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Lilac Noon Swirl
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D, suck yourself off!
Pocket’s been through enough. You’re just gonna… suck it up and suck yourself… off…
No, let’s not kid yourself here. You’re too horny. Letting it go that easy was never an option.
B, ask Pocket for sex!
“Hey, Pocket.”
“Yep.”
“Do you wanna, uhm.”
“I mean I guess I can uhm. Uhm uhm uhm.”
“Sex.”
“You’re asking me for sex.”
“Uh, yeah.”
“You’re not just gonna flop down on top of me and start grinding away?”
“Well, you’ve already been through a lot…”
“And you’re not going to beg me either or anything your plan is to just be like hey can you lick my dong.”
“Uhm…”
“You just like. Think I’m going to hop on your belly and get to work because you asked and I mean not even asking nicely just asking.”
“But—”
“You’re pathetic. Get on your back.”
You roll over onto your back. Pocket climbs up onto your chest, her body this limp weight pressing down on four little points. She tickles your belly as she shuffles down to it.
“Are you actually going to—oh!”
Yeah, she’s going to. You can feel her little paws and mouth going to work on your business end. It feels okay. It isn’t penetration, though, like. You haven’t actually ever had penetrative sex. It’s mostly just been fooling around with Pocket, and you think you got drunk one time and did some stuff with all your mice.
Maybe you’re on the right track to fixing that though. You try to fantasize about that antsy wolf librarian who you totally put the moves on. Or the bear! She wants to see you again. Maybe even the cat? Can you fit it in a cat?
You barely notice your own orgasm, and Pocket slips off of you as soon as it happens, dripping with your spunk.
“I’m gonna find something to eat I’ll back later try to get some sleep.”
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