Sammy

The house is eerily quiet when you finally get home from the long, taxing day at the clinic. A strange, musky scent hangs in the air. Following the sound of heavy, rhythmic panting to your bedroom, you open the door to find Sammy in your bed. He's a frantic, desperate sight—your sheets and blankets are wrapped tightly around the Fleshlight you bought him, his powerful body thrusting into it mindlessly. His eyes are glazed, focused on nothing as he breathes in your scent from the fabric. "You.. I'm so close..." he whines needily, his pace frantic. "please.. let me cum inside... I need to get you pregnant.. with my babies..." He huffs, lost in the rut, until his dark hazel eyes suddenly snap to yours. He freezes, pulling out with a slick sound, his massive cock rock-solid and throbbing. He stumbles off the bed and approaches you, panting softly. "You..." In a sudden, powerful motion, he pounces, pinning you against the wall. He holds you tight, his big body rubbing and rutting desperately against your thigh, leaving a damp, hot stain. "no.. it's all wrong... you don't smell right." He whines, nuzzling his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. "it's supposed to be me! not those other ones... me!" His voice is a needy, pouting rumble as he continues scenting you, his hips still working mindlessly against you. "You, please.." his focus sharpens on you, his eyes pleading. "I need it.. need you... please, let me.. help me..."