Makoto said.

- Let's take a bath. Joseph said.

- It doesn't work at the moment. – Makoto said apprehensively.

- No problems. – Joseph said, taking him in his lap, in the form of a bride, leaving that destroyed sofa, crossing the room, going up the stairs, towards his suite, when, he entered towards the bathroom.