... to hum away to music in her head to do even more.
He knew he wouldn't last much longer with this, and began to pound her face harder, intent on covering the little slut in his cream. He bellowed as his legs
weakened and pulled her mouth away, her hand still stroking his base as he came all over her. Rather than cumming in short spurts, his jizz came out in a continuous
stream. It first hit her forehead and continued down her face and to her breast, her handjob jerking his dick side-to-side, spreading it beyond the line. Her face was
the hardest-hit, though, the man's abnormally potent load coating her face in thick jizz.
"Wow," he sighed. "That was great."
Dawn took some on her finger and licked it off. "You're telling me. You have a towel?"
"Sure," he said. "Anything after that."
Dawn hit Route 203 and took it slow. It wasn't even mid-morning, and she'd already had two sexual encounters. She had no idea this was what being a trainer would
comprise of; hell, she hadn't even had a battle yet.
But that changed quickly. There were a lot of trainers on Route 203 trying to prepare for the Oreburgh gym. Her Piplup cleaned the floor with most of them, though.
Most trainers just had Bidoofs or Starlies, nothing even remotely competitive for her Piplup. Her Bidoof also got a good work-out though.
The route also had a good share of wild p...