[ She reaches past him with her other hand to open one of the drawers in the vanity, digging around all the way into the back. Turns out it comes in handy to keep some lubed condoms around in this town, especially when you're an emotionally fractured beauty on a rampage for distraction and endorphins. She doesn't need excuses or good decisions. She just needs to need. She gives him a squeeze, looking sweetly self-satisfied at the noises he makes. She's talking low, smokey as she opens the little foil and spreads the rubber over him, ]
You'll see, sweetheart. Wrap it up yer forearm an' give it a good, hard pull.
[ So he should get out of her way and let her put her hands down on the vanity, the mirror reflecting back this mess. But with her tail curling and swaying and her ass out, it's obvious to what benefit a little tail yanking might be. ]
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You'll see, sweetheart. Wrap it up yer forearm an' give it a good, hard pull.
[ So he should get out of her way and let her put her hands down on the vanity, the mirror reflecting back this mess. But with her tail curling and swaying and her ass out, it's obvious to what benefit a little tail yanking might be. ]