It didn't take long before the equine's load filled Quin. In a swift series of movements, Quin's muscular legs wrapped firmly around the other male's waist as he was pulled away from the wall gently falling so he hung from the other male's waist, cum pumping erection still in Quin. Carefully, the equine gripped Quin by the crook of his knees and pulled him away, his cock slipping free sloppily, but the jizzum remained. Quin in this movement had grabbed a nearly fist sized object from the floor and was now holding it to the other who took it with a chuckle and thrust with surprising force deep into Quin, who moaned loudly, quickly covering his mouth to muffle himself.<br/>The equine lowered Quin to the floor amidst the nets and things, wiped himself on a random jersey and tossed it on Quin's face with a grin before straightening himself and turning to leave with a soft spoken remake to Quin. The fox male was grinning contentedly as he moved the jersey from his face, watching the equine leave.