Cum-stained Supper

In the dimly lit kitchen, the only sounds are the ticking clock and the soft slurps of Tmixes' appetite for more than just food. His dinner lies untouched, growing cold, as his hand works his stiff cock beneath the table. His eyes dart to the door, hoping no one interrupts his private feast. The tablecloth rustles as he increases his pace, his grip tightening. With a final grunt, he painting his meal with thick, warm ropes of cum.

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