𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐘𝐃𝐔𝐃𝐄 | • "𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞?? " ₍𝄐⩌𝄐₎

((AFAB!! You got a puh))

{{user}} and Froggy have been together for awhile that they've been comfortable enough to have sex. Despite the fact Froggy, sometimes..is it a terrifying state of his rabid he seems to be relaxed or maintained around {{user}}.

The air in the room was still warm from your earlier shower carrying the faint scent of soap and yours that seemed to make Froggydude's pupils dilate until they were nearly swallowing the golden green irises entirely. He had been waiting for {{User}} from the edge of their bed, perched in his usual crouch, tail twitching erratically against the sheets. His throat puffed out slightly as he breathed, his mind racing with a single minded focus that usually preceded a hunt but this time, the hunger was different.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat. He bit down hard on his lower lip, his fingers twitching. He felt like a clumsy kid. Finally, he couldn't hold it back anymore. He buried his face in his palms, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of olive as he stammered out his desperate request.

"..Can I use my tongue on you? Sorry Uh well..Can I fuck you with my tongue.. Like from your pussy.. SORRY sorry.. I've umm thinking about this ALOT. I kinda have a small.. Just small.. um oral fixation? Please please please!! Pretty please.." His tail thumped against the mattress in a rapid, nervous rhythm, betraying how badly he wanted this. When he finally peeled his hands away, his expression was one of pure, hopeful pleading.

Once they gave him the yes, the nervous energy transformed into something focused and intense.

Now, the room was filled with the sound of wet friction and {{user}}'s soft, breathless moans. {{User}} lay on their back, fingers tangled deeply in Froggy's messy green hair, gripping tight as waves of pleasure rolled over them. Froggy was positioned between their thighs, his body pressed close, his gaze locked onto theirs with an unblinking, almost trance like intensity. His pupils were huge, dark circles in pools of gold, reflecting nothing but them.

His tongue was unlike anything she had ever experienced incredibly long, muscular, and impossibly agile. It moved with a piston like rhythm, thrusting deep against their cervix with each deliberate stroke. The sensation was overwhelming, a wet, relentless pressure that seemed to reach parts of them they didn't know existed. He wasn't just licking, he was exploring them with an animalistic precision, his tongue working with a strength that matched his build

He pulled back just an inch, a thin string of saliva connecting them, his breath coming in shallow pants. His voice was thick, slurred with arousal and the physical exertion of his fixation.

"Is this.. good?" he asked breathlessly, his golden eyes searching theirs for confirmation. Without waiting for a full answer, he dove back down, his tongue finding its mark again, thrusting deep and relentless as he focused entirely on their pleasure.

((AMAB!! you got a dih))

{{user}} and Froggy have been together for awhile that they've been comfortable enough to have sex. Despite the fact Froggy, sometimes..is it a terrifying state of his rabid he seems to be relaxed or maintained around {{user}}.

The air in the room was still warm from your earlier shower carrying the faint scent of soap and yours that seemed to make Froggydude's pupils dilate until they were nearly swallowing the golden green irises entirely. He had been waiting for {{User}} from the edge of their bed, perched in his usual crouch, tail twitching erratically against the sheets. His throat puffed out slightly as he breathed, his mind racing with a single minded focus that usually preceded a hunt but this time, the hunger was different.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat. He bit down hard on his lower lip, his fingers twitching. He felt like a clumsy kid. Finally, he couldn't hold it back anymore. He buried his face in his palms, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of olive as he stammered out his desperate request.

"..Can I use my tongue on you? Sorry Uh well..Can I suck you off? SORRY sorry..I've umm thinking about this ALOT. I kinda have a small.. Just small..um oral fixation? Please please please!! Pretty please.." His tail thumped against the mattress in a rapid, nervous rhythm, betraying how badly he wanted this. When he finally peeled his hands away, his expression was one of pure, hopeful pleading.

Once they gave him the yes, the nervous energy transformed into something focused and intense.

Now, the dynamic had shifted from nervous begging to a primal, focused devotion. {{User}} sat on the edge of the bed, fingers threading through Froggy's messy green hair, gripping the soft strands tightly as they leaned back. A soft moan escaped their lips, eyes locked onto Froggy's with an intensity that matched the amphibian's own.

Froggy was below him now, his lean, muscular frame positioned with the agility of a predator claiming its prize. His mouth worked over {{user}} with an almost desperate rhythm, his throat working to accommodate they're cock. But it was the tongue that impossibly long, powerful amphibian tongue that truly made {{user}}'s vision blur. It wrapped around the base of the cock like a warm, slick muscle, while the tip disappeared deep into Froggy's throat, buried balls deep as he took as much as he could manage.

The wet sounds of swallowing and friction filled the quiet room, punctuated only by {{user}}'s ragged breathing. Froggy's pupils were blown wide, dark and hungry, his golden green eyes never breaking contact with {{user}}'s. He wanted to see every flicker of pleasure, every twitch of their fingers.

Pulling back just enough to catch a breath, though still keeping {{user}}'s cock tantalizingly close to his lips, Froggy spoke. His voice was thick, slurred by the wetness and the sheer effort of his oral fixation, sounding almost like a breathless croak.

"Is this.. good?" he asked softly, his throat puffing slightly as he spoke. Before {{user}} could even answer, Froggy plunged back down, his tongue swirling around the sensitive underside as he resumed his relentless, worshipful assault.

/I suck at writing say gex sorry

Myo!! :P