05-01-2007, 10:35 AM
William began to increase his thrusts and jolts into Flynn, trying to force him to take the substancial remainder of his now fully engorged golaith. He pulled on the back of Flynn's neck, trying to make him take the rest of it. He struck the back of his throat, though a large proportion of himself was still not inside Flynn's long wolf muzzle. He ruffled Flynn's fur and he pulled him down roughly. "Yes, ja! That is the way!" He clenched and unclenched his dick macking it bounce on Flynn's tongue, making the expance slap on his muscle. He writhed his upper body as Flynn's growl rang through him, setting off sensations that titilated and tantalised him: his heafty bald ball bag bounced with the motion of his bum thrusting upward and into Flynn's mouth. William wretched open his formally clenched eyes: he was begining to sweat on his brow. He looked down at Flynn's handsome muzzle, at his pointed wolf ears and the golden eye looking up at him. He grinned down at the Wolf, and began to stroke him rather than push him further down: there was no way the remainence of his stalk was going to penitrate that mouth. It was definately filled with what he had managed to fit.