[It's true, Dualscar has a nice chest. All those sweeps of swimming have left it well developed and heavy with muscle.]
[He keeps making the whale sound, a noise that is more felt than heard, the vibrations almost out of audible range. It's a sound that only seadwellers can make, and if he gets loud enough with it, it vibrates hard enough to break bones. But he has no intention of doing that, keeping it soft and easy, all pleasure and no pain.]
[While the Psiioniic paws at his chest and dances with his tongue, Dualscar pushes his tunic pants down, over his hips and flat ass, exposing him to the air. It takes a lot of willpower, but he doesn't immediately thrust up at him, despite how his bulge is straining in the confines of his pants, alternately coiling and lashing back and forth.]
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[He keeps making the whale sound, a noise that is more felt than heard, the vibrations almost out of audible range. It's a sound that only seadwellers can make, and if he gets loud enough with it, it vibrates hard enough to break bones. But he has no intention of doing that, keeping it soft and easy, all pleasure and no pain.]
[While the Psiioniic paws at his chest and dances with his tongue, Dualscar pushes his tunic pants down, over his hips and flat ass, exposing him to the air. It takes a lot of willpower, but he doesn't immediately thrust up at him, despite how his bulge is straining in the confines of his pants, alternately coiling and lashing back and forth.]