"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?"
Feeling those claws dig into the meat of his thighs flipped a switch inside him and his grip on the imp's shoulder tightened. In a hushed whisper, more profanity moaned passed his beak as Blitzo pressed up into him. Fuck yes, he wanted more of that heat. But if this sensation persisted, he could already feel the fabric of his trousers growing damp.
"W-wait...." Stolas breathed. "... My pants. They will get soiled."
"You got the money to buy more, don't ya? I could rip these right off," Blitzo purred, letting his claw hook into the waistband of the pants and pull just enough to make a few threads snap. There was no denying he also wanted to go all out, but the way Stolas trembled with anticipation was so fucking hot, too.
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"Fuck yes... and you got such pretty legs, how about I fuck these thick thighs, huh?"
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"W-wait...." Stolas breathed. "... My pants. They will get soiled."
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