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Scene from season 1 where Bojack 'accidentally' kisses Diane on the road, but with alternative outcome. Still feeling that Bojack is still good deep inside, convinces himself that Diane loves and wants him, taking advantage of the whole situation.", "writing": "\nA black SUV parked right at the edge of the highway right on the cold sand, could mean many things, most of them rather sinister ones considering the whole location of Hollywoo. Two individuals stood in the open, one of which was none other but a horse from Horsing Around. The towering equine had a distant look in his eyes as if he had already taken the benefits of a Happy Hour. Or several of them.\n\n“Look, I won't put what happened today in the book if you don't want me to.” Diane, the young blue-haired woman in round glasses and green jacket sighed, apparently not being repulsed by Bojack’s usual drunken state, despite having him as a driver just minutes ago.\n\n“No, it's okay. Full truth as we agreed. Warts and all. It doesn't matter anyway. I don't even care what anybody thinks anymore. Well, for what it's worth, I think it took a lot of guts to do what you did back there.” And just like that, a massive weight left his shoulders, making him agree to their terms. Only a few people knew about Bojack’s book in development, written with Diane’s hand, but apparently, he had to agree on what that meant.\n\nBut he wasn’t thinking about that biography anymore. Looking deep into Diane’s eyes, he realized that she wasn’t just a ghostwriter to him, a person constantly interviewing him for necessary material. Was she, a friend? Even if not, Diane would be that woman who finally understood him, especially since he finally opened up to someone else. Not even his agent knew half of the crap he’s been through his entire life. And with that, he suddenly approached her, placing a large, sloppy kiss on her lips. \n\nDiane’s eyes opened wide at that sign of affection, quickly stepped away from him with a horrified look on her face. The horse stared her down in pure shame, not exactly realizing what he’d just done before it hit him that he just kissed a married woman. And not any married woman, but who belonged to none other but Mr. Peanutbutter. Overwhelmed in emotion, he watched his friend going towards his car in silence, leaving him to drown himself in regret. However, this is now what he wanted.\n\n“Diane!”\n\nBefore she was halfway towards the SUV, Bojack swiftly grabbed her hand and turned Diane around, facing his long, equine face. The scent of whiskey hit her nostrils, making her immediately nauseous. But his aggressive mannerisms were far more horrifying, where he could do almost anything to her. And none of those things were desirable. She struggled, trying to release herself from his iron grip.\n\n“Don’t do this to me, Diane. You’re the only one who understands me, all the stupid shit that happened to me and what I’ve done. I can’t hide it anymore. Since when I met you, I… I love you, Diane. And I need you. Right here, right now.” During his rant and dubious confession, not only his feelings were exposed. Diane didn’t focus on that fact just yet, but something hard definitely rubbed against her leg.\n\n“Bojack, I’m married. And you’re drunk. Please, let me go and drive us back home, okay? This is not healthy for you and you’re scaring me!” Diane still couldn’t escape while the horse’s grasp tightened against her wrist. After his sudden release, she stepped backward almost losing balance, but still able to quickly step towards the car, thinking it was finally over even if it meant carjacking Bojack and leaving him on the sand.\n\nBut apparently, it wasn’t even a beginning.\n\nBojack approached her again with a strange, burning passion in his eyes that could mean only trouble. Being a big guy, it felt effortless for him to catch up to his love, or rather prey in this scenario. Before Diane could open the door, a massive horse towered behind her, pushing such a small Asian girl who once again barely stood the ground instead ending up before his feet.\n\n“Bojack…” she started, unable to find adequate words to help her already bad situation. Beg for mercy? Attack him verbally? Or just cry for help on this empty road? Before she could choose anything, the horse forcefully bent her over the hood of his car, wheezing with flared-up nostrils. If it wasn’t a life or death situation, Diane would comment on his stamina or age but it wasn’t time for jokes.\n\n“I always wanted to do this, Diane. Please, let me feel good. Just this once.” Being already quite fat, his immense weight was an unstoppable force, ready to wreak havoc on everything in its path. With just a few strong pulls, Bojack swiftly pulled down Diane’s pants along with underwear, exposing her rear end to the world under a dark, starry sky. He groped both spherical and soft mounds, his hands going lower and lower. The horse mumbled out a few incomprehensible words, barely standing on both legs, admiring the view.\n\nBoth of her plump cheeks could be easily a main part of several songs, where a half-drunk addict sings a raunchy ballad about two mesmerizing mountains, and halfway through the lyrics, the listener finally realizes that they’re singing about someone’s bare ass. Bojack chuckled, entertaining himself with such silly thoughts, before eventually going down to business.