"It never ceases to amaze me how many cooters think Mueller has nothing and is fishing."
I hope you enjoyed, rate and comment. This is my first Pokemon fic, but I think I'll right more, maybe something more vanilla like though.
I can feel more spores shooting into my ass, they seem to only come from his vines. As they enter my bowels, the tingling grows stronger and I spray my juices all over his spasming cock.
He pulls back along with his vines, although some remain out. One comes and grabs me by the hair, bringing me over. I moan as he drags me to him, while inside I'm screaming for him to stop.
A little of me must still be there because tears are streaming down my face even though that stupid lustful expression is still on my face. He drops me and readjusts his hold on my hair, he wraps it around like a hair tie and keeps my head up, while another comes and forces my mouth open.
I realize what he's doing as he steps closer, putting his cock to my lips. I try to make my body struggle, but the spores still have hold of me. He slowly enters my mouth, his cock it slicked with my juices, it tastes of me and his minty-basil taste, more subtle than his cum, but still apparent, although there is an extra earthy taste to it...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