>>50714842As you slide all the way down to the opening of his slit, his prehensile dick starts to wrap itself around your arm—almost like a swollen tentacle or something. You can feel it twitching; it's not just his cock, but his whole body that's starting to react to the sensations that you're imposing on him. Every stroke of your hand up and down his cock makes him sing a different note, and the more you do it, the more his tune goes from off-key to simply unrecognizable.
He's clearly at his limit, reaching a state of utter ecstasy; his vocal chords are overwhelmed and his song becomes nothing but a mess of random notes—and then, when the last note is sung, he bursts. With a final grunt, he unleashes a torrent of semen, and the water around him becomes a cloud of milky white liquid that lingers in the sea like a fog, coating everything in sight.
As his orgasmic concerto reaches a close, the Primarina's cock deflates and your arm is released from its grip. The song then dies down, the chorus is gone, and all that's left is the sound of waves lapping against the pier.
When you regain your composure, you look around, but you can't see the Primarina anywhere; the only sign that he was ever there is the trail of milky white fluid that's been left behind—it's like he was never there at all. All that's left to remind you of your encounter is the song, lingering in your head as you head back inside.
if you read this far you're gay, no coping allowed 