Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-11588669-20140223040721/@comment-11588669-20140301221051

He felt it warring against him. A war he was losing. So Nox let go, closing his eyes. He stilled for a second. And when those midnight orbs reopened, there was a primal fire within. He surged into her, powerful, dominating. His thrusts were deep, hard, and fast. His lips slammed onto hers. Every sensation, from the taste of her on his tongue, to the feel of her breasts on his chest, down to the heat and moisture of her core on his solid length, was magnified. He pushed into her, pouding, the tip nearly entering her womb. He felt that little bundle of nerves everytime his hips hit hers, the pearl grinding on his pelvic bone for barely a second.

His length pulsed, angry, ready for release. He kept thrusting, gaining as much pleasure as he could. But soon, it all overloaded, the inferno erupting beyond anything they'd done previously. Seed shot out, splashing against her inner walls. A primal sound emitted from him. Nox pulled out, and slammed back in, the liquid aiding him as a second jet shot out. Another, and another, for what seemed like days, his climax rage. Finally, it stopped.