e621.net · 5580410
[b]CW// Incest[/b]
Art by "Userpage of Morshmarter -- Fur Affinity [dot] net":https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sexotheque/
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The dormroom is like a sweltering cell. The air fills with the reverberations of Duskisk's grunting and the repetitive squeaking of Asher's body on the rubber bedsheets. The dorm is gleaming under the oppressive glow of a cranked-up heater and accentuated by the dim light of the helixien lamp nearby. The air is thick with the intoxicating miasma of melted tires. Every breath heavy with humidity and melted snow. Duskisk presses his body down fully onto Asher's shining latex body. His brother's hard-worked farmboy form and his own fused together in a rhythmic grind. The squeal of rubber-on-rubber fills the room. Boots squelching, gloves gripping, the creak of the bed beneath the rhythm of brotherly bonding.
Mukluks locked together, soles grinding, squealing on the surface of the bed like wet tires on pavement. Treads press against each-other as Duskisk plays bootsies with his brother-love, making Asher's cage tighten with need. A day of work and frustration all taken out in a moment of searing passion as Duskisk relieves the day's hard stress into his brother's asshole. It's claustrophobic, overbearingly intimate, a union of ownership and suffocation.
Asher's encased form is motionless underneath the full weight of Duskisk's passion save for the subtle jiggle of artificial flesh. Asher's plastic smile frozen in eerie submission. Duskisk's knot glistens. A thick, oiled bulge straining against the confines of Asher's rubber-lined insides pumping obscenely with each thrust. The heat makes the latex cling and grind, every inch of them wet with melted frost. Glossy surfaces catching light in rippling heat waves.
Two bodies move in unison, drowning in their reflections on the bed's surface.
weasyl.com · 2492802:9514473
CW// Incest
Art by Userpage of Morshmarter -- Fur Affinity [dot] net
The dormroom is like a sweltering cell. The air fills with the reverberations of Duskisk's grunting and the repetitive squeaking of Asher's body on the rubber bedsheets. The dorm is gleaming under the oppressive glow of a cranked-up heater and accentuated by the dim light of the helixien lamp nearby. The air is thick with the intoxicating miasma of melted tires. Every breath heavy with humidity and melted snow. Duskisk presses his body down fully onto Asher's shining latex body. His brother's hard-worked farmboy form and his own fused together in a rhythmic grind. The squeal of rubber-on-rubber fills the room. Boots squelching, gloves gripping, the creak of the bed beneath the rhythm of brotherly bonding.
Mukluks locked together, soles grinding, squealing on the surface of the bed like wet tires on pavement. Treads press against each-other as Duskisk plays bootsies with his brother-love, making Asher's cage tighten with need. A day of work and frustration all taken out in a moment of searing passion as Duskisk relieves the day's hard stress into his brother's asshole. It's claustrophobic, overbearingly intimate, a union of ownership and suffocation.
Asher's encased form is motionless underneath the full weight of Duskisk's passion save for the subtle jiggle of artificial flesh. Asher's plastic smile frozen in eerie submission. Duskisk's knot glistens. A thick, oiled bulge straining against the confines of Asher's rubber-lined insides pumping obscenely with each thrust. The heat makes the latex cling and grind, every inch of them wet with melted frost. Glossy surfaces catching light in rippling heat waves.
Two bodies move in unison, drowning in their reflections on the bed's surface.
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e621.net · 5580410
I can literally hear this picture