At this point, the bulge of flesh at the base of the gnoll's cock is practically holding you in place as he thrusts, and each motion of his hips causes you to slide back and forth a bit on the straw, your legs swinging like pendulums in their restraints.<br/><br/>For his part, the gnoll has stopped talking as well, conversation and taunting giving way to primal grunts and snarls as his pace continues to quicken, driving your hips down into the straw. Unbelievably, his knot actually seems to be swelling<em>more </em>as he gets closer to his release, pressing outwards against the walls of your sex and throbbing wildly inside of you...