Freki reveled in the plethora of scents and tastes available to him. It was almost as enjoyable as the chain of wasp-women he'd gone through earlier. But not quite - few things could stand on equal footing with a fun time such as that, after all. When he finally got ZZzzinja off it surprised him just how<span style="font-style: italic">hard</span>she came, the canine struggling a bit to keep up with each of her successive orgasms, but feeling rather pleased with himself at having gotten such a reaction out of her. Even if he wasn't entirely sure whom her last comment  was directed at he chose to believe it was him rather just his shaft. But then, he wasn't terrible hurt even if it was directed at his cock. It was a part of his body he was rather proud of, and any compliment to it was an indirect compliment to his own ego.<br/><br/>He doesn't move from the 69 position, rather enjoying it and figuring that ZZzzinja might be displeased to wake up in any other position. He was tired, anyways, and set his muzzle gently against the wasp-woman's wet slit, drifting off to sleep as well before very long.