cyclonus and tailgate

“Ah fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!” I slammed my cock harder into her ass, lubricated by a hefty load of sperm. “Carol…my God.” My cock began to retreat from Carol’s stretched asshole as the last of my cum spewed into her ass. I released her and stepped back as gobs of cum oozed from her asshole and spattered onto the carpeted floor. Holding her skirt out of the way, she retrieved the shirt off the bench, stuck it in her ass crack and sat down. She looked at me sternly.

“Uh…sure…Carol.” At that point I wasn’t thinking much of anything, concentrating as her slippery, soapy hand slid along my shaft and she pulled on the skin on my ball sack. Mrs. B.—Carol—got on her knees and came face-to-face with my throbbing dick, pink from the steamy shower. I thought she was going to blow me, but she had another surprise for me.

Roc and Ingram hurled themselves forward, propelled by a pulse of their wings, and met in midair with two kicks swinging, only for their legs to collide like dueling swords. They dropped down to the ground and again went at it, hurling attacks at each other with rapid speed and ferocious power. Their long legs swung wide, their talons capable of gutting each other like fish. Ingram used a similar fighting style to Roc, relying on kicks imbued with slashing talons, but just as Roc was skilled in the technique, so too was he accustomed to defeating it, having fought countless eagle warriors back home like himself.