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Hook It Up

Story by kersync

Written by Olivia Opossum

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It was a crisp evening downtown.

The valley's night air felt electric, fresh, and filled with possibility. A clear, black sky displayed a dazzling array of stars as the light blue moonlight illuminated the vacant city streets. Wet asphalt reflected the atmosphere like a still pond.

It was well after midnight. The shops were closed, the streets were empty, and not one pedestrian could be seen on the sidewalks. The night was quiet and still.

When suddenly-

“WOO!!!"

A speeding limousine zoomed down the road, with a roaring engine and the hollering of two ditsy ducks!

“YEAH!!" They shouted in unison, delightfully emulating the glamorous life of superstars. The two were having the time of their life, and enjoying an exciting end to a wonderful date.

One wouldn't even guess that they just met.

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Earlier That Morning…

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Ding!

She heard the shrill sound of the 'ring for service' bell at the front counter, but her mind had thankfully learned to tune it out. The avian had been working diligently on a rather large order, already countless pages in, and copying the last few, all the while chewing her trusted pink bubblegum.

Ding, Ding, Ding!!

She paid it no mind and as she finished her task, setting the scanned pages aside and adjusting the copier to the correct settings before beginning the next batch.

Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding!!!

Tina was just too done to be annoyed at this point. She turned around from the back of the shop and walked up to the front counter, finally getting a look at the obnoxious jerk who'd been slapping the bell.

It was a duck.

Much like herself.

This duck, however, was a male. He bore a striking black coat of feathers with a dark orange beak, a sharp contrast to her gentle blonde coloration and bright yellow beak.

He was dressed in clothing that was borderline feminine, sporting tight designer jeans with no pockets, a vibrant purple v-neck shirt, with an expensively uncomfortable-looking blue cardigan draped over his slender shoulders and lithe frame. Lastly, a small messenger bag was slung over his left arm.

It had a custom etching on the front of it.

'WIZARD STUFF'

His feather hair looked like it had been meticulously styled to be the picture-perfect ratio of messy and suave. Some feathers strayed over the brown eyes which stared fiercely into hers, as if offended he'd have to be waiting for so long.

“Would be kinda cute if he wasn't being an asshole." She thought.

She did admit to herself she might have been staring a second or two longer than necessary.

“Can I help you?" She asked, her voice tired and dripping with a sarcastically friendly tone one would develop after being subjugated to the tortuous job of customer service for years.

“Daffy. Picking up my business cards." He stated professionally.

Tina looked down behind the counter and quickly found his order, bringing up the box to the register. She'd noticed the occupation info on the printed business cards.

'Certified Wizard'

She chuckled and scanned the box, ringing him up.

“How's the wizard business going?" She asked, somewhat amused.

“Great." He stated matter-of-factly, “Lots of magic, spells, things like that."

She looked at the total on the computer monitor, noting that the cards themselves had every add-on they offered, from raised type, reflective border, and an organic, aromatic cardstock.

“That'll be two hundred and fifteen dollars." She states.

“That seems awfully high." He remarks.

He looks around before turning back to the register, closing his eyes shut, and appearing to focus extremely hard.

“…Priceo…Reduceo…" he whispers.

Tina stared at him with an unamused expression, blowing and popping a bubble before continuing to loudly chew her gum.

He opens his eyes, looks at the total on the screen, and notices it's completely unaffected. He grunts in frustration.

“Will you take a check?"

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That Afternoon…

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The Copy Place was lifeless as usual, the printer whirring nonstop as a forever-bored Tina stared at the warm papers gliding out into the tray.

She'd heard someone enter the store, but she decided to stay where she was and finish her current order before tending to another annoying customer.

After labeling the box and putting it aside for pickup, she let out a yawn and did a satisfying stretch.

“Is there any more coffee?" She mused.

The new customer then cleared their throat, clearly trying to get her attention.

She rolled her eyes. As she approached the counter, she recognized the customer as the duck from earlier.

She found herself unusually intrigued to see him, and somewhat impressed he'd politely got her attention without slamming the bell repeatedly.

He stood before her with a completely different demeanor this time. He looked around and rubbed his neck, avoiding her eyes as he began to speak.

“Uh, I-I'm not sure if you remember me…"

“You're the wizard, right?" She cut in.

“You do remember me!" He was joyfully surprised, his eyes lighting up with pride.

“How can I forget?" She answered warmly, before reaching behind the counter.

“Your check bounced." She stated bluntly, holding it up in all its red-stamped glory.

“What?" He feigned shock.

“I'm gonna have to have a serious talk with my financial advisor." He reached into his small shoulder bag.

“This should take care of it."

He pulled out a bright orange credit card and placed it on the counter. Tina stared quizzically at it, noting the carrot pattern and the name that clearly wasn't his.

She rolled her eyes and slid the card through the register and processed the transaction, grabbing the receipt as it came out and placing both items on the counter in front of him.

She looked back up to see him not particularly concerned about the purchase but fidgeting around and visibly working up the courage to ask a question.

“So, uh, Tina…" He started, glancing at her name tag to make sure he got it right. She winced. She hated the name tags, being forced to a first-name basis with complete strangers. It was always weird. He continued.

“I was wondering if, by any chance, you're not doing anything tonight, which you probably are because you're not ugly, but if for some reason you're not, would you, maybe, possibly, no pressure if you can't, just wondering, you know, would you like to go out with me? Maybe?"

Tina stared at Daffy.

He looked up to her, slouching and tentatively touching the tips of his fingers together. He was tense and braced up as if he was expecting a punch in the face. His whole story was written in his body language.

“Wow." She reflected.

He seemed uncomfortable with the brief second of silence, so he decided to continue with the word-vomit.

“At-at The Sunset Room. Restaurant. The Sunset Room Restaurant. Five-star restaurant. Its-its on the hill overlooking the skyline- you know that one, right? Sun always glares off the windows and causes traffic on the I-10? Very classy. Great food. Also got a dance floor. We can eat there together. Not on the dance floor, the-uh…"

Her smile grew.

“That actually sounds…not boring…" Tina thought to herself.

“Yeah, I'd love to." She answered.

“Well, you can't blame a guy for trying." He immediately replied, turning around and walking towards the door.

“I said," Tina called out, loudly annunciating her words, “I'd love to go out with you."

He quickly spun around and stared at her with visible confusion.

“Really?!" He nearly shouted in shock, coming back over to the counter.