\n\n“You have such an amazing butt, Diane. I could get lost in those fantastic hills. Not that you have a big butt or anything, they’re just fine looking.” His rambling was the best opportunity for the scared girl to get away, but his strong hand pushed her harder against the hood, not leaving any room for maneuver. With free hand, Bojack struggled with his belt, eventually unbuckling it, letting his pants fall on the ground.\n\nDiane couldn’t see behind her, but if rumors about his girth were even half true, she was in deep trouble. With remaining strength, the young writer wriggled in place, hoping for anything helpful to happen. Maybe fall on the ground and then throw sand at him? But his grip on the back of her neck tightened, rubbing her cheek against the cold steel of the car.\n‘Hung like a horse’ wasn’t an exaggeration. Many equines, like Bojack, were well equipped and it showed. Almost twenty inches of thick, twitching meat swung heavily between his legs, in front of a quite hairy sack, which was barely visible because of such a humungous, flathead cock. The veins alone were impressively long, throbbing with each beat of Bojack’s powerful, at least for his age, heart.\n\nThe drug-addicted alcoholic equine needed a moment so he could perform, feeling awkward enough to make him think if all of this was worth it. Before he questioned his actions and how he could ruin his life for yet another time, something stirred inside his abdomen. With newfound strength, Bojack squinted his eyes and nodded to himself, knowing well how much he loved Diane. And how much he has to show it, prove it to both of them.\n\nSeeing how far this whole situation went, Diane placed both hands on the hood and pushed herself away from the car with all the remaining strength. She struggled for all the good reasons, wanting to go back to her husband and fight for the remaining dignity she still had left. But all of this was for naught, unable to fight against the monstrous animal, panting heavily into her ear, mumbling about love and being ‘good’ whatever that meant to him.\nThe towering pole of pure horse meat touched Diane’s left ass cheek with its flat and broad head, searching for the perfect entrance like a blind and completely drunk snake. The loud, equine noises continued, when Bojack guided his lengthy monstrosity between the girl’s mound of flesh, trying not to enter the wrong hole. He suddenly rubbed Diane’s pussy lips with the head of his cock, getting closer and closer to its destination. Until the unthinkable happened.\n\n“Leave me alone, Bojack!” Feeling his loosened grip when the overexcited and horny male dropped his guard down, Diane jerked up her whole body against his, before rolling away from the car’s hood. After tripping over, Diane ended up on the sand, furiously cursing her own mistakes. Not just the clumsiness, but the fact she trusted the addicted and egoistical Hollywoo actor. \n\n“Why do you have to be like this, Diane? Do I have to open myself for a tenth time or something? Do a simple ‘I love you’ doesn’t matter in this shitty world?” Bojack squatted behind her, before dragging Diane’s body towards a more open area, letting sand damage her shirt further. With a few decisive motions, the towering horse removed all of her bottom clothing, getting rid of his own as well. It was a perfect opportunity to escape, but Bojack was way quicker.\n\nShe suddenly kicked him directly into the jaw with her bare foot, looking with pure satisfaction at the pushed-away, stupid long face of her captor, but it wasn’t nearly enough to stop such a brute force. With both strong arms, Bojack pushed the lower half of Diane’s body, bending it towards her stomach, partially immobilizing her. He placed his free hand against the woman’s temple, pushing it further into the coarse ground, trying to focus. His semi-hard horsecock swung between large thighs from side to side with hypnotizing movements. But Diane didn’t even try to look in that direction, repulsed by the mere thought of being forced into sex. But Bojack looked at the whole situation differently. \n\n“How about a kiss? I know we did this a few moments ago but it wasn’t exactly as passionate as I wanted.” Bojack leaned into her but Diane preferred a closer encounter with the sand than to turn her head towards him. Grunting with anger, he ground his gigantic mass against her engorged pussy lips, slowly losing patience. If she didn’t want to make it even a little romantic, he had to be rough as usual, he thought.\n\n“As you wish, grumpy pants. Oh, wait. You don’t have any fucking pants. But guess what, I’m going to use you because this is what lovers do. A little of tough love, as they call it. Because I deeply care about you, Diane.” After lying to himself, Bojack slightly calmed down, but the grinding didn’t stop. Without any warning, the broad tip of his cock suddenly entered her hole, forcing a painful groan out of her throat.\n\n“Bojack… fuck… you’re hurting me…” She tried to do anything with a free hand, but when the horse noticed it, he stepped on it, not too hard to harm it but still locking it in its place. Standing directly above her body, Bojack could finally control the whole situation, intoxicated with their ego, sex, and ‘love’, if that was possible to call it. With a mighty push, Bojack slid a few inches of his shaft further down the passage, spreading her inner walls, and stretching out the whole tunnel.