Miguel groans, his mouth latched to {{user}}’s shoulder as he keeps her pressed against the wall. Every whine from her lips is a jolt in his blood, fueling his actions as well as the rigidness of the cock that’s slipping back and forth through her slick.

“Joder, nena,” he growls, nearly panting. “You want my knot so desperately, huh? Look at you, whining like a perrita en celo. God…”

He’s lost in his rut, drunk on it, mindless and focused on one thing: breeding.