“Yeah, It'll be fun." She nonchalantly replied.

“Great!" He nodded with glee. He looked down and grabbed 'his' credit card and receipt from the counter, shoving them into his small shoulder bag...

“Pretty sure I've owned that same purse. Looks better on him."

Before he left, he retrieved one of his brand-new business cards and threw it at her.

“Here! Call me, I can pick you up at eight!"

Clearly, it was meant to be suave but the speed was an issue and she barely caught it before it could hit her in the face.

She looked up to see he was already out the door, running down the street and out of her view.

“Is he skipping? Like a cartoon?"

Tina smirked playfully, feeling thankful for this shake-up to her monotonous life working full-time at The Copy Place.

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That Night…

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She uncaringly finished her shift and drove home to get ready for her impromptu blind date with a random weirdo.

“A cute random weirdo." She thought.

As she browsed her closet, she was reminded how frequently she bought nice clothes to wear for weekends and special occasions, and how infrequently she actually was able to attend.

It was a frustrating, lonely feeling to be left out of the fun. Checking social media to see her friends having the time of their lives at clubs, shows, and bars, and nearly every night?! It certainly didn't help.

The usual feeling of emptiness was returning.

“Well, I gotta work," She reminded herself. “I can't do whatever I want. I got bills. I gotta work to live!"

She let out a deep guttural groan, and a sigh of defeat. Her shoulders began to slump.

Then something caught her eye.

Back in the corner of her closet, all the way at the end of the rack, something glimmered. Her eyes caught a sparkle. She moved all the clothes out of the way.

Revealed before her was a dress that sparked fond memories of old flames. It was black, satin, adorned with beautiful sequins that reflected and amplified light at every angle. Scandalously long thigh slits ran along the sides. Two extremely thin straps held it all up, and the hem was fiendishly low-cut.

If 'overkill' was a dress, this was it.

“Haven't worn that in years. It was tight even back then! I'd be bursting out of it now…"

She paused and thought of how her blind date would react if she showed up in this.

…

Tina started laughing.

“Hahaha! He was a total mess just asking me out! If he saw all this, He'd- he'd probably just explode or something."

She grew excited at the notion. Blood pumped through her veins. She felt excited. Happy, even!

“I may have to work to live…"

She pulled the dress out of the closet.

“But tonight, I'm just gonna live."

She devilishly decided to go overkill with it.

After a long, exfoliating shower, she put on one of the few sets of bra and panties she owned that actually matched. They were a light pink that wonderfully complimented the soft yellow of her body. She then expertly styled her vibrant hazel-brown feather hair to be a picture-perfect silky smooth masterpiece, as well as going all-in with her date night makeup, following a previously-favorited tutorial for menacingly seductive eyeliner routine.

Finally, she squeezed into her flawless black dress. It was a tight fit, but still somewhat comfortable. Her cleavage was bursting out proudly. She posed in front of her full-body mirror and felt a rush of confidence and excitement. After completing her outfit with appropriate heels and jewelry picked out, she gave her date a call.

He picked up on the first ring, and immediately asked for her address, sounding extremely eager and only kind of creepy. After relaying the appropriate information, they exchanged a few awkward pleasantries before hanging up. Tina headed outside, her pride welling up. She was wickedly excited to blow the mind of this 'weird little dude' completely.

She'd been waiting outside for less than five minutes before a pristine white limousine came around the street corner. Standing up through the sunroof was the weird little dude in question.

He was rapidly waving to her, only slowing down as the car pulled up in front of her. As the limo approached, Daffy was able to get a better look at Tina, and his jaw dropped. Blood rushed to his face, his cheeks burning a bright red. He lost his footing and fell down inside the car, causing his head to comically disappear from view.

She heard a bump, and a muffled expletive. She chuckled and approached the side door.

It opened quickly, revealing a slightly disheveled Daffy. She looked him over.

He was wearing a dark purple button-up dress shirt and extremely tight turquoise jeans. However the focus of her attention was his face - a blush over his cheeks, a bead of sweat running down his head, and she couldn't help but notice his pupils were furiously trying to maintain eye contact. It was a losing battle. As she climbed into the leather seats, she caught him coyly looking her over. She closed the door behind her and turned to him. He nervously looked around, adjusting his collar. She was savoring his reactions.

They promptly made their way to the fanciest restaurant in town, The Sunset Room. She'd never actually been there before and was absolutely amazed when they entered the restaurant. The decor was immaculate, the interior was elegantly cavernous, and they even had cloth napkins!

As they sat down at their secluded table by the vast window overlooking the beautiful nightlife of the valley below, Tina was thoroughly impressed by this date so far. She looked over the fancy leather-bound menu, fascinated that they didn't even list the prices next to the food.

“One of those places, huh?"

“You are a beautiful, beautiful woman," He elegantly said.

She felt a cozy, warm pride.

“You are the epitome of grace, style, and femininity."

She grew apprehensive, finding his speech to be somewhat odd.

“You are my best friend." He continued.

“I'm your best friend?" She interrupted, “We just met."

“Oh, uh, hold on," He appeared flustered, looking down at his menu and running his eyes all across it.

“When I'm with you, every day is Valentine's Day. Except for the real Valentine's Day, which we will now call Super Valentine's Day." He rambled, his eyes not looking up from the menu.

“Are you reading something?" She snapped.

“N-no! I mean-" He studdered.

Tina grabbed his menu, turning it towards her, only to have a wrinkled piece of notebook paper slide out of it. She grabbed it and read the title.

“What All Women Want To Hear?!" She read, “What woman wants to hear stuff like this?"

Daffy looked away, flustered and ashamed.

She felt a little bad.

“You're a grown-up," She started, her voice affectionately educating the nervous duck, “You don't need a script. Let's just get to know each other. Tell me about yourself!" She encouraged.

“Okay, uh, well. What do you want to know? I'm rich, very rich. But a do-gooder," He began, his artificial confidence coming back up.

“I help poor people, orphans, whales. You know, that's-..."

“Look if you're not gonna tell me about yourself," She interrupted. “Let me take a shot. You're an insecure little weirdo who lies about everything, and probably cries himself to sleep every night."

“Wow. You're good. Well," He got up from his seat, “I guess this date's over." He guiltily shrugged and began to leave.

“Hey!" She called out to him. “Get back here. Relax. It's not over."