\n\n“We don’t need this shit.” He momentarily stopped holding her face and in a still drunken state, the massive horse slowly pulled back her shirt, right before forcefully getting rid of Diane’s bra, letting both barely average-sized breasts out to full view. Bojack leaned onto her chest while once again pushing her head onto the ground, licking each nipple with an impressively long, meaty tongue.\n\nFor a moment there, it seemed that Bojack forgot about penetrating his ghost writer’s tight hole, lazily grinding inside it. With doubled-up effort, the equine star pushed harder, letting his cock create a sizable bulge on Diane’s abdomen. His wheezing got louder with each passing moment, showing well how bad his stamina got all over those long years. But that didn’t matter to him, even if that moment could kill him.\n\n“I love you so much, Diane. Why can’t you see it? Look at me and tell me that you love me too.” Despite his words, Bojack didn’t think about lifting his heavy hand so the Asian girl could move her aching neck. She only spews out several Korean curses, flailing around her limbs although not hitting anything in their path.\nFocused on the pleasure alone, Bojack stopped talking and tried to show affection with only his actions. Pushing the lower half of her bare body further towards Diane’s face, made her legs suspend higher in the air. Quite a pathetic position for a retort, so even a strong-willed woman like Diane could just watch herself being deeply violated.\n\nBojack neighed, slamming his half-ton heavy body onto her, pushing ten inches of equine girth inside her already stretched-out pussy. His massive balls slapped repeatedly against her ass cheeks with each powerful thrust, along with loud panting and wheezing. The profusely sweating horse didn’t even notice when the sweaty, clear droplets fell onto Diane’s pale skin.\n\n“Fuck me, this is good.” Bojack couldn’t be himself, if he didn’t speak again, although concentrating on the act alone, his mind empty but the heart still beating for Diane, no matter how evil his actions might look in retrospective. With a loud murmur and deep inhale, Bojack eventually stopped for a moment to regain strength and breath. With a clearer conscience, he looked at struggling Diane who still had a fighting spirit, despite a pitiful position.\n\n“God, you’re gorgeous. It’s a no-brainer that Mr. Peanutbutter fell in love with you, just like me. Did you fuck as well? Hm?” Bojack still had to boost his ego, almost as if he boasted that he successfully took advantage of her weaker and smaller body. But after a mere mention of her husband’s name, it filled Diane’s eyes with pure rage.\n“Don’t you… dare.. talk about… hi–” she tried to retort but Bojack slammed the entirety of his pole inside her, kissing the woman’s cervix with the flat tip, filling the widely stretched entrance. Her body completely broke under his power, molded into his desire, since in normal circumstances she couldn’t fit even half of such a girthy and lengthy cock. But Bojack achieved another success but at a high cost. And it wasn’t about her flesh at all.\n\n“God, Diane, I think I’m gonna…” Bojack grunted again, grinding harder and harder against her inner muscles, feeling how the head of his horsecock finally flared, painfully pushing aside both walls of Diane’s pussy. He grasped harder both of the woman’s highly lifted legs, thrusting for a few times more. And after a moment that seemed to be like an eternity, he let out a low-pitched, hellish-sounding neigh.\n\nThe monstrous beast shot out several impossibly long ropes of thick cum directly into her womb, filling up her abdomen and increasing the already sizable bulge, which made Diane panic even more, along with her shallow breathing. With wide-opened eyes she could only watch how that beast ruined her slim body in just several minutes, not even mentioning all the damage he made to her mind and spirit.\n\nA sudden thunderstike would be a perfect addition to the whole scene, but the clear starry sky still looked calm and mesmerizing, despite what was still happening below. Heavily panting and with last effort, Bojack eventually pulled out the gigantic piece of flesh, which spread around final droplets of pearly-white jizz which sunk onto the sand. Bojack eventually collapsed next to Diane’s ravaged and partially bruised body, slowly losing conscience. With blurred eyesight, he looked at her with a drunken smile.\n\n“I truly love you, Diane. Thank you, for everything.” He said, before lying on the ground, letting out a snore right after. Diane sat next to the car with her knees up her chin, curled up in a defensive position, letting out a quiet sob, hoping that Mr. Peanutbutter would somehow appear from thin air to pick her up. But nobody came, only a grim realization. \n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
A black SUV parked right at the edge of the highway right on the cold sand, could mean many things, most of them rather sinister ones considering the whole location of Hollywoo. Two individuals stood in the open, one of which was none other but a horse from Horsing Around. The towering equine had a distant look in his eyes as if he had already taken the benefits of a Happy Hour. Or several of them.

