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KrisPaca  Kris quietly closed his bedroom door, hoping toget a few minutes to himself while he quietly releases himself of his burning hard on. He’d been carrying that sexy beast all day and it’d been eerily mocking him and robbing him of his wavering sanity. He couldn’t wait to fuck the stuffed plushie. He danced along the floor towards his bed and threw himself on it; looking to the side of him and stroking the beautiful, captivating alpaca a fan was gracious enough to present him with. He quickly undid his belt buckle and pushed his jeans and pants down, letting his big, raging cock spring out. He stroked from the base to the top, swivelling his thumb around his almost-too-wet tip, staring dangerously into the alpaca’s beady eyes. He swiftly began jerking his wrist, stroking his length; needing the release he so desperately yeans for with his silent mewls and whimpers. The alpaca sat staring at him, meeting his eyes in the most attractive way a stuffed toy possibly could – the way his eyes almost gleamed with excitement of what was to come, what Kris would do to it. Kris was so needy; he fucked his own hand crying out passionately at the alpaca, rubbing his bulging cock like his life depended on it, curling his toes in a desperate way to release sooner but to no avail.

He twisted and jerked his hand faster, letting a loud moan escape his chapped lips; running his thumb over his tip once again, sending icy shivers down his back and goose-bumps to his pale skin.  He couldn’t take the tension anymore, he needed this! He wanted this so badly! He grabbed the alpaca and tore a hole big enough to fit two finger into, into it’s backside. He slowly lowered the plushie over his cock, whining at how good the filling of the toy felt brushing against his cock. How wonderfully tightly the material felt around his cock and how he could still stare into the toys eyes without any delay. It felt so good, it felt amazing. This was perfect; this is just what he wanted! He began thrusting up into the toy, loving the friction and the softness and how they contrasted against each-other. He was close. So close he could feel the pre-cum soaking up inside the alpaca and feel the burn in the base of his penis. Kris started thrusting erratically, ignoring the squeaking of the springs and the sweat gathering on his upper lip and brow. He swore he heard the alpaca moan too as he convulsed into the stuffed toy. But it was more than likely one of the members who was standing in the doorway; judging me for my sin, judging me for how I took advantage and sort after pleasure from an alpaca plushie.