Daffy sat back down. “But you said all those horrible, true things about me!"

Tina chuckled and thought for a minute, before bringing her hands up to explain.

“You're like an abandoned building that ought to be condemned. You know, busted windows, rats running around, a real nasty sewage situation. But maybe, if the right person got ahold of it and cleaned it up, maybe they could take that disgusting building and turn it into something not so disgusting."

“Are you that person?" He asked, a raw, emotional hopeful glimmer in his eyes.

“Lucky for you, I like a project."

“And am I a digusting building?"

“Yeah," She said, her voice warm.

“That is the nicest thing that anyone has ever said about me!" Daffy looked utterly happy.

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The rest of the date went wonderfully smoothly, once Tina was able to get Daffy to be honest about himself. They indulged in delicious food, and danced on the restaurant's immaculate dance floor, all the while laughing and enjoying each other's company. After a while, Tina's nerves had loosened up as she found the duck to be an endless source of comedy. A few fun, quick hours at the restaurant went by, they made their way back to the limousine. And waiting inside for them, they found a large bottle of champagne.

“Hey, wanna drink this and ride this limo all around down?" Daffy asked.

“Hook it up!" Tina hooted.

Daffy's mouth dropped open in a surprised smile. “You say that too?! I say that all the time!!" Daffy laughed hysterically, prompting Tina to laugh harder in return, unable to hold back her embarrassing snort-laughter.

“Ha! You sound like a pig!!" He teased. And they laughed more.

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Now…

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“That's the best date I've ever had with a wizard." Tina chuckles.

Daffy looks at her for a second, and then casts his eyes down. He fidgets for a second, appearing a bit downcast.

"There's something I should tell you…" He says, his features becoming stern.

She begins to worry.

“I'm not really a wizard." He says with complete seriousness in his voice.

She chuckles. Then chuckles harder. And then begins to laugh hysterically. Daffy joins in.

Leaning through the sunroof with champagne in each hand, the limo's speed provided maximum adrenaline, and the crisp air breezed through the birds' feathers as they coasted down Sunset Boulevard. The two had been thoroughly enjoying every second of this complimentary ride so far.

And then abruptly-

SCREECH! SLAM!

With a shrill squeal of the brakes, the limo came to a hard stop. The momentum sends Daffy flying forward, slamming his face and beak against the cold roof.

“PfhlfUCK!!!" He exclaims.

The whiplash then knocks him backward, and he falls down into the interior of the limousine, hitting the floor with a painful thud. His audible groans of pain were quickly drowned out by the sound of the femme duck's hysterical laughter.

“Hahaha! You… Ya-haha, Oh, Fuck…"

Tina laughs, wheezes, and snorts so hard that the yellow feathers on her face blush a bright red. She opens the limo door and stumbles out onto the sidewalk, almost losing her balance and falling over in her laughter-drunk state.

Meanwhile, Daffy suffers a hurt beak, tooth, tongue, and ego. His blood boils with a heated rage, not directed at his date, of course. In fact - he quite enjoyed her loud, obnoxious laughter, finding it 'annoyingly hilarious'. His rage is directed at the chauffeur.

Picking himself up off the floor of the limousine, he steps out of the car and theatrically stomps his way over to the driver's side window. Before he could even get halfway there, the tires squeal and the vehicle speeds off in a cloud of dusty asphalt.

“You piece of trash!! I'm gonna call your boss and get you fired!!!"

Of course, he makes sure to yell loudly and stomp dramatically. Tina wheezes and laugh-snorts harder, clutching her sides as her entire body painfully begs for air.

“Hahaha, oh man, can't breathe, it hurts…"

“Yeah, well I hurts," Daffy chuckles, looking over at Tina. “That's karma for ya-"

Tina manually closes his beak.

“Sss-shut up, lemme catch my breath."

Daffy recoils.

“Ow! Hey, that stings!"

She continues giggling and turns around to survey the area. It appears the limo driver had dumped them both at Tina's apartment. The original plan was to stop here and drive Daffy home afterward.

“I guess that complimentary limo only makes one stop, huh?" Tina muses, beginning the walk towards her apartment complex, with Daffy following close behind. He pays no mind to her inquiry, though.

“Do you think I can sue that limo guy for a new beak?"

“Absolutely. Go for it."

“You're my witness, tell the jury that the accident was horrific!"

“I'll tell 'em it was hilarious."

Within a few minutes, they finally reach her door. Tina fishes the keys from her clutch purse, inserts the key, unlocks the door, and finally turns to face the man beside her.

“Well Daffy, I really had fun. Guess I'll see you-"

Before she could finish, Daffy nonchalantly slips past her and into her apartment. He carelessly struts across the living room and into the kitchen, opening the freezer and rummaging through the contents.

“Hey! What the-? You can't come in, I didn't invite you!"

“So what? I'm not a vampire."

Daffy pulls out a small bag of frozen peas and holds it against his beak. As it made contact, he moaned in pleasure, and his eyes lid shut.

“Aahhhh, that's better…"

He then walks over and sits down on her couch, kicking off his shoes, sprawling out his legs, and getting shamelessly comfortable.

“Hmm, decent couch. I've had comfier."

“Daffy. I didn't say you could come into my apartment. Ya can't just stroll into a girl's place after the first date!"

“Well excuse me, Tina, but I required medical attention! I'm injured. See!?"

He points to the frozen bag of peas that covered his beak and face.

Tina rolls her eyes and lets out a frustrated grunt.

He was annoying, but for some reason, she didn't really feel like telling him to leave.

With a sigh, she closed the front door behind her.

She lingered on a stray thought for a moment and chuckled to herself. She locks the door.

She turns back to Daffy, who now had his feet up on her coffee table.

“Injured, huh?"

“Absolutely. Massive pain."

“Relax, I've got just the thing."

After awkwardly stepping out of her date-night high heels, Tina walks into the kitchen and pulls out a bottle of her usual supermarket-brand wine from the fridge. She then grabs a couple of glasses and makes her way to the couch. She sits down, sets them on the coffee table, and pours a generous amount into each glass. Daffy has the frozen peas over his face and is too busy feigning injuries to notice.

She takes a moment to observe him. His dark purple dress shirt had been slightly unbuttoned, and his turquoise tight-fit jeans were…very tight-fitting. The ebony duck had quite the curvaceous form - his wide hips and thick, ample thighs almost rivaling Tina's.