“Look, I won't put what happened today in the book if you don't want me to.” Diane, the young blue-haired woman in round glasses and green jacket sighed, apparently not being repulsed by Bojack’s usual drunken state, despite having him as a driver just minutes ago.

“No, it's okay. Full truth as we agreed. Warts and all. It doesn't matter anyway. I don't even care what anybody thinks anymore. Well, for what it's worth, I think it took a lot of guts to do what you did back there.” And just like that, a massive weight left his shoulders, making him agree to their terms. Only a few people knew about Bojack’s book in development, written with Diane’s hand, but apparently, he had to agree on what that meant.

But he wasn’t thinking about that biography anymore. Looking deep into Diane’s eyes, he realized that she wasn’t just a ghostwriter to him, a person constantly interviewing him for necessary material. Was she, a friend? Even if not, Diane would be that woman who finally understood him, especially since he finally opened up to someone else. Not even his agent knew half of the crap he’s been through his entire life. And with that, he suddenly approached her, placing a large, sloppy kiss on her lips.

Diane’s eyes opened wide at that sign of affection, quickly stepped away from him with a horrified look on her face. The horse stared her down in pure shame, not exactly realizing what he’d just done before it hit him that he just kissed a married woman. And not any married woman, but who belonged to none other but Mr. Peanutbutter. Overwhelmed in emotion, he watched his friend going towards his car in silence, leaving him to drown himself in regret. However, this is now what he wanted.

“Diane!”

Before she was halfway towards the SUV, Bojack swiftly grabbed her hand and turned Diane around, facing his long, equine face. The scent of whiskey hit her nostrils, making her immediately nauseous. But his aggressive mannerisms were far more horrifying, where he could do almost anything to her. And none of those things were desirable. She struggled, trying to release herself from his iron grip.

“Don’t do this to me, Diane. You’re the only one who understands me, all the stupid shit that happened to me and what I’ve done. I can’t hide it anymore. Since when I met you, I… I love you, Diane. And I need you. Right here, right now.” During his rant and dubious confession, not only his feelings were exposed. Diane didn’t focus on that fact just yet, but something hard definitely rubbed against her leg.

“Bojack, I’m married. And you’re drunk. Please, let me go and drive us back home, okay? This is not healthy for you and you’re scaring me!” Diane still couldn’t escape while the horse’s grasp tightened against her wrist. After his sudden release, she stepped backward almost losing balance, but still able to quickly step towards the car, thinking it was finally over even if it meant carjacking Bojack and leaving him on the sand.

But apparently, it wasn’t even a beginning.

Bojack approached her again with a strange, burning passion in his eyes that could mean only trouble. Being a big guy, it felt effortless for him to catch up to his love, or rather prey in this scenario. Before Diane could open the door, a massive horse towered behind her, pushing such a small Asian girl who once again barely stood the ground instead ending up before his feet.

“Bojack…” she started, unable to find adequate words to help her already bad situation. Beg for mercy? Attack him verbally? Or just cry for help on this empty road? Before she could choose anything, the horse forcefully bent her over the hood of his car, wheezing with flared-up nostrils. If it wasn’t a life or death situation, Diane would comment on his stamina or age but it wasn’t time for jokes.

“I always wanted to do this, Diane. Please, let me feel good. Just this once.” Being already quite fat, his immense weight was an unstoppable force, ready to wreak havoc on everything in its path. With just a few strong pulls, Bojack swiftly pulled down Diane’s pants along with underwear, exposing her rear end to the world under a dark, starry sky. He groped both spherical and soft mounds, his hands going lower and lower. The horse mumbled out a few incomprehensible words, barely standing on both legs, admiring the view.

Both of her plump cheeks could be easily a main part of several songs, where a half-drunk addict sings a raunchy ballad about two mesmerizing mountains, and halfway through the lyrics, the listener finally realizes that they’re singing about someone’s bare ass. Bojack chuckled, entertaining himself with such silly thoughts, before eventually going down to business.

