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Фанфик про мехматThe darkness was all around as Balzac walked through Ramstor down towards his FDS, random thoughts of mpreg crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Morgan had told him she often dreamed about Sadovnichiy involved in BDSM with a kizlyak , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Shota .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Tomo-boro, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Shota masturbating himself with a fotoapparat.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the computer he was carrying with him. Would Shota's head feel like that to his ass?
What would Shota think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating Buterbrod s buzeninoy off Shota's beautiful face?
Balzac rubbed the computer against his head whispering Shota's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his FDS but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Shota's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Shota had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Ramstor was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the Buterbrod s buzeninoy he was carrying and leisurely scratched his head.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Balzac calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his Buterbrod s buzeninoy and ran towards the sound of his Dual'cheg's voice.
Shota stumbled through the darkness towards Balzac. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Dual'cheg being attacked by a kizlyak. Was he about to be raped by Galya dressed as Sadovnichiy? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his ass.
Balzac, Balzac, my Dual'cheg, screamed Shota. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Balzac leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the computer and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare face pointing in the air.
Shota! Balzac gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Tomo-boro said you were in your FDS engaged in some mpreg with Morgan.
No, I was alone in my FDS with nothing but my fotoapparat for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your face was, and how I would like to stroke my head against it, and have you kiss my ass, and now I see your face for myself I realise that not even Sadovnichiy has a face to compare with yours.
Oh, Dual'cheg, Tomo-boro said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Morgan.
What! That old kizlyak, I'd rather get involved in BDSM with Galya, a computer and Buterbrod s buzeninoy than dream of mpreg with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my ass curl.
Oh, Balzac!
Oh, Shota, my Dual'cheg!
Cue soft music, sounds of mpreg and BDSM, soft focus and fade.........