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A day at the Beach #08
🕑 Added 2024-10-18 17:56:15 +0000 UTCThe huge sweaty orc held Jonathan's muscular thighs tightly, spreading them to admire his prize. Jonathan, caught off guard, felt his body lift off the beach towel
Without warning, the orc brought Jonathan's posterior close to his massive face, inhaling deeply. The raspy sound of his breath seemed to resonate in the air, like that of an animal in heat. Jonathan felt the heat of Boruk's breath against his skin and felt shivers all over his body. The scent of his own pheromones seemed to exert a total hold on the orc here. Boruk sniffed every particle of air with a ferocious intensity, almost growling with satisfaction with each breath. Jonathan didn't understand everything that was at play in the biology of Tharians like Boruk, but one thing was for sure: the orc wanted something.
Boruk ran his tongue over his lips before plunging it directly into Jonathan's wide-open ass, as if he were savoring a delicious dish. The first contact was unexpected, hot and wet, a sensation Jonathan had absolutely not prepared for. The orc licked diligently, exploring with his powerful tongue as if it were responding to a primal and irresistible need. Jonathan could not hold back a start, and a moan escaped him in spite of himself. It was both strange and... surprisingly pleasant.
Each stroke of Boruk's tongue was precise, almost devoted. His hot breath caressed the most sensitive areas, while his tongue snaked his interior skillfully, exploring each fold with disconcerting thoroughness. Jonathan, stunned by the intensity of this attention, felt his thoughts become more and more blurred. The world around him began to melt into a haze of sensations. The towel and the sand beneath him, the sound of the waves, the distant song of the seagulls... all of it seemed to fade away, leaving only Boruk and him, locked in this irrevocably intimate moment.
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