Did not know where I was running, but as long as it was away, I didn’t care. Instead of growing his knot outside, he crammed himself down my throat before his knot had begun to grow into its full size, and held it there, forcing my jaw to stretch out to accommodate this obscene intruder. After waterfalling semen out of me for a minute straight, I finally stopped, wiped my hand against my face, which did nothing since every inch of me was still coated, grit my teeth, and continued running until I found a stream. When he was in my ass, it was much easier to dent the pleasure I was feeling, given it was purely psychological, but when he crammed it into that quivering mess, it was quickly brought to the forefront. When his knot started to deflate, I became eager to get off this ride. As I felt time running out though, I frantically ground harder, as though I was beginning to run out of dicks and wanted them to last long enough until I was stated.