“You have such an amazing butt, Diane. I could get lost in those fantastic hills. Not that you have a big butt or anything, they’re just fine looking.” His rambling was the best opportunity for the scared girl to get away, but his strong hand pushed her harder against the hood, not leaving any room for maneuver. With free hand, Bojack struggled with his belt, eventually unbuckling it, letting his pants fall on the ground.

Diane couldn’t see behind her, but if rumors about his girth were even half true, she was in deep trouble. With remaining strength, the young writer wriggled in place, hoping for anything helpful to happen. Maybe fall on the ground and then throw sand at him? But his grip on the back of her neck tightened, rubbing her cheek against the cold steel of the car.
‘Hung like a horse’ wasn’t an exaggeration. Many equines, like Bojack, were well equipped and it showed. Almost twenty inches of thick, twitching meat swung heavily between his legs, in front of a quite hairy sack, which was barely visible because of such a humungous, flathead cock. The veins alone were impressively long, throbbing with each beat of Bojack’s powerful, at least for his age, heart.

The drug-addicted alcoholic equine needed a moment so he could perform, feeling awkward enough to make him think if all of this was worth it. Before he questioned his actions and how he could ruin his life for yet another time, something stirred inside his abdomen. With newfound strength, Bojack squinted his eyes and nodded to himself, knowing well how much he loved Diane. And how much he has to show it, prove it to both of them.

Seeing how far this whole situation went, Diane placed both hands on the hood and pushed herself away from the car with all the remaining strength. She struggled for all the good reasons, wanting to go back to her husband and fight for the remaining dignity she still had left. But all of this was for naught, unable to fight against the monstrous animal, panting heavily into her ear, mumbling about love and being ‘good’ whatever that meant to him.
The towering pole of pure horse meat touched Diane’s left ass cheek with its flat and broad head, searching for the perfect entrance like a blind and completely drunk snake. The loud, equine noises continued, when Bojack guided his lengthy monstrosity between the girl’s mound of flesh, trying not to enter the wrong hole. He suddenly rubbed Diane’s pussy lips with the head of his cock, getting closer and closer to its destination. Until the unthinkable happened.

“Leave me alone, Bojack!” Feeling his loosened grip when the overexcited and horny male dropped his guard down, Diane jerked up her whole body against his, before rolling away from the car’s hood. After tripping over, Diane ended up on the sand, furiously cursing her own mistakes. Not just the clumsiness, but the fact she trusted the addicted and egoistical Hollywoo actor.

“Why do you have to be like this, Diane? Do I have to open myself for a tenth time or something? Do a simple ‘I love you’ doesn’t matter in this shitty world?” Bojack squatted behind her, before dragging Diane’s body towards a more open area, letting sand damage her shirt further. With a few decisive motions, the towering horse removed all of her bottom clothing, getting rid of his own as well. It was a perfect opportunity to escape, but Bojack was way quicker.

She suddenly kicked him directly into the jaw with her bare foot, looking with pure satisfaction at the pushed-away, stupid long face of her captor, but it wasn’t nearly enough to stop such a brute force. With both strong arms, Bojack pushed the lower half of Diane’s body, bending it towards her stomach, partially immobilizing her. He placed his free hand against the woman’s temple, pushing it further into the coarse ground, trying to focus. His semi-hard horsecock swung between large thighs from side to side with hypnotizing movements. But Diane didn’t even try to look in that direction, repulsed by the mere thought of being forced into sex. But Bojack looked at the whole situation differently.

“How about a kiss? I know we did this a few moments ago but it wasn’t exactly as passionate as I wanted.” Bojack leaned into her but Diane preferred a closer encounter with the sand than to turn her head towards him. Grunting with anger, he ground his gigantic mass against her engorged pussy lips, slowly losing patience. If she didn’t want to make it even a little romantic, he had to be rough as usual, he thought.

“As you wish, grumpy pants. Oh, wait. You don’t have any fucking pants. But guess what, I’m going to use you because this is what lovers do. A little of tough love, as they call it. Because I deeply care about you, Diane.” After lying to himself, Bojack slightly calmed down, but the grinding didn’t stop. Without any warning, the broad tip of his cock suddenly entered her hole, forcing a painful groan out of her throat.

