Cum Drain Pig

you.

"You look like a good receptacle," he snarls.

He waddles towards you with a confident smirk.

He's clearly outgrown his clothes, recently, at a quick pace.

His shirt rides up on his belly, the armpits stretch and pinch to fit around a plump chest,

his thighs rub and his fat ass threatens to burst at the seam of his shorts.

As he nears you, you smell his musk and it makes you weak in the knees.

"All right, comrade, fall to your knees," he says nonchalantly.

Your legs buckle and you find yourself eye-level with his crotch.

You can smell his cock, even as it's buried beneath an enormous round gut and the struggling

clothes.

Your mind clouds, your lips and tongue dry.

You can think of nothing but quenching your thirst with his seed.

You need it inside, to be a part of you.

"Open up," he grunts.

"You oblige."

He shoves his cock roughly over your tongue and directly down your throat, no hesitation.

You gag only once, receiving the palm of his hand to crash your face, and in order not

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