The second time the gun fell from her hands, the creature immediately began to pull her away from them, causing his dick to shift against her crotch, only a thin layer of clothing seperating her dampening nethers from the bulbous, bumpy glans.  With her guns out of the way, the creature began to more actively attempt to strip her, making sure to rub his dick impatiently against her pants, the length rubbing at the join between her legs, likely stimulating her, but for the frog demon, it was for its own pleasure.  It was impatient, something that may cost it its life it wasn't careful.  It didn't hold her hands after all, more interested in dragging her away towards the orb, and attempting to pull her out of her clothing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>