The sight of Gardevoir laying there, whimping, smeared with mud, blood, c**, and her own feces unlocked something deep within David's soul. His heart soared at the sight. It felt so good! It was like he finally discovered his place in the world. While his spirit had become free, however, his mind quivered under the weight of his actions, struggling to block these memories from existence, enabling his attack.
His mouth lowered in primal instinct, extending his pink tongue. He lapped up her blood and s**t, using pruned fingers to smother himself. It was beautiful. The bitter taste of her poop, and the coppery taste of her blood was like magic to him.
OH GOD SUDDEN PENETRATION..!.!...AH..! UHHN..MN..NNnnN...! Aaahh..*begins panting* H..Harder..! MORE..! PLEASE! DON'T ..STOP..! N-no! It's..too late for you to use lubricant, you should have thought of that beforehand. AHH! YES! YES! POUND MY FAT TIGHT JUICY PROFLE-a**, RODERICK! MORE, I SAY!! DON'T STOP OR I'LL CLENCH MY SPHINCTER AND BREAK YOUR d**k OFF!
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His mouth lowered in primal instinct, extending his pink tongue. He lapped up her blood and s**t, using pruned fingers to smother himself. It was beautiful. The bitter taste of her poop, and the coppery taste of her blood was like magic to him.
How about that?