Do you try to keep talking?
You… volunteer?
“I uh… I mean, being a Cumdump doesn’t sound to bad..” You say, your legs squishing together as you squirm where you stand. Just looking at the large and muscular werewolf, you find your own erection starting.
The werewolf looks at you somewhat surprised, looking you up and down again. This time, a bit more discerningly. His eyes seem to focus on your throat and belly, glancing only briefly at your erection. He shrugs, lets out a sigh, and pushes his chair backwards before beckoning you over.
Walking behind the desk, your eyes are immediately drawn to the werewolf’s massive balls, and his engorging red rocket just starting to poke free from his sheath.
“Well, under the desk Cumdump. You’re mine now then, and that’s gonna be your new name.”
He nearly growls it out, and you quickly fall to your knees, shuffling under the desk before he scoots the chair forwards again, locking you into the musky nook. Your leg staring down his package, his almost audibly churning balls and his rapidly engorging canine cock, definitely larger than your forearm. You can’t help but stare at it, until a hand reaches down and grasps the back of your head.
The werewolf unceremoniously pulls you up to his cock, the squishy tip pressing against your face and rubbing up against you, the natural lubricant and pre smearing over your face.
“Open up, damnit.”
He growls out his order, and you can’t help but listen. You open your mouth, and he shoves that still engorging cock inside. You quickly feel the throbbing length push to the back of your throat, gagging as he pulls you further and it squishes past that feeble boundary. You can’t help but gag around it as that massive spire hardens slowly in your throat, expanding to fill it up more and more, pushing further and further down as it exits his fleshy sheath and enters your moist, tight one.
He begins grumbling above you, letting out a somewhat relieved sigh as you feel his uninflated knot enter your mouth. He seems to be letting his dick firm up within your throat, and already you are struggling to breath. The more his dick engorges, the more your vision seems to fade, all of your focus forced upon the massive bitch-breaker making itself at home in your throat. It seems you’re gonna be spending a long time under this desk.
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