(Of course, she's not interested in stopping now, when she's only getting started. The poor boy's been pent up for way longer and only now is he giving it some attention. Mercedes almost thinks about asking, but the throbbing erection eager to soak the entire cockpit with precum speaks for itself. She's going in, she's brushing his member down with her tongue and even cleaning it up when it's so insistent on making a mess.
But she can't stop there. No, that'd be too easy. She'd already undressed him somewhat, so she can agree to play fair. His jacket sits on the floor, tossed aside and no longer needed, and a wiggle of the badger's hips suggests the same for her pants. Hands slip lower to undo her belt and buckle just enough so show off her dance moves once again. She doesn't just pull them down, oh no; each sway of her hips reveals more of her fur, her pants unable to hold on as they make their way closer and closer to the floor, leaving more of the Hesperian mercenary in plain sight.
All while giddily tending to Red's rocket, as if it were all part of a practiced routine...)
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But she can't stop there. No, that'd be too easy. She'd already undressed him somewhat, so she can agree to play fair. His jacket sits on the floor, tossed aside and no longer needed, and a wiggle of the badger's hips suggests the same for her pants. Hands slip lower to undo her belt and buckle just enough so show off her dance moves once again. She doesn't just pull them down, oh no; each sway of her hips reveals more of her fur, her pants unable to hold on as they make their way closer and closer to the floor, leaving more of the Hesperian mercenary in plain sight.
All while giddily tending to Red's rocket, as if it were all part of a practiced routine...)