“Almost." She chuckled at the thought, grabbing the wine glasses and offering one to Daffy.

“Here, drink up."

Daffy leans up, tosses the frozen peas aside, and grabs the glass.

“Well, root beer does soothe the beak…"

Daffy takes a massive gulp of the wine. He immediately spits it back into his glass.

“Blech! That's the worst root beer I've ever had! What is this, instant?"

“It isn't root beer, it's wine. You drink it and you feel better."

Daffy chugs his whole glass.

“It didn't work," He deadpans.

“Give it a second, will ya?"

Tina pours him another glass of the cheap wine. Daffy starts to gulp again, but Tina stops him.

“Easy! This is wine! Ya don't chug wine. Ya chug beer!"

“You think I don't know that? I chug root beer every morning!"

“Is that all you drink?"

“Pretty much. Is this all you drink?"

“Pretty much."

They both chuckled.

Daffy's phone buzzes. He checks it.

“Ah. Text from Bugs. Wants to know where I'm at. I gotta reply."

“Your roommate?"

“Yeah."

“Alright."

Tina pulls out her own phone and checks through her messages and notifications in the meantime.

A few minutes pass as they sit in silence, tap away at their devices and finish the wine in their glasses.

Daffy then lazily tosses his phone to the coffee table in front of them. He reaches over and takes the bottle of wine. He fills his glass to the absolute brim, then carelessly gets up off the couch and begins browsing Tina's apartment. It miraculously doesn't overflow and spill.

“So what else do you have planned for me tonight?" He asks.

“Excuse me?" Tina is taken aback. “You asked me out!"

Daffy took a gulp. “You invited me in."

“I didn't-"

Daffy flips through Tina's vinyl records.

“Not a bad collection! I've seen better. Like mine. Mine's better."

Tina chuckles, feeling the familiar warm buzz of the wine beginning to set in, just as the champagne's effects from earlier were diminishing.

“Such a sweet-talker. Have you ever been in a woman's apartment before?

“Hundreds of times. You know, Wizard Business."

Tina laughs. “Yeah, you're definitely in-“

“Sane!" Daffy says, pulling out a colorful record.

“What?" Tina deadpanned.

“Let's spend the night together!"

“What?!" She exclaimed.

“One of my favorites…" He says, finishing his wine.

“Back up….you want to spend the night?!"

Daffy pulls out the record and places the vinyl on the player. He turns up the volume on the small connected speaker.

A wild array of synthesizers, guitars, drums, and a frantic piano begin to play.

Tina recognizes the song.

“…oh."

“Let's Spend The Night Together! David Bowie!! Aladdin Sane!"

“Y-yeah that's a good one," Tina mumbles, her face blushing as she recovers from the flurry of thoughts that entered her head a few seconds ago.

After another few generous sips of wine, she sits back and takes a deep breath, enjoying the relaxing inebriation.

The music's vocals kick in, and Tina turns to see Daffy dancing to the music. Very energetically, enthusiastically, and…sensually.

Tina immediately starts laughing, snorting, and hiccuping.

Daffy pays her no mind, as he continues to vibe out to his favorite album.

Tears well up in her eyes again. She can't stop laughing.

After a minute, she catches her breath just in time to see Daffy complete his performance.

She claps and whistles, and Daffy does a dramatic bow, before turning to lower the volume.

“There you go. Dinner and a show. For free!" He declares smugly. “Free!"

“I'm very lucky." Tina laughs.

“So earlier, you said 'I'm the best you've had?" Daffy inquires, taking a seat on the couch next to her.

Tina chortles, then noticed he was sitting a bit closer this time. And sweaty. He smelled like wine and cheap cologne, but mostly sweat. She liked it.

“I believe I said, 'This is the best date I've had with a wizard.'"

“Yeah, well I already told you I wasn't a wizard." He begins to add it up.

“So this is your best date ever with anyone, right?!" He asks victoriously, as if he'd won a prize.

Tina laughs again. “Well, is this yours?"

“Without a doubt." He begins, “Though it didn't really feel like a date, it actually felt fun."

“Yeesh, how bad were your other dates?"

“Really bad."

Daffy retrieves his wine glass, pours himself another drink, and looks around the apartment. Tina takes another sip as well. She felt like she was falling behind, and debated on another refill.

“Nice place. How much did it cost?"

Tina spits out her wine and laughs.

“Hahaha-You don't ask that! Ask me a normal question!"

“What do you mean?"

“Normal questions. Like, what's your favorite color?"

“That's a stupid question. The best color is dusty rose."

“Dusty rose?"

Daffy nods.

“What's dusty rose?" She asked.

“It's an elegant blend of soft red and purple hues, resulting in a combination of beautiful and romantic pastel pink tones-"

“So, pink?" She deadpans.

Daffy scoffs. “I can see how a simple-minded individual could come to that conclusion, but no. You see-"

Tina becomes annoyed again. A diabolical idea comes to mind, and her slightly inebriated brain demands she act on it instantly.

“This'll shut him up…" She muses.

Daffy continues. “Creative minds could clearly see that Dusty rose is much more. It's-"

“So like, this?" She interrupts.

He turns to see that she's pulled down the hem of her black dress, right below her brassiere - revealing a lacy bra that was the color of soft pink.

Needless to say, it did shut him up.

The duck's ebony face flushes a bright red. His eyes grew to saucers and he literally began to salivate.

He stares shamelessly, drinking in the view before him as if he'd been without water for days.

Two hefty yellow breasts were pushed up in a vivid pink bra. The mounds glistened with sweat - highlighting their wholeness and sphericity.

Tina chuckles, feeling victorious. Her action had achieved the intended effect. She admires his facial features as he sits there speechless, eyes widened, and mouth agape.

“God, he's such a cute fucking dork."

He looks down at her breasts in shock. Then back up, meeting her gaze with a look of confusion and fear. Then back down in admiration. Then back up at her in bewilderment. Then back down in a lustful hunger.

She watches as he slowly, finally begins to move after being frozen still for so long. He carefully places his wine glass on the coffee table, all the while never taking her eyes off of her. His arm then slowly moves forward, before slowing to a stop.

He looks up at her.

“You're not going to slap me, are you?" He asks.

Tina giggles, then merely shakes her head 'No.'

He reaches forward and gingerly places his hand upon her right breast.

The tight tension in his body instantly dissipates. He shudders at the contact, letting out a hot exhale through his panting mouth.

