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Summary
"I forgot my… keys." Spamtons voice died in his throat as he took in the sight before him.
Tenna on his knees, wearing nothing but a half buttoned shirt, antennae twisted up above his chassis as he held his dick in one hand, lips puffy and wet. He was bracing himself against the wall with his unoccupied arm, his body leaning over a row of stanchions. No, not a row, but a single one- the same stanchion that Spamton had defaced not even an hour ago. The stanchion that had, only moments before, been covered in his cum. And that was, now, slick with spit.
Holy fuck.
Series
- Part 3 of Jorkin It
