Backstage Dance 5
It's Michelle's turn to be treated right by the otter.
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“W… what!? How?"
“You need all sorts of strength to dance the pole," he admits, carrying her past Brianna and past the couch. “You like?"
“Oh… oh yes!" She says, hanging onto Andi's neck and crossing her ankles.
“Very good, then," he whispers, leaning in and pressing his nose to Michelle's for a quick little boop.
Like the rest of his little apartment, his bed isn't too big but just enough for them to enjoy one another. He places her down upon it and walks over to the foot of the bed, humming to himself as he traces down along Michelle's side, ending with a flick at the bottom of her dress. “Cute dress," he says, bringing his hand to his mouth, brushing his lips. “It'll be quicker to remove than your sister's outfit." He turns toward Brianna and giggles. “But not by much."
Brianna lies on the couch, turning to her stomach and resting her chin in her palms. She faces the bed and watches what the otter has planned for Michelle.
“Just sit back and relax," the otter says, winking at Michelle. He rolls his shoulders, bouncing slightly to the beat of the music thumping delicately through the walls. His transparent coat falls to the floor by his feet. He twirls around, kicking it up. The thing is so light it flutters like a falling leaf by the couch.
Brianna reaches out and snatches it, hugging it close to herself. Andi smirks and spins around, his hands at his sides. He slips them up over his chest and hooks at the loose top he has that is only just barely covering his chest. When he raises it up over himself and tosses it aside, he reveals to Michelle his perky chest and equally perky nipples, which he accents with his hands trailing down from his cheeks to his jaw to his collar to his chest. He shudders when he passes those sensitive nubs but keeps going, down, down, down, getting to his panties. He hooks his thumbs over them, running his hands along the entirety of the front and back of the hem, pushing it down just slightly to show off more of his pelvic bone.
Michelle lies on the bed, squirming about as she watches him. She holds her purse on her tummy, her eyes wide, never taking her eyes off the otter. “Oh my gods…" she whispers to herself.
“The only goddess here," Andi says, lifting a leg up high, rubbing his thigh and then placing it on the bed beside her. “Is you."
He hooks his hands at the edge of his sock and pulls it downward, rolling the thing as he pulls, pulls, pulls, and soon gets it off entirely, swinging it around in the air and tossing it over toward Brianna.
Brianna catches it, sits on the couch, and bounces on it, giving him a shout! “You tell her!"
Michelle crosses her legs over one another as she watches, shaking her head. “I'm no goddess."
Andi lifts another leg, which is so high that he's doing a kick into the air. Keeping his leg up with one hand, he pulls at the sock with the other, moving his leg down only when it is impractical to keep removing it. He touches the toe of his sock to her hoof and then lifts, whipping off the last thing. This leaves Andi utterly naked, save for his panties.
At this point, he crawls onto the bed, approaching Michelle with fluttering eyes. Once he's on top of her, he leans in with his hips, rubbing at hers, their clothing the only thing keeping his manhood from her womanhood.
Despite them still being covered, she gasps and lets out a soft sighing moan.
He smirks at that display. And then he reaches up and hooks his thumbs under the straps of her dress, taking one over her shoulder and then doing the same with the other. His hands move down, hooking at her garment, pulling it down. He presses his lips to her fuzzy chest, nuzzling up against her collar, grinding up against her warmth and womanhood.
Michelle closes her eyes, tilting her head back. Her breaths come out in deep, hot pantings. She pushes her hips up to join his in that dry humping. Her hooves push and warm up against the sheets. But nothing is as warm as Andi and his body. Nothing will make her feel so fulfilled as this moment; at least she doesn't feel like anything can.
He leans in and kisses her at the jaw and then up the side of her head until he gets to her ear and whispers. “So, birthday girl. Your choice. Do you want me? Because I'm offering my body however you want… but only if you tell me how."
Michelle's whole body is on fire with desire. The deer stares up at Andi, admiring the nearly naked body of the otter above her. She reaches out, placing a hand upon his chest, stroking downward and upward, just enjoying the feeling. “You want to know how I want your body? You're asking me? Truly?"
Andi's smile is comforting and genuine. “Of course. It's your birthday, and I want to make sure you have everything you want."
“D… do you do this for all the girls who come in on their birthday?"
He leans in, placing his lips to her nose, pulling away with a soft “smeck" from his lips. “No. You're special."
“And Brianna?"
“You didn't enjoy watching us?"
“I didn't say that."
Brianna rolls her eyes. She is sitting up on the couch, one leg pulled up to her chest, arm around her, and the other leg dangling off the edge. Her hoof is tapping against the floor in the steady beat of the music outside the room.