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Zyon never thought he would hear what he heard. Even though it was muffled because of his giant dick, he heard the boy moan. He moaned! He knew it! This boy was nothing more than a lowly slut! But still, it raised more questions. Why was the boy so tense? As an embodiment of lust and everything carnal and sexual, Zyon could feel the sexual tension in the boy. It was like he had barely cummed before. His entire body was tense, his muscles screaming to Zyon to be released. This was odd because the boy handled his cock like a pro.
"You moaned you little whore! You want this! You want my big cock, don't you bitch!" He smiled, his usually twisted smile turning into a much more seductive look. This session just got a lot hotter. Zyon started to slow down his assault on the boy's throat. He wanted the boy to get a good taste of his cock. Being the devil's son, his musk and jizz were full of hormones. The more exposure someone got of it, the more it intoxicated their bodies and clouded their brains, making them want more. Zyon shot more pre-cum in his throat, and ground his crotch into the boy's face, making sure he got a good smell of his musk. "Yeah baby, you want it. You want it bad, I can feel it in your muscles."
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