The straps will keep Ilima from getting off of the bench, but even the small motions cause the Growlithe to amp up his movements. It grunts and barks loudly, its knot bumping against Ilima's entrance again and again until it's finally pushed through and is too large to be pulled back out.

SLowly the Growlithe's thrusts slow and stop. It comes inside of Ilima, spurting strands of thin, hot come that are kept from leaking out by its swollen knot.

He Ming takes down the time of ejaculation. "Good work, both of you," he says, bending down to check again. The Growlithe stays in place for a few more seconds before turning around, its knotted cock turning and twisting in Ilima's ass but staying locked in place, still releasing semen. Ilima's release isn't of much importance to He Ming right now, though he checks for that, anyway.