[And, at first, he was quite pleased to make the most of what his rival had thrust upon him, all rough, kneading squeezes and horny, clumsy groping from hips to tail, and absolutely everything between them. But once she'd pressed back with his shaft between her juicy cheeks, and that little sway in her hips became a motion that buried him deep and stroked every inch of him... well. Who was he to argue with her?]
H-haah... If... this is how you're gonna use... this fat butt of yours...
[Releasing his grip, it was back to sinking into his own seat, his hands moving to the armrests and nearly digging holes into it with his claws. Every little push back, every slow, methodical drag of soft assflesh and warm pucker against his cock bringing a shaky breath into his throat, a deep pulse running through his shaft... a gentle tug and tightening in his sack. And even an incidental brush of her tail against his face only served to make him shudder that much moreso, his hips jumping up off the seat to try and wedge himself even more snugly between that beautiful badger's beautiful backside.]
I'm gonn-- hnff--...! ... hafta... defeat you more often...!
[Maybe it was for the best that, with Mercedes' motions guiding back into the pulsing rhythm of his own bliss, those cocky little quips started getting broken up with bouts of hot, steamy breaths and open-mouthed panting...]
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[And, at first, he was quite pleased to make the most of what his rival had thrust upon him, all rough, kneading squeezes and horny, clumsy groping from hips to tail, and absolutely everything between them. But once she'd pressed back with his shaft between her juicy cheeks, and that little sway in her hips became a motion that buried him deep and stroked every inch of him... well. Who was he to argue with her?]
H-haah... If... this is how you're gonna use... this fat butt of yours...
[Releasing his grip, it was back to sinking into his own seat, his hands moving to the armrests and nearly digging holes into it with his claws. Every little push back, every slow, methodical drag of soft assflesh and warm pucker against his cock bringing a shaky breath into his throat, a deep pulse running through his shaft... a gentle tug and tightening in his sack. And even an incidental brush of her tail against his face only served to make him shudder that much moreso, his hips jumping up off the seat to try and wedge himself even more snugly between that beautiful badger's beautiful backside.]
I'm gonn-- hnff--...! ... hafta... defeat you more often...!
[Maybe it was for the best that, with Mercedes' motions guiding back into the pulsing rhythm of his own bliss, those cocky little quips started getting broken up with bouts of hot, steamy breaths and open-mouthed panting...]