Yes! No issues.

Skitter quickly winded, turned, and slid into he usual crevices to make it back to her home. A deep underground shack cramped with loot, some useful, others useless. There was enough space for three twin sized beds. For eleven people. Skitter, her pale red headed mate, and their children. Now only down to ten as their child was taken to be a cock sleeve at best.

The first person to greet Skitter was of course her mate, Rose. Stacked with lean muscle. Their big breasts mashed together as she leaned in for a sloppy wet kiss, their hands groping around their bodies.

Being the bottom of the relationship, Rose immediately went down and pulled off Skitter's bottom rags to start gagging on her dick. Skitter let out a primal gutteral growl of pleasure as she said, "Good... Girl."

Talking was hard on your people. Generations like this made your culture and language deteriorate as time went on. But you could easily communicate in other ways. Sex was certainly a good form of communication.

The daughters were fast asleep for the time being, no doubt after a while of sex through the "night" for it was always dark in the old city, so it would be just you two for a while. Plenty of ways to pass the time...