Tharja Anon

	"like this?" Tharja-anon said, spreading his asscheeks. His face was flushed with red. Anon grabbed his soft white hips, squeezing his love handles and enjoying the view of small excess slipping between his fingers. "You're so delicate" he said, reaching around and rubbing Tharja-anon's tight pale tummy. "s-stop" he asked, feeling anon's hard tip against his anus. "I want you to be MY Tharja" anon said, slowly slipping inside. Tharja-anon dug his nails into the bed stand as anon slowly began to fuck him. Tharja-anon left out soft coos, and anon leaned his head against his and sniffed his hair. He picked up the pace, Tharja-anon now moving his hips as each thrust send cock deep into his boy womb. He clenched around it, wanting to trap anon's hard dick inside him. He needed it, he needed all of it. His tongue spilled out as he fell onto his chest, anon now pumping deep into him. The bed made creaking sounds, and his Tharja figma on a nearby night stand fell over from all the shaking. Anon felt his cock tightening up, as a thick torrent traveled through his shaft.

	"I'm cumming" he said, squeezing tight around Tharja-anon's waist as he shot hot stick goop into him. Each cock pump sending quartz of cum into the deepest depths of Tharja-anon's browneye. Tharja-anon fell in a drooling mess, cumming all over his own stomach. Anon flipped him over and lied on top of him, their dicks now rubbing against each other as he pulled his tongue in with his own. Passionately making out as their flaccid dicks rubbed against each other. The two soon fell asleep in each other's arms. The Tharja Figma, rolled under the bed. It was never to be seen again, though it was never looked for. As every night the bed creaked above it once more.