[Even if Red did have any objections to voice, if they weren't suddenly silenced by the shudders he gave as Mercedes clutched and cradled those huge, heavy, seed-swollen orbs that sagged and sloshed between his thighs, then they were outright smothered between her asscheeks, and reduced to a series of conflicted murmurs muffled out from underneath her-- a series of warm, humid breaths breathed out against that sensitive little exit just under her tail.
The realization sunk in deep, and far too late: she was toying with him.
Not that it stopped his squirming under the grip of her thick, muscular thighs, of course... or nearly holding his breath even in his current, red-faced, compromised position. It was a matter of pride at this point, and he wasn't going to give this rival of his the satisfaction of making him him bend to her like this...! However intoxicating the scent of her may have been, and however ecstatic the touch of her hands slowly stroking his pride-- doggone it, he was going to make sure make sure he wouldn't so much as breathe in with his face stuffed up her stupid sweaty backside, let alone moan...!--
...but all it took was one such squeeze of her thighs, one such well-timed clench of her thick backside that dragged his nose straight to her tight little tailhole, and he couldn't help but suck in that long, deep breath right through his nose... with his nostrils already buried in her pucker.
Those hefty orbs in her hands suddenly sagged and swelled. His shaft was painfully erect in the blink of an eye, a hugely-swollen knot already bulging free from his sheath. And, to drive the point home that was already made well enough by the scalding-hot blush she could feel against her ass, a big, thick jet of precum fired straight up to splatter across her cheek.
The answer was immediate and obvious: Red's ego, it seemed, may not have been so quick to yield, but his body betrayed the pleasure in his predicament... and, stranger still, how much of it centered around that musky little tailhole of hers.]
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The realization sunk in deep, and far too late: she was toying with him.
Not that it stopped his squirming under the grip of her thick, muscular thighs, of course... or nearly holding his breath even in his current, red-faced, compromised position. It was a matter of pride at this point, and he wasn't going to give this rival of his the satisfaction of making him him bend to her like this...! However intoxicating the scent of her may have been, and however ecstatic the touch of her hands slowly stroking his pride-- doggone it, he was going to make sure make sure he wouldn't so much as breathe in with his face stuffed up her stupid sweaty backside, let alone moan...!--
...but all it took was one such squeeze of her thighs, one such well-timed clench of her thick backside that dragged his nose straight to her tight little tailhole, and he couldn't help but suck in that long, deep breath right through his nose... with his nostrils already buried in her pucker.
Those hefty orbs in her hands suddenly sagged and swelled. His shaft was painfully erect in the blink of an eye, a hugely-swollen knot already bulging free from his sheath. And, to drive the point home that was already made well enough by the scalding-hot blush she could feel against her ass, a big, thick jet of precum fired straight up to splatter across her cheek.
The answer was immediate and obvious: Red's ego, it seemed, may not have been so quick to yield, but his body betrayed the pleasure in his predicament... and, stranger still, how much of it centered around that musky little tailhole of hers.]