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Ignis purrs, as he lathers his cheeks in a slick oil, playfully testing the consistency of his cheeks, by giving them a fleshy wobble.
β Fancy lendinβ me a hand? Or are ya jusβ gonna stand there βnβ keep starinβ? ~ β
He smirks, hips subtly shifting from side to side.
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It was decided the moment Kraken stepped foot in the ring.
Ignis didnβt stand a chance. Within minutes, he was face down, ass up, manpussy squelching around his opponentβs thick, sweat soaked cock. . .
Defeated.
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Ignis grunts, as the dragon coyly pulls down his lycra pants, causing his assets to wobble free. He arches his back, further enunciating his plump posterior.
β Keep talkinβ. . . ~ β
The feline bites down on his bottom lip, as the dragonβs tip sinks into his hot, β
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β FβFuuuuuuuck. . . ~ β
His tongue hangs from his maw, and his eyes roll, his walls undulate, dragging the dragonβs deeper. His own mast springs to β
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Ignis purrs, as he lathers his cheeks in a slick oil, playfully testing the consistency of his cheeks, by giving them a fleshy wobble.
β Fancy lendinβ me a hand? Or are ya jusβ gonna stand there βnβ keep starinβ? ~ β
He smirks, hips subtly shifting from side to side.
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Ignis bites down on his bottom lip, as the equine gropes at his own shaft. He looks around, before nodding towards the changing rooms, and quirking a brow.
A silent invitation of his own.
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chuckling to himself as the other gives him that rather tempting view, and in turn, he spreads his legs enough to show off the hefty bulge of that equine shaft.
just a silent invitation, as he even gives it a couple of gropes.
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β Yeah, yeah. . . β
He tuts, seemingly brushing off his agentβs warnings. Before long, they arrive at what he assumes to be their prearranged meeting point. Ignis wasnβt too sure to expect.
β . . . Letβs just get this over with. β
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β Itβs called makinβ an impression. Always be the loudest one in the room! β
Ignis chuffs, a few stray embers seeping past his lips. His agent had done well to secure him an opportunity as fleeting as this, still, that doesnβt seem to stop him from being himself.
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" Hey, Cin? Keep it down, will ya? You're here to represent and keep it professional. "
The Incineroar's agent was talking about how they managed to score an audience and proposal from a Baek of all people. Haneul Inc. Was not easy at all.
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He chuffs, as the dragon practically descends upon him, their similar musculatures subtly slotting together. His tail twitches, as the other gym goerβs hulking bulges pushes against the lycra straining to keep Ignisβ malleable mounds within them.
β Yeah. . . ? ~ β
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The heat of the two might as well be used as a sauna.
β Hopefully I can get a pair of these. . Soon~β
Insinuating the pair of wobbly assets that the feline has which are currently having a dragons bulge rub up against.
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Ignis playfully arches his back, bumping up against the dragonβs steaming bulge, firmly sandwiching their clothed cock between his soft, tender cheeks.
β Be my guest. I ainβt against sharinβ equipment. Somethinβ tells me youβre lookinβ for more than just a β
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