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Seeing Manic sitting back on the bed, his dick hard and high, makes Cream positively drenched. When she was a little girl, she didn't know anything about sex, but she always knew there was something special about the way she felt for Manic. It wasn't like she envisioned herself as a princess with him as her prince, but it was different. He was chill, and she liked that about him. She knew that there couldn't be anything between the two of them because he was too cool to want to have anything permanent with someone so much younger than him, even if they were both in the age of maturity now.

She focused on his cock again, not wanting to bum herself out. Reaching out with her confident grasp, she strokes the thing with the heel of her palm, following the path of her hand as she slides it up and down along his shaft.

That gentle sigh from his throat is enough to tell her she's doing a good job. She can't help but lick her lips, her mouth opening, her tongue gently rolling out. She must look like some kind of bimbo slut.

For Manic, she's willing to be that bimbo slut, if only for tonight.

She leans in, pressing those gently parted lips up against his head. Her gaze turns back towards him, and she looks up to those half-lidded eyes, slightly addled by the relaxing effects of his favorite recreational activity. She purses her lips together and gently suckles upon his cock, sliding her lips down and inviting him into the warmth of her cheeks.

Her ears hang low, draping over his hips and laying upon the bed as she slips down over the length. The bumping of the bass beneath gives her a beat to work towards as she bobs her head down along his cock. She hums, closing her eyes, hoping there wasn't some kind of connection when they looked at each other.

Her tongue slides along the underside, slipping up and down, enjoying in a perverse way the taste of the hedgehog she admired, no, desired.

This was no young girl's admiration. When she awakened sexually, dudes always shared the traits he so often had that invaded her memories. Now that she can finally act upon them, she finds herself trembling, fighting every moment to hold back.

But... does she have to?

She glances back up to him, trying to smirk with her mouth full of dick, but she instead increases her pace, slopping up and down along his shaft, glistening with her spit. If not for the music thumping throughout the house, he would be sure to hear every slurp and suck and squelch that goes with unrestricted dick sucking. She slides fingers down along the shaft and to his balls, where she tickles, rubs, and plays with them.

The additional activity makes him grunt and tilts his head back, precum pearling at the tip.

He can't come. Not quite yet. There's so much more that they need to do.

But she can keep him around even if he does erupt, right?"

This is for her desire, after all. If he had to play a bit of catch-up while his cock re-energized, then so be it.

She bobs her head faster along his shaft, practically pounding against his hips.

Manic responds by grabbing onto her ears, nodding, and rocking his hips forward.

She thinks about how her favorite hedgehog is fucking her throat in some stranger's house! It's oh-so-perfect that she's become his cock sleeve here and now! She doesn't have to worry about studies, politics, or shit happening back at home, and she can be happy and pleased for the short time she has here with him.

But... she can have more, right?"

Fighting against his hold on her, she yanks her head back, gasping for air.

His poor cock drools with desire, but it doesn't quite erupt. "F... fuck... s-something wrong?"

She wipes her chin, takes a deep breath, and sits on her knees. She makes sure to be eye-to-eye with him, her hands on her knees. "No, nothing at all," she says, tilting her head and offering him a smile.

Manic chuckles, scratching behind his ear. "Ah, that's cool, but... but you really are leavin' me hangin', you know?"

"Oh, I know." She says. "And you'd better not blow your load until you're balls-deep in me."

"Hehe, yeah, of cour-what!?"

"It's okay," Cream says, fluttering her eyes, laying back. She rests her shoulders upon the pillows and spreads her legs. Fingers slide down along her body, and she sighs at the feeling before she splits her lips to show him the wanting desire between her legs. "It's safe, and I want you, all of you. Right fucking now."

Manic stares at her for a good bit, fighting between the thoughts rushing through his mind and through his dick. On the one hand, this is a random stranger he has never met, and who knows what the fuck would happen if he were to nut in her?

On the other hand, this is some random stranger he'll never see again, so if he nuts in her, does it matter?"

Conversely, that's one hot rabbit with the most "fuck me" eyes he's ever seen. What are consequences? What is responsibility? It's just life, man, and it's right to just live life at the moment.

He divests himself of the last of his clothing. There's no way he'll let anything get in the way as he climbs towards her. He kisses her thighs, up her stomach, and to her breast before he lines up, brushing his nose against hers. "If we're doing this," he croons, "then I wanna make sure we can feel each other's heartbeat."

Fuck, he's the most romantic fucking hedgehog ever.

"You gonna recite some poetry to me, or are you going to breed me?"

He presses his lips against hers, pulling their chests together, feeling the warmth as breasts squish against chest, and their hearts start to beat together.

"You know, I'm in a band," Manic says, a slight chuckling rising from his voice.

"Mmm, that right?" Cream asks, eyes fluttering. Despite her insistence, the intimacy is rather lovely. For as long as she could remember, being cuddled up against someone was one of the best experiences someone could have. The safety of being in someone else's arms without having to worry about anything else in the world with someone she really cares about is a feeling unlike any other.