Lynn meanwhile, leaves a small note pinned outside the tent that they'll be doing preliminary scouting, but by the sounds from the tent, audible even to Kill in her bloated ballsack, it doesn't seem like they'll be going anywhere for a while. She buttons up her top, leaving her pants off so her lower organs can swing freely.<br/>"Now, teasing you said? It's not something I'm familair with, but anything to remedy for you, Kill."<br/>She clears her throat, rubbing the end of her cock with one hand, and pinching your cheek as she spots your face pushing out against her balls.<br/>"Maybe I'll keep you in there from now on; I've always wanted my own little pet slut. Moan a little louder for me in there..."