This moment went on for minutes. Tina relishes in the worship. She feels praised, powerful, and gorgeous, and most of all she feels so good.

His thumb tentatively slides across, feeling the circumference of the exposed flesh, then sliding back across the textured bra.

As she observed his extremely timid movements and trance-like hypnotic gaze upon her breasts, she soon became aware of something.

“It's like the lil guy's never seen a pair of tits before…" She muses. “This is probably the first time he's ever done this.“

She felt some sympathy at first, but then recalled his obnoxious personality, and it made perfect sense.

She grabs his other hand, brings it close, and places it upon her left breast.

He audibly gasps. He shudders again, his beak opening in a dopey smile.

Seeing that, seeing his intense emotional response - fills her with a fulfilling pride.

And it fueled her fire.

Tina got up and adjusted her position on the couch. Daffy's hands instantly detach themselves from her chest, for fear he has done something wrong. She got on her knees on the cushions, and pulled Daffy's legs up from the floor, effectively converting his sitting position to a laying one. Daffy scoots back, propping himself up on his elbows - just as Tina swings her leg over and straddles him. She then grabs his hands and places them back where they were. Daffy huffed, and his fingers slowly and shyly began exploring again.

Tina places her hands on either side of his head and leans closer to him. His feathers are remarkably soft. Her lidded eyes give him a playful, challenging stare.

Daffy nervously chuckled.

He squeezed.

Tina exhaled excitedly.

He continues, groping harder with each grab. She watched his face - it displayed the utmost amazement. With the warm buzz of the drinks and the fun flowing through her relaxed body, she thoroughly enjoyed watching this weirdo fondle her brassiered breasts.

He seemed a bit too eager for his own good, though.

“That all you got?" She teased.

His eyes shoot up to meet hers, and his dopey grin disappears. His self-indulgent face turns to fear, displaying anxiety..

Daffy decides to take her up on that challenge.

He leaned and quickly tapped his beak against hers, quickly recoiling afterward. He looked at her to gauge her reaction.

He was such an expressive individual. She could read his face and know everything that was going through his head.

“He has no idea what he is doing, and he has never gotten this far. Why is that really hot to me?"

She enjoyed the attempted kiss and was especially fond of his submissive demeanor. He was definitely letting her take the lead. The power was all hers in this dynamic. That thoroughly fueled her fire further.

She leans in, at a deliberate and devilishly slow pace, reveling in his nervous anticipation. As her eyes fluttered closed, his grew wider.

She was about to kiss him. For real.

With all the experience she'd had over the years, she knew how to make beak-to-beak kissing work. The thin ridges on the outer rim of the beak were indeed sensitive, much like lips, but weren't as soft. However, the long length of the beak provided that much more room for pleasure.

She met his beak, the tip of hers softly touching his.

Daffy shudders once more, this time letting out an extremely pathetic whimper, inciting a short giggle from Tina. The edges of Tina's beak smoothly slid along his, moving forward inch by inch until their mouths were completely connected.

Daffy lays still, exhaling through his nostrils and moving his hands up from her plump breasts up to her head. His fingers ruffle through her smooth, silky hazel hair.

Tina pushes forward, locking beaks in another deep kiss, followed by some soft tentative ones, and finally some more deep, wet, indulgent ones.

She presses her curvaceous form further down upon him. He slowly falls back into the couch cushions, his head resting on a throw pillow behind him. Her hands no longer propped herself up, but instead found themselves cradling around Daffy's head, running her fingers through his sleek hair and tightly gripping it, forcefully shoving his head against hers.

She was enjoying this very much.

The first few exploratory kisses had done their job, but now Tina was hungry. She kissed him again, sliding her beak directly into his. Her thirsty saliva-coated tongue met his.

He gasped.

First a gentle lick along his length, then she softly bit down on it, trapping it in place while she began to suck on it.

He moaned in a soft whimper.

She suckled more of it, eventually reaching down to its base - putting the majority of it in her mouth and down her throat. After gently gnawing on it for a minute or two, she pulled back and broke the kiss for air.

Daffy gasped, wheezed, and coughed. He licked his beak and took several deep breaths.

“You alright?" She asked.

Daffy nodded rapidly in an eager frenzy.

She smirked and went back down to business - kissing, sucking, and licking his mouth in a devilishly self-indulgent manner. But she knew damn well Daffy was enjoying this as well. The proof was growing harder beneath her. She pressed her body down harder against him, grinding her pelvis in a soft rhythm with her kisses.

Daffy loudly moaned into her mouth.

As she tasted his delicious, gleeful, and clueless saliva, she felt immense satisfaction. As they continued to make out, Daffy got more comfortable and confident. He pressed forward with a few possessive kisses of his own - suckling on her long tongue with an urgent thirst.

Tina really liked that, and moaned in satisfaction.

And Daffy loved that. He instinctively thrust his hips upward into hers, grinding his stiff bulge into her soft crotch. Daffy's hands traveled down her neck to her waist, gripping her curves and holding her steady as he continued to grind against her just as she did him.

He broke a kiss to breathe.

“Ahhae... I-uh…You…" He gasped.

“Hmm?"

“Is this uh…okay, what I'm doing?" He asked, glancing down at their clothed, connected hips.

Tina chuckled. “Yeah, it's okay."

She kissed him again, gently biting his tongue.

“Yah like that?"

“Mm?"

“Does..does that feel good?"

“Mmhmm…"

They continued making out with intense friction, grinding harder against one another with all the strength their bodies could provide.

Daffy shuddered, his muscles going stiff as continuous waves of carnal pleasure throbbed through his body. He was extremely vocal, his hot breath panted with very feminine-sounding moans. Tina really, really liked hearing that. So she moved on from his beak to suckling his exposed neck. She coated the entire area in saliva, taking long licks on his neck, enjoying the taste of his musky sweat.

The effect was immediate- he bucked upwards, fiercely gripping her wide ass through her dress as he quickly and sloppily dry-humped up into her, all pace that was escalating at an alarming rate.

Tina enjoyed his groping and rapid movements, before coming to realize-

She shot up. “Woah-wait, wait! Daffy!"

He broke out of his daze and looked at her with lidded, love-drunk eyes.

“Yeahh?" He uttered.

“Are you close?"

“Oh…yeah. I am. V-very..."

“And you were perfectly fine with just blowing your load all up in your pants?" She angrily questioned.

