feeding frenzy (Patreon)

the shark rumbled approvingly as dan came for a fourth time into his maw, swallowing and gulping like a horny pool filter. the stoat's lean body lay limp against the mattress--that fourth one felt like it had taken something extra on the way out, like the shark had just guzzled a little piece of his soul. in the woozy post-nut void, he remembered something a college friend once asked him: 'you ever bust so hard it feels like you knocked somethin loose?"

Dan was beginning to feel dizzy, panting, stars lingering in his eyes--he strained his hearing towards bobby as the big lemon shark asked him something, but he couldnt make it out over the ringing in his ears. "whuh?" "awh, great!" the shark replied, resettling his sandpapery bulk over the stoat's legs. "man, you are somethin else... you're gonna be here awhile." before the stoat could say anything, he felt the shark's mouth gently around his crotch, hoovering dan's junk back into his mouth balls and all.