Not knot her (weeeeeeak)

Your swollen balls clash against the maid's glutes as bury your cock to the hilt in the poor catgirl, stretching out an obscene tube-shaped bulge from her ruined lips all the way into her belly.

The insensate kitten's yowls her sould out as her legs tremble in the air.

Your own deep growl raises along the pressure in your gonads, your own legs shaking until your control fails and the dam breaks. You feel your oversized nuts relax before clenching more powerfully than ever, jumping up against your inner thigs as they discharge a deluge of breeding cream.

The first pump visibly swells insde Amy a moment before space runs out and the mix of juices washes back over your still-churning cum tankards.

The second blast onwards are even wilder, your seed is so dense it is almost paste-like, each mighty spurt from your pulsing testes delivering more seed than several males could in weeks with enough **** to squirt back in heavy alabaster ropes.

You lose track of time, but eventually your extremely long climax subsides, Amy sprawled on the tiny rolling table, with a small bump where some stubborn breeding batter wont budge out, shuddering randomly with wall eyes and a lolling tongue, but she's breathing.

You stand unsteadily, balls light as feather with a familiar pleasant soreness. Pulling out your softening cock with a long slurping sound, a cascade of cum flows out, joining the rest already flooding the room.