Furry part11
by Solo Teens Blog His body bucked and thrashed wildly, trying vainly to reach the
climax he so much needed, but his captors were now stimulating
him more strongly. Suddenly it was over. All the furry hands and
rings released him.
Like a fountain, the first spurt of jism shot up towards the
ceiling, followed closely by the second. As they fell back onto
his red-hot body, further convulsions pumped out enormous globs
of creamy white juice until Malcolm was liberally coated with it.
Strangled cries and grunts came from him as the sheer force of
his ejaculation shook his body. Time after time another spasm
wracked him, until he thought he could come no more, but still
kept coming.
Dazed and exhausted, Malcolm woke from a deep sleep. Screwed up
between his legs and over his chest, his furry bed-cover was
completely coated with his outpourings, and the last throbs
and spurts of his tool reminded him that he had just had his most
intense and pleasurable orgasm ever, without being touched by
anyone. Smiling, he hugged the furry cover tighter, and willed
himself to sleep once more, hoping against hope that the furry
monsters would return before morning.