He tipped in a little closer to the screen, even though it was more than large enough, hungry to see the swell of her lower belly as she was pumped full of seed. God, those huge, hung studs could really cum, the young frat boys finding their feet in college. They just seemed to cum and cum and cum with no end in sight, seed slopping and practically spraying out of the join between their bodies as he almost tried to inflate the bunny.
Maddie groaned, her head and long, flopping ears falling back against him, though the bull had his arms around her, one locked around her waist and the other paw grasping a breast, though everyone knew that Maddie’s whole body was the main event there. The only thing that could have made that moment visually more appealing to Ninnin would have been seeing some of the crudest, lewdest things that Maddie liked written on her scrawled across her fur in marker at that moment. Alas, there didn’t seem to have been a moment with Vaughn for her to encourage him to do that, but there was, in that case, only one of the bull and one of the bunny.
Maybe next time she visited Cody and the studs at the frat house? He smiled, sipping his drink, settling back again as the bull’s cock sprung out of Maddie’s pussy in a lewd slop of their sexual fluids, a combined cocktail that needed no sweetness at all to be mixed in. It was already perfect as it was, Maddie was perfect as she was — and he never would have wanted to change that.
If they were talking, he blurred out the words in his mind, instead watching as he pinned her on all fours, the camera angle (that had to be Cody’s editing at work, nice job) changing to a position behind them. That time, the bull pinned her roughly and almost viciously (nowhere near the bunny’s limits, of course) over the arm of the sofa, her small rump shoved up in the air for the pleasure of his cock.
The angle, between the bull’s legs, showed exactly how Vaughn ploughed into her, as if the bull had absolutely no care or regard for her wellbeing at all. And yet that was exactly how Maddie liked it, crying out again and again, though Ninnin knew her more than well enough to know that she was already climaxing all over again, bent over like a whore who had a line up behind her to be used. He was sure, back when that had been happening, she had been wishing that there was a whole frat house or more of studs waiting to take her, perhaps more stallions and big dogs with knots too, but the bull dosed up on Viagra seemed to be given her a run for her money too.
“Ohhhh, yes!” Maddie squealed, one foot kicking up, toes curling as her foot flexed. “Yes… More! Ohhhhhh!”
But she could barely get out more than that as the bull grunted, his toned glutes working fiercely, glistening with sweat. He slammed into her, the slop of his cock slamming into her well-used and well-bred pussy filling the room as if they were there with Ninnin, though the racoon still did not spare a moment to rub his hard-on, not even through his trousers. That moment was not for him, even if it all was there, laid out for his viewing pleasure. If he was going to take pleasure like that, he’d much rather wait until his wife got home, lust rising, a warming glow and urgent prickle tugging at him, begging him to pay attention to the needs of his body.