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Out of fuel in the middle of nowhere. Probably at high temperatures... boredom seems to have won them over. Although Oscar preferred to sleep through the first act...
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Wendell is ready and willing to sell hole to get that damn pirate token...!
He's been searching these chests forever...!
Wendell groans softly. The warm water from the shower running down his figure. That last match was brutal -- constantly running, from the minute his squad landed, and dodging bullets. And they didn't even win!
He sighs. A hot shower on his achy body was a much needed relief...
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"Damn, dude -- !"
Wendell grins ear to ear. Tail waving behind him. Tracing a digit along the length of their cock, slowly, and chuckling as a thick drop of pre smears his fingertip.
"You're even bigger than I thought you'd be...!"
Wendell's tail is wagging!
He's thinking about how many hot guys might be coming in the next season...
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"Hey! We've got a few minutes before the storm starts closing in. You wanna' help me out with something...?"
Wendell grins. Dropping his shorts and casually showing off his cock. Swaying his hips a little to make it move. Raising a brow.
"Been feeling pent-up all day."
Wendell pants and groans against him. Man -- no wonder he's the director, if he has all this energy! His tail wags and he chuckles tiredly. Flashing a toothy grin.
"Cum...!"
He's still rubbing his sides and softly rutting inside.
The wolf could barely focus on the showmanship going on around him. Too focused on the feeling of his release; slamming his hips into the lion's, in a rough rhythm. His tail wagging fast, over his own toned rear.
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Wendell nods. Taking he phone in camera -- angling it to get a few good shots of themselves. Trying to keep a steady grip, as his whole body shivers and bucks. He lets out a shaky growl -- giving a deep thrust.
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"Y-yeah, make sure you -- ngh! -- g-get all this on video, man --!"
Wendell growls and gasps. The heavy sound of their hips meeting growing louder and louder. Wendell's holds only tightening, as he bucks fully inside and starts rutting more and more.
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Wendell groans and nods. Wrapping an arm about his waist and urging him into each heavy buck. Tongue practically lolling.
He grins at the camera. A playful wink. Sticking his tongue out, but never once slowing his hips.
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"Ngh...a-anything for you, handsome..."
Wendell lets out a breathy chuckle, leaning into the kiss, before he grasps him tighter and starts to buck. Rutting in more and more, shuddering and grunting against the lion.
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"Heh -- sorry, I -- mm! -- didn't wanna' rush towards the big scene --"
Without any further words needed, Wendell grips him tight at the waist. Grasping his rear with his other, spreading him then rutting inside. Panting; groaning behind him, as he works in inch after inch.