"Honker! A little Warning before you do that!" Gosalyn was not pleased, not one bit. The splash of cum hit her dead in the face, across her beak and between the eyes; the second splash got her hair. The thought of giving Honker a firm reminder of the penalties came to mind; his balls were just inches from either of her hands. She let the thought pass, just this once.
Gosalyn was no naive girl, the way Honker's hand settled on her head, she knew. She had seen enough magazines to know what Honker was hoping for, what he wanted; Launchpad was good at hiding the ones he kept but not very good at hiding the ones he threw out. She had recoiled at the thought reflexively but then she decided to at least try. It would be good practice.
She lowered her head, bringing her beak closer. The more she thought about it the stronger the tingling sensation between her thighs; to do something so forbidden in such a place. Gosalyn sighed through here nostrils allowing her beak to to touch then against her friend’s dick. Down the shaft, then up, nudging the head. At first she held her breath but allowed herself to breath in the scent on the second stroke. It was not unpleasant, just 'different'; …show more content…
I couldn’t…” apology. Mad as she was, what held her attention the five inches of hard as a rock dick in front of here. The first she’d seen him stay hard after blowing his load twice in one night.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Gosalyn mumbled.
She cast glance to her communicator watch as she wiped Honker’s spend from her beak. Their time was up. They had been hanging around the arcade for twenty minutes now.
"We better get back on patrol before dad blows a gasket." she said, already on her feet and getting her costume back in order. Honker was still trying to stutter out an apology.
Skirt tugged down, hat and gloves on, and gear in place; she was ready in two minutes. Honker took a little longer. She could understand that, though it still made her snicker.
Gosalyn was no naive girl, the way Honker's hand settled on her head, she knew. She had seen enough magazines to know what Honker was hoping for, what he wanted; Launchpad was good at hiding the ones he kept but not very good at hiding the ones he threw out. She had recoiled at the thought reflexively but then she decided to at least try. It would be good practice.
She lowered her head, bringing her beak closer. The more she thought about it the stronger the tingling sensation between her thighs; to do something so forbidden in such a place. Gosalyn sighed through here nostrils allowing her beak to to touch then against her friend’s dick. Down the shaft, then up, nudging the head. At first she held her breath but allowed herself to breath in the scent on the second stroke. It was not unpleasant, just 'different'; …show more content…
I couldn’t…” apology. Mad as she was, what held her attention the five inches of hard as a rock dick in front of here. The first she’d seen him stay hard after blowing his load twice in one night.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Gosalyn mumbled.
She cast glance to her communicator watch as she wiped Honker’s spend from her beak. Their time was up. They had been hanging around the arcade for twenty minutes now.
"We better get back on patrol before dad blows a gasket." she said, already on her feet and getting her costume back in order. Honker was still trying to stutter out an apology.
Skirt tugged down, hat and gloves on, and gear in place; she was ready in two minutes. Honker took a little longer. She could understand that, though it still made her snicker.