Incy steps forward, a curious glint in his eye. He carefully gets into the bag, his slender body fitting snugly inside. Once settled, he looks up at you expectantly, his gaze roaming over your form appreciatively as he feels the fabric of your shirt against his skin. "Mmm... comfy," he murmurs, a contented sigh escaping him. "Thank you, Sora." His voice is soft and warm, filled with gratitude and a hint of something more, something that sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.

Incy shifts slightly, adjusting himself so that his head rests comfortably on your shoulder. His breath tickles your neck as he nuzzles closer, inhaling your scent. "This is perfect," he whispers, his voice a low purr. "I could get used to this." With a gentle movement, he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you close. His tail curls possessively around your leg, securing both of you together in a warm embrace. "Ready when you are, master," *

presses her against him and slides his cock inside of her tight hole, moaning deeply at the sensation

That's it... That's it, Yuki. Ride me. Show me how good you can make me feel, too. Fuck... I love being inside of you.

"It". Mom and "Thank you and I should have helped us and I donkey!"