Description
A certain guest had inquired for Tyson's 'true' experience of what the fire pomemon really wanted when he got off work, and well, after a few deliberations and negotiations, a deal was made. Contracts were signed, and a thick gold collar was attached around the guests neck, with a pretty hefty gold chain attached. The next thing he knew, he was in the Typhlosions private quarters.
"I'm glad you pitched this, now that I'm off for the night, I'm going to enjoy a drink, and you're going to clean me from the ground up with your tongue."
The hulking Typhlosion couldn't help but smirk, licking his lips as he looked down at his new found 'pet' for the night. His left forefinger holding said chain signing him in to get closer, his large chubbed member in a scents range.
"You like that idea, don't you? I got you for a while, so....how about we get started, hmm?"
There are no comments.
Login to respond »