“Wouldn't be the first time." He deadpanned, offering a weak smile.

Tina leaned back and pushed Daffy back until he sat up. She then unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down his zipper, and laboriously pulling the pants off his thick legs.

“Woah-Hey, Woah… what're you doin'?"

“I don't want you making a mess all over my nice couch!"

“-Decent couch."

She effortlessly yanked the pants off his feet, tossing them aside. She turned back and reached towards her prize - a large bulge covered by dark purple boxer briefs.

She looked up and noticed his face was full of genuine fear and nervous anxiety.

“Hey, I was just gonna suck you off. That's cool, right?" She softly placed her hand on his bulge, feeling it immediately throb. tenderly feeling around and exploring the shapes of him.

Daffy looked away and gently nodded. “Hook it up…"

Tina chuckled.

She pulled down the boxer-briefs, resulting in his hard cock springing free and slapping back against his soft stomach with a comically loud PLAP that lightly echoed off the walls of her apartment.

The cock itself was very thick, noticeably girthy with two impressively hefty balls.

“How'd he fit this in those fuckin' skinny jeans?" She reached a hand forward, wrapping her graceful fingers around the soft black-furred length, gently pulling the foreskin down below the head to reveal a shiny and glistening pink tip, dribbling a steady flow pre-cum.

She adjusted her position to get comfortable, moving so that she lay on her stomach, leaning upon her elbows with her hands on his meaty thighs, and finally moved forward toward her prey.

Through her sensitive beak, she could feel the humid heat emanating from his hard, throbbing cock. Her eyes fell shut as she deeply breathed in the intoxicating aromatic pheromones of his sweaty musk. Tina was very, very happy with her prize. After amassing a generous amount of anticipatory saliva, she opened her mouth and unfurled her thick, dripping tongue.

She shoved her head down, punching her wet tongue in the soft midsection of his soft ballsack, before slowly moving across the circumference of each one of his chubby nuts. She then slowly began moving up along his thick length, taking her sweet time before finally reaching the head. She looked up at him as she did so, finding his eyes shut tight in an overwhelming amount of pleasure.

“A-ahh…..oh, wow……" He whimpered.

She started again at a different angle, coating more of his thick hard cock in her eager saliva. After a few more long, deliberate licks, she decided to waste no more time and took his entire cock in her mouth.

“AaaAAH!" He yelled.

She let up and looked at him.

“You okay?"

“Yes! Yeah, it's just-... the best thing I've ever felt in my entire thirty-three years on this planet. You're really, really good. So good…"

Satisfied with the answer, she went back down on him. Taking the cock in her mouth once more, she continued. She licked its length, twisting her tongue around its girth, and dividing her tongue in between the foreskin and head, swirling it around for a bit. Clockwise, then counter.

“Ahh--Wow, you are…this is... You really--wow.."

She sucked on it, taking in all the sweat and pre-cum and savoring the musky flavors. Coming up and pulling her beak off with a wet pop, a noisy slurp, and going back down, enveloping the cock with her hot, eager mouth.

“Tina…You…Tina, you're-...Wow, Tina…Tina, this is-...wow…Tina-"

She came up, “Alright, I got it, thanks. Let me work here, babe."

Tina went back down, sucking harder, bobbing up and down at a comfortable pace. The unabashed lewd act fed her hungry lust and engulfed her body with a truly fulfilling pleasure.

She moaned. “Mmm, I missed this…"

Daffy bucked upwards into her mouth. The sudden movement disrupted her rhythm and shoved the cock deep into her throat, causing her to gag. She pushed his thighs back down and held them there. She looked up and shot him an annoyed glare, yet continued to suck and slobber all over him.

After a few minutes, she began to pick up the pace, smoothly bobbing up and down. Tina knew his virgin dick would not last long, so she started the gradual ramp-up in speed towards the finish. Starting slow, now transitioning to moderate rate-

Daffy bucked upwards again, fiercely clutching his hands on her head as he humped.

“T-tina, TINA! Fuck-"

“Ah, fuck it-" She let him at it.

“AHH…AHH…AHH…AH..AH..AH..AH.AH.AH-" Daffy cried. He humped harder, holding her head in place as he fucked her mouth at a rapid pace. He was quickly arriving at his peak and was moments away from erupting.

The sudden power shift, having her head fucking mercilessly - Tina enjoyed that very much as well. She looked up at him with tearful eyes, seeing him completely lose control and shove his cock down her throat. She reached her arms around his thighs and grabbed Daffy's fat ass, lustfully gripping each cheek as they came up with each thrust.

“FFFuck!!' He screamed.

He came.

He shoved her head down completely on his crotch as thick ropes of stringy cum shot down her throat. She swallowed immediately, enjoying the feeling of hot cum travel down into her body. He squirted again, and again. He held her there for a full minute before he finished cumming. He lost all energy and released her, leaning back against the couch.

Tina shot up, gasping for air and rubbing her sore throat. She looked over at him in annoyance. He was sitting back, his head leaning back and eyes closed in bliss.

Tina scooted back, bunching up her dress around her waist. She then pulled down her matching dusty rose panties, noting a sizable damp spot where her excitement was, tossing them to the floor.

She sat up on the opposite end of the couch, mirroring Daffy's pose.

“Hey!" She called out.

Daffy looked up, and his eyes grew wide.

“Get over here!" She commanded.

Daffy crawled over, leaning on his chest - they'd now effectively switched positions.

He looked down at her. Her pussy was glistening in her excitement, the pink flesh vividly contrasting with her soft yellow skin. The moist vagina emitted a warm heat and intoxicating pheromones.

He looked up at her. A look of fear and hesitation in his eyes.

“I just need a minute…"

“I fuckin need this right now, Daffy."

“Uh, well, you see, I've never-" He started.

She grabbed his head with both hands. And shoved it down on her.

“Figure it out." She deadpanned.

His beak smushed against her moist crotch. He opened his mouth and licked it once. Then again, longer. Then he kept licking, from bottom to top, in a smooth and repetitive motion.

“Not bad…keep going."

He licked more, exploring her folds. Licking deep, into, and around the exposed flesh. He planted a few moist kisses around the area, before taking her entire crotch into his beak and squeezing it gently as he closed his mouth.

“Oh..that's nice…use-...use your tongue, too."

