Manic and Cream 6

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#139 of Sonic the Hedgehog

Cream is ready for the ultimate creampie from her Manic!

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Doing it while undressed with that rock-hard hedgehog cock rubbing against her thigh brings the experience to a whole 'nother level.

"Yeah," he sighs, his nose rubbing up against hers. "So, like, I could get all up in there with the poetry if you'd like."

Cream's breath comes out in huffs, but she chuckles slightly and kisses that nose. "Sorry, stud, but the time to woo me has passed. I'm already here, legs spread, begging for that dick of yours."

"Oh, right," he says, snickering, kissing her shoulder and collar. "Guess that's right. Let's see...."

He shifts, lining up his dick and pushing forward. That cock of his, so warm, pliable, stiff, and twitching, slides up her thigh and to her pelvis, just beyond the entrance, brushing over her fur.

Cream huffs, puffing out her cheeks, closing her eyes. When she exhales, it comes with a quick "thank everything you're so hot...."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

Her hands slide off his back and down his body, giving his butt a playful squeeze. It's squishy and not bad at all, but not what she's after.

Her fingers find their way to that probing dick, wrapping around it. "Here, let me help," she coos.

"H... huh? Oh, yeah." He says, kissing the other side of her neck. "Thanks, babe."

"No, problem," she sighs, her eyes closed, using her fingers and fur to judge the position of his dick, sliding it down over her dyed fur and maintained bush, and past it to those glistening folds.

Once that cock head feels the entrance, all bets are off. He pushes forward, sinking himself into her.

She gasps, eyes fluttering, head tilting back, giving him more opportunity to kiss and nuzzle against her.

That length of his slides into her, spreading her walls, which wrap around it, fitting him snuggly within. She slides her hands back up to his back, avoiding his quills as her fingers grip him. She hisses, sighs, shudders, and whines, letting that feeling of pure fulfillment take her.

He slowly feels her out, pushing in a way before pulling back, pushing back in, but deeper this time. "Fu... fuck," he sighs, his hands, fumbling about, find their way to her shoulders, pushing her down. "So nice..."

"Y... yeah," she says, staring at him with half-lidded eyes. "But don't worry about breaking me. I'm not some precious flower, you know."

He looks at her with a half-groggy expression, his brows furrowing as the blood flows further down between his legs. "Right, gotcha!" he says, and he pulls back, his head almost falling out between her legs, but she grips as hard as she can to keep him in.

He pushes forward, thrusting into her, pulling and pumping back in.

The bed squeaks and creaks, and she wraps her legs around him, her humming and moaning filling the air, throwing her head back, pushing her tits up against his chest, their bodies rubbing together as he thrusts over and over into her. There's no more planning or prepping. There's no more tricking or deceiving. There is only the waves of pleasure thumping through their bodies. There is only the warmth within, squeezing that shaft. There is only that length, spreading and filling, pressing and rubbing against sensitive locations, sending shocks of delight up inside, filling an emptiness that hadn't been there before but will undoubtedly return.

Her voice vibrates with each thrust, almost as if he were playing her like an instrument. His satisfied grin never leaves his face as he takes in all the delights of her body, but soon, he finds another use for his mouth, pressing his lips up against hers.

She returns the kiss, squeezing his body close to hers, keeping him close, daring him to never ever let go.

They ride the edge for what seems like forever but also far too quickly as they slow and speed up, teasing each other until the final moment of release comes, the two of them moaning into each other's mouths, warm climax escaping from him, weakening his legs, making him collapse upon her. She tightens around him, crying out into his mouth and then collapsing back onto the bed.

He pulls out from her, rolling and letting his cock ooze out slightly onto the bed.

She is sprawled out, dripping from between her legs where that creampie remains. It's a consequence for another day, but one she is quite happy to entertain. For now, though, she finds herself wrapping her arm around him, pulling him in close, and stroking his hair all. At the same time, he breathes regularly, dispersed with intermittent chuckles.

"Heh, I hope I was more brilliant than stars for you tonight,"

She rolls her eyes, biting her lip, the truth is just about to slip, but she lets it go. "Still trying to woo me after cumming inside?"

"Oh shit, I did?" He pauses, chuckling, "Fuck yeah, I did."

"Fuck yeah," Cream responds, kissing his forehead.

Some time has passed, and Manic lays on the bed, gently snoring without care. Cream, meanwhile, sits on the edge, gripping onto the mattress. She takes a deep breath and looks back over her shoulder toward him, a ghost of a smile over her face. The bunny hops off and walks over to where her clothes were discarded, and she shimmies back into her things.