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No. 92420
Aquabanian!MCRobot. All dat human Jimmy.
The Commander swaggered out of the surf, his grass skirt sagging wetly around his hips.
“Look what I got!” He beamed, holding a large fish by its tail. It flopped energetically until he skewered it with a stick and set it by the fire.
“You did well.”
He sat down tiredly, beads of water running off him into the sand. “Yeah I did. So, you want to give your brave hunter-gatherer some love? I deserve it, you know.” He grinned.
Jimmy pushed him down with a laugh, warm sand yielding under the curve of his back. He settled on his pelvis, looming huge and blocking out the sun before removing his helmet and leaning down over him. Jimmy felt the flutter in his chest as he ran a hand up to cup his jaw, thumbing at his stubble. He tasted like the sea when they kissed. The Commander curled his fingers up through Jimmy’s short hair, pulling him closer, his tongue warm and eager in his mouth. Jimmy moved to mouth at his jaw, his ear and nuzzled deep into the dampness of his neck, sighing as he felt him start to harden underneath him. His skin prickled when wet hands started grasping at his back, fingers gripping into him needily when their cocks brushed together. Smiling, he dipped lower to grind against him, shivering at the muted spark of dry friction. He rocked his hips downward, dicks sliding and rubbing against each other awkwardly.
“Don’t tease.” He groaned, trying to buck underneath him.
Jimmy agreed breathily in his ear and sat himself upright, the fronds of his skirt stuck wetly across his belly and thighs. His erection curved upwards out of the dried grass, precome beading at the tip. He spat in his palm before shuffling closer, soft gasps huffed out in synchrony when Jimmy grasped their cocks in his hand. They slid slickly together as he stroked, each feeling the throb and pulse of the other. The Commander shifted underneath him and tried to grind against Jimmy’s cock, his weight pinning him, stopping him from moving fully. Feeling him shift, Jimmy nodded and started to rock his hips, thrusting into the crowded wetness of his hand, rubbing himself against his di
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