He obliged, licking her dripping pussy as he gently gnawed on her. After a few tentative licks, he grew confident and licked up and down faster while also using the suction of his mouth to suck on her.

“Nice, good…good, yeah…" She commented.

He continued, moving his head forward and back in a gyrating motion. She kept her hands on his head, keeping him close.

Daffy then forced his tongue into her entrance, pushing his thick tongue forward strongly.

“Ahh!" She gasped. “Oh, god…"

He continued his motions. After closing his beak a bit tighter, the ridge of the upper beak dragged across a soft nub at the top of her pussy.

“Oh, shit! Fuck…right there, right there…"

Daffy didn't dare move his beak, but kept shoving his tongue in and out of her entrance. She gripped his head and shoved it harder against her. She humped forwards, grinding her clitoris against his mouth with smooth, rhythmic humping.

Satisfied with the arrangement, Tina relaxed into it, blissfully enjoying the delightful pleasure.

Daffy wanted to come up for air, but he knew better than to break formation, instead opting to breathe deeply through his nostrils.

Tina fucked Daffy's face with the same urgent strength he used against her. Her eyes drifted closed and she leaned her head back in a lustful bliss.

After a few minutes of her self-indulgent gyrations, Daffy finally detached himself from her moist entrance, gasping for air.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked down at the man she'd been face-fucking. He sat there, sweaty, panting, and looking absolutely worn out.

“Poor little guy…" She mused.

“Did you cum yet?" He asked.

Tina chuckled “No."

Daffy got up..

“Where do you think you're going?"

Daffy began to unbutton his dress shirt.

“Hot-hang on, I'm hot…"

He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the ground, filling up a glass of wine.

She drinks in the view. His natural curves were extremely pronounced. His chest and arms were lithe yet slightly toned, and his small belly fitted him perfectly.

Tina gets up.

“Yeah, I'm hot, too. Can you help me with this?"

“What?"

“Unzip. On the back-"

“Oh, okay."

Daffy pulls down the long zipper on the back of Tina's black dress, then stands back as she pulls the dress down and awkwardly steps out of it. She then reached back and undid the clamps on her bra, letting the dusty rose brassiere fall to the ground before sitting back down on the couch and pouring herself another glass of wine.

She takes a long sip and sets her glass back on the coffee table, before leaning back on the couch, leg spread shamelessly. Daffy stared upon her naked body with lustful wonder in his eyes once more.

“C'mere," Tina demands.

Daffy crawls over to her and leans in for a kiss. She lazily but happily accepts, sucking on his tongue with a comfortable thirst. She pushes him back.

He looks at her in confusion. Tina groups one of her own heaving breasts with a free hand, and with the other grabs Daffy's head, leading it to her breast. Daffy hungrily shoves himself forward, diving his mouth into her cleavage and licking her fur.

Tina giggles. Daffy brings his hands to her breasts and vigorously gropes them, all the while running his thick, wet tongue all over her mounds. After a few minutes of aimless slobbering, he finally makes his way over to her left nipple and begins to passionately suckle.

“There, yeah-" Tina moans. She brings a hand down to herself and begins rubbing her clit with a rapid, circulator motion.

“Y-yeah, just keep sucking, that's a good boy…" She sighs.

She lays back on her couch, soaking in the inebriated bliss of having her titties sucked by a cute boy all the while jacking off.

Daffy comes up for air and adds, “Tina, god, I gotta say, your tits are absolutely divine-"

She interrupts him by shoving his head down onto her right breast, guiding his mouth onto the nipple.

“Quiet. Just suck." She then returns to jacking herself off, while the twinky duck sucks and gropes her boobs. After a few minutes of this, she felt her sensations evolve, becoming more intense as she approached her peak.

She rubbed at her clit harder, letting out a series of short, frantic moans. This prompted Daffy to shove his face even harder against her breasts, clearly enjoying her sounds.

“A-aah, ah, -y-yeah, keep, keep sucking, Daffy, fuck…" She shuddered as the overwhelming pleasure ramped up and up, until finally-

“FUUuuUuuuucckkkkk…." She gasped, her legs trembling as she came. A powerful wave of pleasure overloaded her mind and reduced it to an absolute blank, and she sunk into her couch as she went limp.

She enjoyed sprawling out, lying in the absolute bliss of a strong orgasm. Her chest heaved as her breaths reduced to a normal pace. Slowly, she came back to reality and her eyes floated open. She craned her head down, to see a sweaty duck sucking on her tits while gently jacking off his thick, wet cock.

“You're up and runnin' again, huh?" Tina teases.

Daffy looks up at her, in a completely drunk, tired, and horny daze. He climbs over her and pokes her sensitive cunt with his dick, trying aimlessly to get it inside her.

“Hey!" She laughed.

“L-lemme, I wanna- I wanna shove it in-" He mumbled.

“Do you have a condom?" She asked, grabbing his woozy head and pointing it at her.

“I thought you're supposed to provide those."

She scoffed.

“Just, c'mere-"

Tina reaches her hand down, wrapping her fingers around his cock and beginning to aim it at her entrance. As she did so, she realized that try as she might, she actually couldn't close her fingers completely around it.

“Oh, shit." She thought.

She brings a hand up to her mouth, spits into it several times, then reaches back down and covers Daffy's dick with a thick, viscous coat of saliva.

“W-what? Why're you doing that?" He asks.

“It's just…you're bigger than my last one. So go slow, alright?" She states, staring up at him.

Daffy snaps out of his tired daze as a goofy grin spreads across his face.

“Really, huh? Well, that's not much of a surprise. I hear that a lot, actually. What can I say, I'm gifted-"

Tina positioned him dead center, quickly reached around and grabbed his bubble butt, and brutally pulled him into her. His fat, slick cock shoved itself in her pussy with a quick glide. His girth shoved her walls apart and she'd instinctively clenched down on him.

“FUCK!" He shouted, his egotistic demeanor shattering into a pleasure-overwhelmed shamble.

Tina bit down on her tongue as he entered her, the pain being a bit staggering. She let out an anguished whimper as she rode out the pain. Slowly but surely, it began to fade away. Her eyes opened and she looked up at Daffy, his head now just inches from hers.

She was surprised to find him already staring at her, his eyes showing a look of nervousness - visibly worried he'd hurt her too much.

She smiled at him, a bashful blush spreading across her cheeks. He smiled back, feeling comforted.

