𝑩𝑳𝑨𝒁𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑼𝑹𝒀

𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑶

Already dropping down to his knees, soft carpet padding his legs. Face pressing /right/ up into Blaze's turgid shaft. . . Long, slippery tongue starting from the base, lapping up her monstrous shaft with gusto. Even cleaning her tip thoroughly once reaching it. "Mwuaaah. . . ~"

Gasping out as he felt some of that sticky goo splatter across his rear, giggling to himself as those /thick wobbleglobes/ clapped for her amusement. Though that was SUCH a waste of her precious ooze, no? Something tells him she'd prefer if his mouth cleaned it all off. . . ~ 💖

"I, uhh. . . I suppose I /could/ help you. Be a dear and lock the door real quick. . . ?" He was having a hard time keeping his composure; cheeks are blood red, his own shaft was throbbing in excitement. . . Offering up the couch for her to get comfy.

Door swinging wide open, revealing a somewhat small room with a couch and a desk. Somehow he manages to keep comfy in here. . . Helps that there's a built-in mini fridge.

/Siiiiigh/. . . Come to the back, he'll address her. . . Horniness in his own way. 💧

It's rude not to wear proper clothing out and about. He has to clean up the pre off the floor and cushions later. . . 😤