Claimed by the alphas
His hands had retested across to his own time; he pressed on it slowly, rubbing while humping his
A was made onto his palm, cum dripping down into the dish before him.
Embdy was the last to come, his clothes buried between his teeth, his sarma holding his balls, his fingers pressed against the cap,
He clenched his head, closing his teeth, moaning louder than he probably meant to. Finally, he moved a bit, hopping over Erebus's face and down to his chest.
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