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“Oh, for shame!” Gadget exclaims, wrapping her fingers around Rob’s shaft. “It’s actually a real waste. Never has there been a more impressive tool than a man’s body. Like any machine to work properly, you need to make sure you keep it well-oiled.”

Fifi titters, hugging her tail closely, “Oh, Gadget, you are so silly with your wordplay. Please, do not keep our friend waiting too long, or he’ll have a bad case of the balls blue.”

Gadget snickers and closes her eyes, opening her mouth wide, and rolling out her tongue. Hot breath hits Rob’s cock, which makes the man shudder. He licks his lips and gently moves his hands up to grab her, but once they touch her ears, she dips down, pushing her face deep against him.

Rob yelps, immediately feeling the warmth of the mouse girl’s mouth surrounding his cock. He grunts and finds himself unable to move while she quickly sets to bob along him. Her eyes open up, wide and almost innocent. When his eyes catch hers, he swears he can see her lips turn up in a smile.

Her cheeks sink in as she sucks on the shaft, her fingers gripping tight.

Fifi hops off of the speaker and grabs a mic from off of the stands. Sitting next to the two, she raises it up to just near Gadget’s mouth.

The mouse laughs and then sucks harder upon the shaft, her tongue wiggling under his length, saliva bubbling up inside.

“SLLLLUURRP.” The sound reverberates throughout the yard. Cheers rise up from the crowd as she pulls her mouth back, the saliva and pre dripping from her mouth in sticky webs. She cuts them down with her tongue and rolls the remains into her mouth.

Fifi crawls behind her, pressing her fluffy chest up against Gadget’s back. One arm wraps around her, placing the mic up against her chest. Ruffles of microphone to skin plays out to the crowd, as well as the increased heartbeat and the panting of the mouse.

“Now, then, Gadget,” Fifi says, nuzzling her cheek up against her band mate. “Perhaps, we should show Monsieur Rob the real talent you have in your mouth, no?”

Gadget grabs Rob’s hips before burying her face back onto him. Her cheeks puff out as she fills up with him, only to exhale that air through her nose. Fifi’s free hand wraps around the mouse’s neck, and her visible eye glimmers as she pinches Gadget’s little pink nose.

“W-what are you doing!?” Rob asks. “She can’t breathe like that!”

“Oh, but my dear Monsieur Rob,” Fifi says, “this is merely the motivation that Gadget needs to give you the best head of your life.”

“I thought I was already getting tha-aaah!”

Gadget’s face bobs up and down along his shaft, tilting back and forth, her tongue coating his length with so much of her saliva. With each dip, the juices and the air left in her mouth squelch and slurp and squeak, filling the park with the mouse girl’s sexy song.

Rob’s pre comes out like a small trickle. Never had someone gone this hard on his cock with just their mouth. “H… how the hell?” He stumbles, falling to the side, but catching himself on the speaker.

Despite this, Gadget does not relent. She digs fingers into his skin to keep a great hold on him as her head rocks harder than playing “the Bohemian Rhapsody”.

“Gadget is not one to leave a job done. There’s no cock too big, nor cock too small for her. If you need her help, all you need to do is call!”

Gadget flashes an annoyed look over towards Fifi at that, but keeps up her pace, regardless.

“Wha…?”

Fifi shrugs. “Oh, nothing. It is merely a joke between friends.

Do not worry yourself over things, my friend. Please, lean back, relax…”

Rob rolls over, leaning his back against the speaker. His cock slips out of Gadget’s mouth with a “pop,” and the rod glistens in the sunlight for all to see. Semen drips from it onto the ground and upon Gadget’s chin. But even with him nearly spent like that, panting to catch his breath, Gadget does not stop. She pulls herself out of Fifi’s grasp and grabs the shaft once more, sinking it deep within her, facing away from the crowd, but giving them an excellent view of her butt.

Rob cannot take it anymore. He grits his teeth and pushes up against her, his cock pushing past her throat. He realizes she doesn’t have a gag reflex. It feels so amazing. He cries out, groaning like a pathetic creature unable to control himself as he shoots loads and loads of cum into the mouse’s gullet.

Gadget pulls her mouth back and falls onto her back. The excess of cum falls onto her tatted chest and she stares up at the sky, her legs slightly spread.

Rob, seeing the sight, licks his lips and pulls himself free from the speaker.

“My, oh my, Monsieur,” Fifi asks, standing up now, and holding

the microphone up to him. “What is it you plan to do now?”

Rob takes a few haggard breaths before he answers, his hands running up along the mouse’s legs. He licks his lips, the slurping sound broadcast across the party. It’s obvious what his intentions are. Like a cat, he pounces onto the exhausted Gadget. His hands rush up to unclasp her tattered shorts. She squeaks, more in surprise than any sort of protest, and lifts her hips up just slightly enough. He yanks them down to her knees, growling as he fights to get them off. She complies with his actions, pulling her legs up toward her chest so he can tug them off of her, leaving her only in her boots. As a furless mouse, she also has quite the bald pussy.

Rob has become so insatiable that drool drips down from his cheek and onto the ground. Another pounce and he’s between her legs, her thighs on his shoulder, her boots on his back. He grips her ass, lifting those cheeks up as he assaults her most private chambers.