You want to shout out in protest but have no time before your Nickit's balls roll over you, muffling any attempt to speak as you're smothered under the musky orbs. The pheromone laden scent of his malehood floods your lungs, sparking reactions across your body you didn't know how to deal with or process as you're completely overwhelmed. Your mind juggles between attemptiing to escape and desperately trying to justify to itself why this sudden intense arousal towards the fox wasn't the real thing.
Nicky wasn't much better off in that department. Hiding you beneath his balls was proving a bad idea as your every shift and squirm sent jolts of pleasure through his privates. It was giving him a lot of new ideas on how he could use you later but in the meantime he needed to make sure whoever slammed the door didn't walk in on him with an erection.
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