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"Damn, dude -- !" Wendell grins ear to ear. Tail waving behind him. Tracing a digit along the length of their cock, slowly, and chuckling as a thick drop of pre smears his fingertip. "You're even bigger than I thought you'd be...!"

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"Hey! We've got a few minutes before the storm starts closing in. You wanna' help me out with something...?" Wendell grins. Dropping his shorts and casually showing off his cock. Swaying his hips a little to make it move. Raising a brow. "Been feeling pent-up all day."

Wendell doesn't mind if his squad gets cum all over him while they're "practicing". Working their cocks so well that they shoot all over his muzzle, tongue, and chest makes him feel like he did a good job! Besides -- they all need a little stress relief between matches, right?

"Dude, we gotta' focus on the match! We gotta' get moving and get some ammo and..." ᵖˡᵃᵖ, ᵖˡᵃᵖ, ᵖˡᵃᵖ ! "Oh fuck -- heh, okay, okay, just -- one more round. Quick, okay? Then we gotta'..." Wendell moans as they start bucking harder... "Fuuuuck...."

Wendell didn't know what his duo partner meant, when he suggested they should help each other out between rounds. But now? He's pounding hard into his hot hole. His hands on his curvy hips. Rutting. Thrusting. Again and again. -- he could get used to this kind of team-building!

It's just an idea -- he's just saying -- but if him and his duo partner were to fuck and get off before the match started, then they'd be less distracted when they actually got to all the fighting, right? Wendell's tail is wagging. ...seems like he really likes this idea!

Wendell and his duo partner won the match! All they needed was some proper incentive! And what was the promise he'd made, to drive them to victory? Well -- Wendell promised they could fuck as much as they wanted, after their victory! Hands. Mouth. Hole. It's all on the table!

Wendell has been doing so bad in these last few matches! He needs a new duo partner. Someone with accuracy. Patience. A keen eye. Speed. A good driver. Maybe some charm and good looks. A nice cock. Balls. Libido to match his... ...wait, maybe that's why he's been so distracted.

Wendell sighs. Rubbing the back of his head and frowning. "Man -- I haven't won a round in like...forever." He folds his arms across his chest and shifts on the back of his feet. "What am I doing wrong...?"

"Okay, okay. Don't get too crazy or anything, I'm just thinking out loud here, but..." Wendell has a goofy grin on his muzzle. "What if instead of drinking the slurp from the potions, y'know, in your mouth, you...y'know..." His smirk grows more. Tail wagging a bit...!

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