Don stood at the edge of the bed, tugging the zipper of his pants into place with a faint metallic **zip**.
Just a few feet away, Trixie was sitting on the edge of the dresser again, her legs swinging back and forth lazily. Each playful kick caused the hem of her skirt to flick upward, offering teasing glimpses of her panties that she was undoubtedly aware of.
She rested her cheek in her palm, her pout exaggerated for effect. "Are you sure you don't want to do some more… exploring?" She offered in a voice full of mock innocence, her pink tail flicking mischievously behind her.
Don exhaled through his nose, turning to face her fully after zipping up his pants. "Nope." His tone was flat, dismissive. "You were already loud enough with your throat stuffed full of cock. I don't want to risk it."
