"Hhhoo-oooohhh, fuck," Blitzo cussed, a dopey smile crossing his rapidly heating face. Behind him, his tail curled and coiled restlessly. Those pretty bird thighs around him, straddling him... and they're squishy, when he squeezes them for balance and grinds up against Stolas' groin.

"Fuck yes... and you got such pretty legs, how about I fuck these thick thighs, huh?"