Ryan grabbed his cock to show Hina that he can also breed her, but suddenly his cock spurted his cum on his own hand. Ryan's leg gave out. He stumbled.
I was having a hard time holding back my laugh.
Pathetic.
Like a man intoxicated from some twisted sense of victory, Ryan staggered back up and, blinking with a bloody eye, with his wasted hand dripping with his own seed, mumbled, "Hina..." He was panting, "I am okay now... Look—my seed!"
It wasn't that he was angry about the waste. He was not concerned about the tribal regulations or the embarrassment of having spilled his spirit on the earth like an untaught child. No, he was joyful. Confident. As if this were one of those great milestones.
But then, as if taking a swipe at him, not merely going soft, his cock went so small that it was hard to tell it was still there, the foreskin hanging over it like a dilapidated, wrinkled hood.
