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Fifi saunters on over toward Gadget and squats down before her, a glimmer in her eye as she places the microphone upon her bandmate’s chest. “Here you go. Your chest is not so small that you cannot hold this microphone between your tits, is it?”

Gadget responds, pressing her breasts together so that they hold onto the microphone.

“Good girl,” Fifi coos, then turns her attention back to Rob, an idea sparking in her devious and lewd mind.

There’s no mistaking Gadget’s cries of passion. The amplified sound spurs Rob further on as his tongue delves deeper. Often he had heard the band play, but never had he heard Gadget sing such a delightful melody. It is one of his own creation, as well! His tongue tastes the musk between her legs, roughly scraping against the puffy lips. He doesn’t go straight inside her, not quite yet. His tongue flicks just beneath the surface, trailing upwards and flicking at the mouse’s nub. The shriek that follows shows just how sensitive she’s gotten, and the metallic taste makes him realize for the first time that she has a piercing there. Such a freaky girl. Who would have thought? His tongue flicks over the small hoop, even pushing up into it. With a tug, he pulls back on the little loop, eliciting a little moan. He lashes his tongue over the nub and pulls back down to the waiting lips. After all, he can’t play with that all day. It’s a show, and he has to build up the excitement for everyone else!

His tongue pushes inside, feeling the wet and quivering walls within. He widens his jaw, tilting his head to get a better angle. His efforts are rewarded as he laps up the honey from within her hollow. His nose presses against her clit, and it becomes hard to breathe, but he pushes forward, as he has become willing to give back to her the treatment that she had given him.

Soon, Rob finds himself in a comfortable position, and he decides to enjoy the rest of the mouse. His hands move away from her rear, but Gadget’s own eager body keeps her elevated enough for him to continue going down on her. His fingers brush over her skin, which feels perhaps just a bit rougher than his wife’s. Even without fur, the anatomy of a mouse is so much different. He gets to her chest, and gropes those smaller mounds. He can hardly get a handful, but he kneads them with blind desire, the palms feeling her nipples press erect against his skin. The microphone clatters to the floor with a loud thump, but it’s of no concern to anyone, as Gadget’s voice has become loud enough on its own to travel throughout the yard.

Fifi watches the act the whole time, biting her lip at the sight of Rob’s enthusiasm. Miss Trisha was right to suggest these two, as they are coming into their own as wild sex fiends. Soon enough, they’d be the stars of the show and the Thunderf*cks might be out of a gig. Well, that just means she needs to make sure that there’s a reason people would want to see her still. A devious smirk comes to her as she pets her tail, looking over the sweaty and distracted body of the new swinger. “Oh, Monsieur Rob…” she coos.

But Rob does not respond, and poor Gadget is too busy writhing around and screaming out in her own lust to get him to look up.

Fifi titters, laying herself down next to the man. She strokes a finger through his hair and says, “I don’t know if you are ignoring me or are too busy to give me a proper response, Monsieur, but I will like to give you a little treat for you. You’ve had your main course, but dessert comes with a little surprise, I think…”

With that, her tail brushes up alongside his back, It is

voluminous enough to wrap fully around his body, but she does not do that. Instead, she brushes down along his spine. Yes, she feels the shiver and knows that he feels her touch. That is good, because her tail travels downward, to the small of his back and then to his rear.

“Madam Trisha says you are straight as the arrow, but even those men are sometimes curious about the limits of their body.” With that cryptic statement, she brushes her tail down lower, pushing against the crack. It doesn’t last long, but for a moment, her fuzzy skunk tail tickles at his rear.

Rob groans, his hard cock rubbing against the stage. He pulls

free from Gadget’s sex, panting, wide-eyed. He says nothing, but climbs up on top of the mouse. All the while, Fifi watches him. His lack of a response is telling. It’s all she needs to see.

Rob takes what he wants and locks his lips around the mouse’s, their bodies pressed up together in a missionary position.

Gadget’s eyes widen at the sudden kiss, but the mouse cannot fight back against such passion, and soon, her own legs and arms wrap around the human’s body, holding him in close. His cock fills her up, spreads her walls, and pounds against her most sensitive areas. Meanwhile, his tongue plumbs inside her mouth, rubbing against the studded muscle inside, fighting for dominance.

Fifi hasn’t given up on her teasing, and her tail brushes up and own along his body again. When she teases the man’s ass, his rutting gets harder, his growling gets louder, it makes him more of an animal than even Bane on his wild days. Thinking of Bane, she glances over to the three-way with the men, and catches a glimpse of Dawn. The skunk brushes her fingers over her mouth, letting out a coquettish giggle as she leans in to rub her hands over his rump.

Dawn’s heart beats heavily in her chest. After that kinky tail play, the men had just been tenderly playing with her, making her relax, getting her into things, but her husband had gone full into the wild romp with the two furries. She gulps, her palms getting a little sweaty, even as she grabs Chase’s head. She knows what desire is in the skunk’s eyes and realizes that she has the potential to be as wild and as free as her husband has devolved into. What is the issue now, anyway? Everyone is already watching them—watching her.