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  1. He instinctively thrust up hard, jolting against him, as his rods began to gush and gush, milliliters becoming ounces becoming gallons and still more. The sheer size of his load bulged, leaking out of Vincent's tortured rear and oozing over both's crotches. He could feel every thick, juicy spurt of it as it shot deep within his own rear, its sheer volume pushing into his guts as he saw it wind its way through them, bulging his intestines, stomach, then finally, his cheeks, as his mouth opened to moan in the throes of utter bliss. It wasn’t quite gushing, but oozing, like a slow waterfall, from his open maw. Thick dollops of it traced down his chin and neck, leaving sticky wet lines across his scales.
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  3. Mavis started to thrust himself into his partner faster, his bloated, heavy nuts whapping against their plush inner thighs and buttcheeks, his knots hardening faster and faster as they tugged and pushed at their butthole.
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  5. He was altogether desperate to relieve his urges as more of his seed pumped forth, now gushing, a metaphorical dam broken over. The sounds his cocks made as Vincent's diminutive form bounced up and down on them became wetter and slimier as a mixture of their juices began to coat their crotches.
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  7. Overstuffed, finding it painful to breathe, stomach full surely to bursting, cum still flowing in thick streams from his mouth, the scaly electric mouse cringed and groaned on instinct alone, in bliss yet too pained to speak. His partner hadn’t let up, groaning as his swollen nuts continued to let fly with what would surely be the biggest load of his life, hot bubbling spurts of seed. If anything, Vincent thought, his balls seemed even bigger than they had beforehand. Mavis bit his own tongue to not cry out and after not long, small dribbles of spit and blood were running down the outer edges of his maw.
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  9. Vincent gasped as the large dog continued to thrust even harder, his firm, strong paws grasping the tops of his pudgy thighs as his knots pulled, rubbed, and pushed. Their crotches were both now utterly coated in a thickening layer of their juices, Mavis' twin members spurting without pause.
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