𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚.
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Rocket is still adjusting to those . . ‘Earthy manners’ he believes is what they’re called. Besides, this is more fun! The raccoon went to his kitchen and got the best drink he has, not even from this planet! Pouring it into a single glass, he’d hand it to Slate. —>

The Slowbro waiting for Slate’s response . . did he forget? Duke was unsure if he should stay in the tub, or continue stepping out. Exposing himself more. For now, the Slowbro stayed in the tub, eying at the small Chu. “ Did you forget? Or? — ”

Not Rocket’s fault the small Chu is packing, sometimes even teasing him to just toss him on his bed. For now, the raccoon allowed Slate to let the environment sink in, guiding him towards the couch to have a seat. “ Need anything to drink? ” Rocket offered, he’s mostly got —>

- with more squeezing. Roman huffed as more pre leaked from the tip, it got to the point where a glob of pre dripped down, and it looked like Roman was cumming already, but not even close. "Ahh, better catch that before it gets to your hands."

- up the pace while stroking his girth. Slate would then see some pre leaking from the shaft itself, the best part? Roman's pre could rival those who'd cum in small dosage. "Thaaaat's it, champ. You got an appetizer on the tip if you want a taste."

- right people!" Truthfully, Roman has had more successful meet ups like this than cons, but for now, he focused on the pros, like Slate still working on his length. "Yeah, you're gonna need two hands there, champ. Might be better with two cheeks, heh."

That sudden knock did catch the raccoon off guard, it hadn’t even been that long since the picture was sent. Approaching the door, he’d open it to see Slate standing there, that was quick — “ You made it! — . . If I didn’t know better, I’d say you rushed here without —>





