She kissed Ronnie sweetly, pressing breath into him the same way she did with us, slow and gentle. Sure enough, a smooth, orange shaft grew and curved against my hip, Ronnie trembling in our arms as it appeared. With sensitivity like that, I could hardly be blamed for giving it a curious stroke, could I? A high-pitched squeak, like a dog toy being squished, echoed all around us. Ronnie whimpered into Poppy’s mouth at the sensation.and a moment later, she tilted her head back with a little hiss, though there was no real upset behind it. “Dammit. I just got out of heat!” Keane chuckled behind
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