Finally, another swampt visit.

The Goonimal's cock is flopping around coated in thick bog slop and the fen's peat is flowing in his veins. There's not a thought behind those eyes besides Penis Mud Slop Sex.

that's all that fucking matters. He's gone full Goonimal on this visit and we've saved it just to enjoy in the cold times we're in over on our side of the planet.

There isn't even a clear moment of giving up control. Its like the Bog called him and he droned out--a man possessed will give the best show.

You be the judge.