["Really? I was getting ready for my turn." With a disappointed grunt, he motions another guard to take his place. Taryon's arm is gripped before he can think of swiping at the men around him.
The cock inside him softens, but the man is painfully slow in pulling out. The bulbous head squeezes through his walls so thoroughly that Taryon is certain that it has touched every single nerve inside - and as it slithers past his prostate, he feels a small swelling of warmth inside that is not enough to be worth the ever-present sensation that something horrible is crawling through him.]
Please...
["Oh? Looks like he didn't come. He might need some help there." One of the guards reaches over to grab the red length that is barely leaking.
"Hold up," the first guard interrupts. "What's your idea?"]
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The cock inside him softens, but the man is painfully slow in pulling out. The bulbous head squeezes through his walls so thoroughly that Taryon is certain that it has touched every single nerve inside - and as it slithers past his prostate, he feels a small swelling of warmth inside that is not enough to be worth the ever-present sensation that something horrible is crawling through him.]
Please...
["Oh? Looks like he didn't come. He might need some help there." One of the guards reaches over to grab the red length that is barely leaking.
"Hold up," the first guard interrupts. "What's your idea?"]