#mitachurl

you claw at the grass helplessly, choked moans falling from your lips as your body is pushed back and forth in the dirt, your eyes rolling back in your skull from the overwhelming fullness you feel. the mitachurl’s huge hands are wrapped around your waist, sharp claws digging into soft flesh and sending pleasant sparks of pain shooting down your spine as it thrusts recklessly into your hole. it has you pinned down, your face pushed into the cold, forest floor below you, the creature’s clawed, furry hands keeping your hips lifted, and you can feel droplets of it’s drool landing on your back, covering your shoulders with a thin sheen that would disgust you if it hadn’t already fucked all your thoughts out. you can’t keep up with it’s ruthless pace, the feeling of it’s giant cock stretching your insides to their limit almost enough to make you black out, and you let out a lewd, drawn out cry when you feel it’s pace stutter. it’s cock swells slightly inside of you as it cums deep inside your hole, and it lets out a noise similar to a deep, throaty groan, but a bit more distorted. suddenly, it pulls out of you, releasing its grip on your hips and letting you slump to the floor, leaving you there, completely bare, with a huge load of its cum inside you.