Ilima really is becoming wet very quickly. He Ming moves to stand behind him and the bench. After putting on gloves he smooths his hands over Ilima's rear, squeezing his soft ass and thighs a few times before inserting two fingers into his ass.

"You'd be ready for another litter," He Ming comments, half to himself. He won't do it, of course, it'd endanger the pups already growing inside of him. "I didn't think you'd be so fertile! It's a good thing, you know."