“Argh, yeah!” he roared, pumping his shaft faster and faster before letting fly with a substantial load.
He feels like
He scrambled to get the lid off the jar, lifted it high and more or less threw the contents all over his own face, guzzling as much of it down as he could without slowing, then tossed the jar onto the pile with a glassy clank before grabbing another, yanking the lid off without even twisting it and this time coolly but rapidly pouring the entire half kilo of Chicken Tonight straight down his oesophagus.
More or less the same
“Oooh, yeah!” she said eagerly as though she’d been offered a sumptuous doughnut, but the only thing she’d been offered was a turgid stonker, and the only thing sumptuous about it was the way it pressed against her boundaries as it slid with increasing rapidity in and out of her twunge.