General RP The Occultist Club's Stud (Crow)

Owen blushed in shame. "Well-maybe...you can uh...get it to do it less." He said as he looked down slightly, between her legs, stroking herself. "Or what if those ghosts want a turn too?" He said as he spread his fingers, holding his ass open as more seed poured out.
 
"Maybe this is just your first ghost...not like this school has a ton of deaths in it?" He reasoned, but gave a shrug
"Well yes, you are....I'm not cleaning it this time because you are rubbing on it." He said as he pushed them deeper. "Now...I'm just uh- trying to make sure you pop another nut?"
 
As she bucked backwards, slamming on him, he held onto her tightly, feeling her squeezing on him, hus eyes rolling already, but he was thrust against her as quickly as he could. He was trying to focus, think about anything but the pleasure and feeling of her on his cock. Anything not to bust inside of her in under a minute.
 
His hands grasped her tots tightly, his thrust quick and hard, thumping off her ass cheeks almost like a frantic puppy, managing to climb on a waiting female. Panting and groaning like a monkey, his cock thribbing in her rapidly. "Neh- its-so warm-"
 

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