“Holy s**t!” Spencer shouted, and erupted without warning.
Throg didn’t care for a moment. He drew back a bit so he could have those glorious juices coating his tongue... it was ambrosia. Salt, musk, and guava all mixed together. There was no way to hold back his moan as he enjoyed the taste of his Viata.
“Throg! Need... please... need...”
Spencer’s ramblings had Throg feeling like a god. He had put that sound of pleasure... need...
want... desire into this man, and damned if he could hold back from taking what was his a moment longer.
Allowing Spencer’s c**k to slip from his mouth, Throg lifted up and gently pushed Spencer’s knees to his chest, watching as his tail slipped from his Viata’s glistening hole, and pulsed as if wanting to call it back. However, Throg had something be