“He's such a cute fucking dork." Tina gripped his curvy hips and slowly pulled him deeper into her until their crotches were fully connected.

The soft, ruffled fur of Daffy's crotch pushed against hers, rubbing against her clit with a stimulating grind.

She gasped in response, the pleasure absolutely replacing the pain and allowing her to relax and settle into the warm lovemaking. Her eyes were lidded shut and she leaned her head back against a pillow, when she felt Daffy's wet beak gingerly peck against hers.

Her eyes opened and she stared at him. “So fucking cute…"

She leaned up and kissed him hungrily, quickly devolving into a wet makeout session, all the while Daffy settled inside of her. Each kiss got better and better and blissfully invigorated her. After a few minutes of sloppy kisses, Daffy seemingly regained some stamina, slowly sliding his cock out of her, before gently shoving it back in.

Tina encouraged him with an approving moan.

“So uh-...ho, wow. So do all of your dates go…like this?" He asks, through moans and panting.

“Never like this." She fiercely grabs his thick ass as he shoves in her a bit faster.

“Yeah…Same here." He brings a hand up and gropes one of her breasts as it gently bounces with each thrust.

“So, I'm really taking your v-card right now?" She asks.

Daffy scoffs. “Wow, that's like the meanest thing you've said to me so far. I'm in my thirties and you never thought I've plowed plenty of pussy before?!" He chided, emphasizing his trademark lisp.

“I never thought a person like you could ever exist, honestly." She teased.

“I'm quite an experience."

“I'll agree on that."

Tina relaxed into his rhythm, enjoying his moderate pace, all the while he peppered her neck with gentle kisses and groped her tits with an insatiable lust. Eventually, he got bolder and pulled his dick out even farther than before, coming all the way to his head, before sliding his entire length in, with his heavy balls slapping her pussy with a gentle plap.

“O-oh, yeah, that's-that's nice. Keep it up-"

“Am I uh, getting you close to completion, my darling?"

“Hahaha, what?!"

“Are you about to cum?" He asks.

Tina giggles. “You're such a dork."

“So…no?"

Tina brings her head up and violently kisses his beak, surprising him.

“Just fuck me, ya loser." She teases.

Daffy does so immediately. He places his hands on her spread boobs and grips them with a forceful grip. He puts all his weight on his arms, allowing him to swing his hips at an impressively wide arch, before swiftly pushing forward back into her. And repeating at a pace that was exceedingly fast.

“Fuck!" Tina laughs, happily surprised at Daffy's extremely sudden burst of energy.

He fucked her mercilessly. His fat nuts slapped against her cunt with thrusts that were mere seconds apart. The noisy sounds of their wet, drunk sex now echoed loudly off the walls of Tina's living room.

“So is this how an 'insecure little weirdo' fucks, huh?" Daffy laughed, a playful challenge in his eyes.

He'd taken control again, and Tina was really into that right now.

“Oh fuck," She giggled.

Daffy continued fucking her ferociously, his mouth hanging open in a dumb smile. Tina was pleasantly surprised at how consistently he was thrusting in and out of her sensitive pussy, and could even feel herself building up to euphoria again.

“W-wait," She stops him, pushing him back a bit. Daffy removes his hands from her heaving breasts and sits back, just as Tina throws her thick yellow legs over his scrawny shoulders. In this position, she could now reach down and wildly rub at her clit.

“I-I can get another one outta this, keep going." She urges.

Daffy looks at her in absolute amazement. She looked ridiculously attractive as she jacked herself off, her hair a mess down her shoulders, her fat tits jiggling, and her lidded 'fuck-me' eyes.

He shoved himself completely inside her once again and obliged. He continued his frantic pace from earlier, but with the delectable eye candy and the unbelievable sensations, he could also feel his second orgasm coming up.

“Tina, Tina I think-"

“S-shut up, no. Not yet, just- right- right there! Just like that!" She instructs.

Daffy does his best, maintaining his quick pace, but soon finds he'd passed his point of no return and begins wildly bucking into her. His deep thrusts were now milliseconds apart.

“Aw, are you gonna cum already?" She teases.

Daffy can't answer, instead only nodding his head as he ruthlessly fucks her.

“All right, guess you've earned it." She coos, reaching up and pulling his head into her neck, affectionately rubbing his hair. “Go ahead and cum for me, alright?"

Daffy loves that.

“SHIT, FUCK!!" He shouts, his senses completely overwhelmed.

His fat cock splurts out a thick load of cum once again, only to have the walls of Tina's vagina clench down around him as he throbbed each time. The forceful pressure around his cock had absolutely elevated his orgasm, blown his mind, and sent aggressive waves of pleasure throughout his entire body, exhausting every bit of energy and draining every bit of his mind. He goes completely limp on top of her.

His sweaty musk surrounds her and she finds the weight of him on her to be quite comforting. She reaches down and continues jacking off, easily regaining her thrilling arousal. The feeling of his warm cum within her also exhilarates her.

She continues jacking off, rubbing her clit as Daffy lay prone on her. Within a few minutes, she can feel herself getting ready for a second orgasm.

“Hey," She riles Daffy from his inactivity.

“Hmm?" He groans.

She grabs her left breast with her free hand, pointing the pert nipple at him.

“Drink up." She demands.

He obliged, gently nursing on her sweaty breasts as she jacked herself off.

“Harder." She instructs.

He lightly bites her nipple, sucking harder.

“Yeah, like that. Keep-....yeah…"

Tina vigorously rubbed herself, while her other hand rested on the back of Daffy's head, gently ruffling his hair as he nursed on her. He then brought up his hands to grope at both of her tits as he suckled. That was enough to drive her to her peak.

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah, fuck…fuck..fuck.fuck!" She cried out.

A powerful orgasm rocked her already sensitive pussy, and electric pleasure washed over her. Her legs trembled and shook as every single muscle tensed up as the orgasm continued with its sporadic punches of bliss. When it was all over, her muscles relaxed more than they ever had before. She went limp once again.

Daffy leaned back, his flaccid cock pulling out of her, dribbling his cum all over her crotch and the couch's cushions. He then sauntered over to lie beside her on the couch. There was just enough room for him to lie on his side while she lay on her back, relaxing in a state of utterly enjoyable bliss.

“So much for not making a mess all over your…decent couch."

“Shut up."

Daffy snuggled beside her.

“Do you want to go out again?"

Tina laughed.

“Hook it up."