[ it's enough. shiro's body is too well conditioned by now to hold out against such eagerness, especially with the rich, delicious scent of a willing breeder filling his nose. his stallion instincts make him strain forward, jerking against the chains, but in this case it's better that he doesn't have free range of motion to pump his hips. he rears briefly, an aborted mounting attempt that pulls his cock away from that warm, wet mouth for an agonizing second, and lets out a long, harsh groan as his balls tighten and he starts to come, the head of his cock flaring wide as hot seed begins to spurt. soft, rhythmic grunts accompany each pulse and he can only imagine what's happening below his belly, how messy he's making his partner. ]
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