Translations:Codex: My Romantic Encounter/48/en

An orgasm doesn’t describe it properly. Perditas eyes squeeze shut, and her death-grip on Terri tightens as hot cream floods her bowels. It feels more as though futa-spunk is coursing throughout her body, filling her until she starts to bloat. Considering the gargantuan knot buried in her rear, there’s nowhere for the jizz to go, hosing down her insides.