REMEMBER DOD CENSORS LEWD WORDS, SO IF YOU SEE "SATAN" DRAW SANIC INSTEAD
Sonic gently caressed the carpacian's slick black shell as he rutted against his plush rump. Diamond Droog could feel the inner and outer rings of the hedgehog's flower-like penis head rubbing against his shell. Suddenly, he was breached. Droog's own pool cue wilted a bit at the shocking sensation.
"S-sonic-san," said DD, "I know you are an imbecilic, single-minded, low-life scum, but would it kill you to take it a little slower? This isn't a contest to see who can orgasm first, and besides you always fucking win that race anyways."
"No way man!" exclaimed Sonic. "GOTTA GO FAST!"
Droog, resigned to his fate as well as his mentally incapacitated life partner, leaned forward and thought of Derse. He wasn't some kind of fucking wimp, he could handle it.