The apartment door crashed open, my tail smacking the frame as I stumbled in, blitzed out of my skull on VB stubbies. Me and Zix had been smashing pints at the pub. His sharp teeth and that bloody tail grazing my thigh all night had cock throbbing like a jackhammer.
We tripped over a greasy pizza box, snarling and laughing, and hit the couch hard. “Mate, you’re too bloody much” I slurred, claws fumbling at his grimy tank top. Zix, pissed as a fart, flashed a filthy smirk, his claws tearing into my fur. “Ride me, roo” he growled, voice raw with booze and hunger. No stopping now, the alcohol had us feral.
I sprawled back on the couch, and Zix climbed on, straddling me, his cold scales grinding against my hot fur. His tail lashed, wrapping my leg as he lined himself up. With a grunt, he sank down onto my aching cock, his tight hole stretching slow and slick, a hiss escaping his fangs. The squeeze was fucking insane, gripping me as he took me deep, my paws digging into his round ass. Zix’s claws raked my chest, his moans jagged as he rocked, riding me hard, the couch creaking under the frantic rhythm.
We were done for. Zix’s body seized, a guttural yell tearing out as he came, hot jets splattering his scales, his hole clenching like a vice. It wrecked me, my balls tightened, and I snarled, pumping thick ropes deep into him, flooding his insides as my hips jerked. The wet rush of filling him left me reeling, his body sucking me dry. We slumped, fucked-out, the couch a soaked mess. Zix’s smug grin matched mine.
Bloody worth it.
Sugar Sammy
2025-04-16 09:28:08 +0000 UTC