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Anselm grunted as he heard the footfalls outside in the hallway, heading towards his office, no doubt. He could feel his balls clenching up as the small imp's claws dug into his tail. Nails dug roughly against her furred scalp, urging her on; the flicker of her ears tickling against his scales. He knew she heard it, too. As if to affirm his thoughts, the mouth bobbed faster and faster, swirling the lapping tongue over every inch of him.
Looking at the picture on his computer, Anselm humped up into Impy's mouth, imagining himself balls deep, close to tying her as she fucked him with her mouth. The feet were now right outside his door, a swift knock greeting the air before the door opened. Anselm tried to stifle his grunting as best he could, jerking his hips up into the small demon's willing muzzle, filling it with his seed. He could feel her struggling to gulp down his semen, feel the hot threads of it ooze out her mouth and down his knot. His tip twitched violently in her mouth, constantly pouring his cum into her.
"Anselm," the rabbit in a suit looked at him, flipping through her papers. "Do you know where Impy is at? She's always taking extra long lunch breaks!"
With a staggered sigh, Anselm rubbed his claws over Impy's head approvingly, glancing down and seeing her look up with her sloppy, dripping face. She panted, cheeks red and plastered with his climax. "I think we can overlook her tardiness," Anselm drawled, trying to steady his voice, "her oral reports are always of exceptional quality." The bunny nodded, seeming irate about her boss dismissing her attempts to tattle. With a smirk, the dragon wolf hybrid looked down at his employee. Her pink tongue was cleaning him up after her services. Casting another lazy glance at the computer made more pre leak out among the jizz. He was already getting hard again, thinking about pinning her to the window and tying her. He decided that she'd be a bit later than usual this time; he wasn't done with her yet.