When Food and Sex Become One

Donald's cock looked so gorgeous out in the parking lot that night when he escorted me out to the dumpster to take the trash out for the first time. It twinkled and almost seemed to glow in its majesty underneath the soft light of the security lights nearby. I smelled the Mexican food in the air and was still chewing on a huge mouthful of taco. Was it a coincidence that the moon was also full? Its milky comfort seemed to blanket Donald and I as I grew hungrier and hungrier. But it was a strange sensation, unlike any I had ever felt. The cum inside my rectum seemed to boil and howl and my werewolf nature ignited. I could have sworn I felt my chest hairs growing. My pubic hairs surrounding my own cock also started to rustle. The hunger in my belly seemed almost as one with the growling sense of semen in my ass, looking at Donald's cock and tasting the delicious taco ingredients in my mouth seemed almost like a mystical experience of oneness. . . Click here to read rest of entry

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