“Bojack… fuck… you’re hurting me…” She tried to do anything with a free hand, but when the horse noticed it, he stepped on it, not too hard to harm it but still locking it in its place. Standing directly above her body, Bojack could finally control the whole situation, intoxicated with their ego, sex, and ‘love’, if that was possible to call it. With a mighty push, Bojack slid a few inches of his shaft further down the passage, spreading her inner walls, and stretching out the whole tunnel.

“We don’t need this shit.” He momentarily stopped holding her face and in a still drunken state, the massive horse slowly pulled back her shirt, right before forcefully getting rid of Diane’s bra, letting both barely average-sized breasts out to full view. Bojack leaned onto her chest while once again pushing her head onto the ground, licking each nipple with an impressively long, meaty tongue.

For a moment there, it seemed that Bojack forgot about penetrating his ghost writer’s tight hole, lazily grinding inside it. With doubled-up effort, the equine star pushed harder, letting his cock create a sizable bulge on Diane’s abdomen. His wheezing got louder with each passing moment, showing well how bad his stamina got all over those long years. But that didn’t matter to him, even if that moment could kill him.

“I love you so much, Diane. Why can’t you see it? Look at me and tell me that you love me too.” Despite his words, Bojack didn’t think about lifting his heavy hand so the Asian girl could move her aching neck. She only spews out several Korean curses, flailing around her limbs although not hitting anything in their path.
Focused on the pleasure alone, Bojack stopped talking and tried to show affection with only his actions. Pushing the lower half of her bare body further towards Diane’s face, made her legs suspend higher in the air. Quite a pathetic position for a retort, so even a strong-willed woman like Diane could just watch herself being deeply violated.

Bojack neighed, slamming his half-ton heavy body onto her, pushing ten inches of equine girth inside her already stretched-out pussy. His massive balls slapped repeatedly against her ass cheeks with each powerful thrust, along with loud panting and wheezing. The profusely sweating horse didn’t even notice when the sweaty, clear droplets fell onto Diane’s pale skin.

“Fuck me, this is good.” Bojack couldn’t be himself, if he didn’t speak again, although concentrating on the act alone, his mind empty but the heart still beating for Diane, no matter how evil his actions might look in retrospective. With a loud murmur and deep inhale, Bojack eventually stopped for a moment to regain strength and breath. With a clearer conscience, he looked at struggling Diane who still had a fighting spirit, despite a pitiful position.

“God, you’re gorgeous. It’s a no-brainer that Mr. Peanutbutter fell in love with you, just like me. Did you fuck as well? Hm?” Bojack still had to boost his ego, almost as if he boasted that he successfully took advantage of her weaker and smaller body. But after a mere mention of her husband’s name, it filled Diane’s eyes with pure rage.
“Don’t you… dare.. talk about… hi–” she tried to retort but Bojack slammed the entirety of his pole inside her, kissing the woman’s cervix with the flat tip, filling the widely stretched entrance. Her body completely broke under his power, molded into his desire, since in normal circumstances she couldn’t fit even half of such a girthy and lengthy cock. But Bojack achieved another success but at a high cost. And it wasn’t about her flesh at all.

“God, Diane, I think I’m gonna…” Bojack grunted again, grinding harder and harder against her inner muscles, feeling how the head of his horsecock finally flared, painfully pushing aside both walls of Diane’s pussy. He grasped harder both of the woman’s highly lifted legs, thrusting for a few times more. And after a moment that seemed to be like an eternity, he let out a low-pitched, hellish-sounding neigh.

The monstrous beast shot out several impossibly long ropes of thick cum directly into her womb, filling up her abdomen and increasing the already sizable bulge, which made Diane panic even more, along with her shallow breathing. With wide-opened eyes she could only watch how that beast ruined her slim body in just several minutes, not even mentioning all the damage he made to her mind and spirit.

A sudden thunderstike would be a perfect addition to the whole scene, but the clear starry sky still looked calm and mesmerizing, despite what was still happening below. Heavily panting and with last effort, Bojack eventually pulled out the gigantic piece of flesh, which spread around final droplets of pearly-white jizz which sunk onto the sand. Bojack eventually collapsed next to Diane’s ravaged and partially bruised body, slowly losing conscience. With blurred eyesight, he looked at her with a drunken smile.

“I truly love you, Diane. Thank you, for everything.” He said, before lying on the ground, letting out a snore right after. Diane sat next to the car with her knees up her chin, curled up in a defensive position, letting out a quiet sob, hoping that Mr. Peanutbutter would somehow appear from thin air to pick her up. But nobody came, only a grim realization.




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