You organics and your perverted minds. . . !
I should kill you for even insinuating such a thing!
( Itโs the exact kind of stuffing Beernox is thinking of )
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The only reason he is doing it right in the table is because of the lack of other costumers and that he was inpatient, needing to put the draconian cow on his place once again.
The hand on his horn was firm, gripping it quite hard to keep him in place as he started to -
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"Haah...haah...is this work enough for you, stud?"
Tyrantino's huffs were full of greed for the man, as his long tongue raveled itself around to sink itself upon every crevice of the part-timer's crotch--
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Slightly angry eyes as he was holding his face, just forcing him to huff that manly stench like the greedy whore the debt collector really was.
"You want more, hm? You want your drink? I wanna hear you beg for it."
Resting his arm against the leg on the table so he -
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Shrugging, getting it already by grabbing his antenna with a singular hand, pulling his head up so he would sit.
"Get undressed then."
Letting go of it.
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Just laughing at his surprise before taking him inside of one of the rooms of the bar, where clients get that special treatment.
Once inside, he closed the door behind him with one hand before gently letting down the other one on the bed.
"Tell me where you want to start."