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Opening Scene

Sharply firing back, "Why don't I take your clothes off and you can sort them out on the floor later?" It was clear from the squeaking sound of sudden fear that she had his full attention now, and she was going to abuse it.

Making up her mind that instead of asking this time she would just order, "Sit your happy buck butt down, you are not spending the weekend at my house trying to sort my laundry. The only thing I want you to sort out is your cock between my fat corgi tits."

Kyle doesn't even try to resist, he definitely didn't come over to sort laundry, and with no fuss he moves to take a seat on her couch just like she'd asked. The darkness of the room, lit only by the handful of candles within, doesn't seem to dissuade her plans at all. Instead only adding to the atmosphere that he just now realized she had been building. Every single one of the candles letting off a sort of soft citrus scent, and her active choice not to wear a bra when they had gotten up this morning.

She had planned this, and it isn't until she suddenly pushes him over onto the furniture that it really hits. She had no reason to buy candles, they had known 'some snow' might be coming, but she'd hedged her bet that he'd end up snowed in with her. It's when she suddenly pushes him over that it all comes tumbling down, with his own words sallying forth from the hidey hole of his mouth, "Chill out a second, you planned this, didn't you?"

The puns humor entirely lost on him as he squirms about to face his tormentor. She's just grinning down at him like some sort of overly bosomed executioner before she crosses her wrists just below her navel, grasping the fabric of her shirt, and peeling it off of her body in one smooth motion.

The suddenness of the motion surprises him, and the sudden titty bounce just out of his reach causes the boys eyes to open wide. Shaking her head fitfully as she smoothly drops to the floor, hands moving his knees apart so that she can snuggle up against his lap before she lovingly growls up at him, "Maybe I did, what are you gonna do about it?"

A few quick seconds later, with belt undone and underwear pulled aside, the bucks still semi erect dick in her paw is clearly starting to grow as she looks up with him with big green eyes and slowly strokes him to full mast as her hot breaths tickle his skin. Not expecting any kind of actual answer she playfully slaps herself on the cheeks a few times with his gripped shaft, breasts pressed against his inner thighs as she sits low down.

Her assumption one hundred percent correct, Kyle just shakes his head and puts on a weak grin as he hardens in her warm paws. "You know, you pretend to be so innocent-" she begins to speak as she she scooches into place, lifting her heavy breasts up onto his lap and letting the now fully ready stags meat rest on her cleavage, "But I think we both know you're just as kinky as I am, you just don't make it obvious."

Barely able to word his response, with eye's locked onto her tits like a mouse staring a cat in the face he picks his vocabulary carefully, barely stuttering at all, "I just wasn't raised to be forward, you know that. I'm not supposed to ask for things. I'm not supposed to want stuff, I do, but it's real hard to ask."

With a slow purposeful motion she tilted his cock up, dragging her wet tongue from its base to the tip, before enveloping it in the warmth of her jiggly mounds. Looking up at him with a sort of mock disdain, each word mingled with her heaving chest bouncing on his lap, "You're lucky I'm willing to ask for you, most girls would leave you out to dry if you didn't show some interest back. I watch your eyes though-" looking back down at her tits as she speaks, the tip of his shaft barely sticking out from the top, "Your eye's told me a lot, like how you absolutely couldn't stop looking at these."

She was right, even before they started fooling around at work she had caught him at least three times looking at her chest. They were nice! Even if he was ashamed at having been caught, he couldn't help but realize now that the only reason they ever became a thing was because he wasn't good at hiding where he had been looking. Managing a bit of zest of his own, "I can't stop looking now either."

Quipping smartly up at him as she tosses her head back, orange bangs falling right back into place from where she tried to move them, "Is it a good show?" Ending her sentence she moves without waiting for an answer, tilting her chin down and taking his cockhead into her mouth as her back arches to bounce on his lap. She knew the answer already, and even though the angle made it impossible for her to look up at him very well she tried. If just to drive him wild.

It was clearly a winning set of actions, and the sound that escaped from his lips sang a song sweet to her as he throbbed against her rolling tongue. With her mouth practically drawing the precum out of him like a straw. This was the state she wanted him in, almost out of it, uninhibited, and she spoke as best she could around her smothered toy, trying to push him just a little harder, "Push my head down, baby. Show me how bad you want it."

He was such a good boy, obeying so quickly. With the bucks hands on the back of her head, grabbing it to help assist her bobbing she let him take control. Focusing entirely on squeezing her bosom tightly around his shaft while she sucked happily. There was no roughness to it, her saliva and willingness to move with his hands created a silkier experience, smooth and warm. It was when he suddenly popped in her mouth, going from a tasty treat to a full on mouthful that surprised her.

The suddenness of his climax causing her to squeak and rapidly try and seal her mouth around the shaft, a relative failure as his spunk most certainly dribbled out along her lower lip and onto her breasts, doing everything she can to try and start swallowing. He had finished faster than she had anticipated, but not so much as for her to give him hell over it. Her tongues focus on teasing out every ounce of spunk so early on had certainly sealed the deal.

As he fills her mouth and gently holds her head steady in place, groaning with each pumped deposit, that same tongue continues its previous game. Licking in a round about manner just under his glans, suckling softly. Urging. Leading. Not forcing him to come hard and fast, but instead drawing it out into a longer, slower, experience. It takes a full minute and a half for him to finish cumming in her mouth.

All the while she's swallowing, pulling out more, making happy little noises from his taste and focusing all her attention on draining him entirely.

It's when her tongue slides along the underside of his shaft again that he makes a nearly panicked noise, pulling her head away from him slightly by the hair as he finally finds words again, "Too good." The next twenty seconds he paid for that comment, and by the time she decided that she was done his legs were twitching and the stag had laid his head backwards onto the couch, staring at the ceiling.

Sitting down there between his legs, cum and spit all over her breasts and chin, the devious corgi asked quietly, "Still want to clean up laundry?"