The weasel murrs and closes his eyes while he feels your toung against his chest cleaning off your seed, suddenly though his mind is brought back as he feels your tail slide around and grip his waste line, his cock, still hard rubbs against it as he is lifted making him shiver a little. He gazed into your wide open maw, observing the row of teeth and the large opening in the back, his eyes wide. “I guess this is it then?” he asked timidly.