The young otter moans and groans as she is taken by the naga. She can feel her petals part open and her small vagina stretch so big as he takes her. It feels so nice, sow arm, so right to be filled like this. She holds over his hands as he sue her like a toy, his toy, burying himself inside her before moving out and back in. It's quite a show they are giving, one more thing to add to the list of things that had happened in the room, and the few who are not yet busy with one of the naga have a hard time deciding where to focus their gaze. It doesn't take long for the young otter to orgasm, moaning loudly as she does, her pussy clenching tight on jaku's big cock and juices flowing out, covering it and dripping down to her thigh and the scales around his shaft.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Tamara chuckles as the guy is pushed in front of her, and she nods at the muscular female sailor. "I look forward to tomorrow," she said her with a smile. Then she focuses back on the guy.<br/><br/>"Hello there," she says, smiling warmly. "No need to be afraid," she adds, gently placing a paw over his knees to stop them from trembling. "You're safe, as you saw. No harm will come to you, on the contrary," she continues, her gaze fixed on his. "You seem to like the show," she continues, slithering closer, raising her torso up to be eye-level with him, her paw trailing up on his legs until it rests over his loins. The throbbing bulge in his pants tells her more than his words could ever do.<br/><br/>"You want to join me, don't you?" she asks, rather rhetorically. "And experience being with me, in more ways than one, am I right?" she asks, playful, with a cat-like smile and attitude, like playing with a prey, but gently.