The summer heat was unbearable. Small sweat drops formed on Cynder's head, only to be wiped away by her paw, but the re-appearing on the exact some area. The little gusts of summer wind provided some escape from the intense heat, but died away just as quickly as it came.
Cynder released the grip on the balcony and headed back inside, where she was greeted cooler temperatures a musky smell. "Dame this heat-wave," she muttered and flopped down next Spyro, who was reclining on a few cushions, his penis bobbing in the air.
"Yeah, I know right. It feels like we're being cooked in a oven," Spyro said, wiping away some sweat from his fore-head as well. He gave his member a few strokes, causing pre to dot the tip of the organ.
"Do you really have to do that around me?" Cynder complained.
"Well, you can help me," Spyro suggested, grinning.
Cynder's only response was to throw a cushion into his direction, hitting him full in the face.
"We should go out to swim," Cynder suggested, rising to her paws.
Spyro raised an eyebrow, throwing the cushion aside. "Swimming? Doesn't sound like a bad idea."
"Should we invite the rest of the gang?" Cynder asked.
"If you want to," Spyro said, yawning and stretching, causing his member to stand stiffly in the air.
"Well, let's go then," Cynder said, heading towards the door.
"I'll be there in a minute," Spyro said, beginning to jerk his penis.
Cynder rolled her eyes in irritation, and let go of the doorknob. "You're really going to make me do this?" Cynder said, walking towards Spyro.
Spyro didn't say anything, but only grinned at Cynder. She sighed and grabbed a hold of Spyro's bobbing member, and began stroking.
"A dragon always gets its day," Spyro moaned, but then yelp in pain as Cynder flicked him on his balls. "Sush, you. I want to go swimming, not spend the hole day pleasuring you," Cynder said hotly.
Spyro only grunted and let Cynder do her work.