The Unseen Squeak of Pleasure

The room echoes with the soft rustling of the mouse costume as she moves, the scent of her arousal a stark contrast to the innocent facade of the costume. Her fingers dance over her clit, circling and rubbing, her other hand squeezing her nipples through the costume. She imagines the sensation of a hard cock inside her, the costume's tail brushing against her asshole, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She cries out as she comes, the costume's ears flopping with the force of her orgasm, her juices soaking the costume's crotch.

• costume
• mouse

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