Tails gets up and sneaks over to the kitchen

Tails sat on the couch, his fingers curling and uncurling around the bouquet of roses, the box of chocolates resting on his lap. But no matter how tightly he held onto the gifts, his thoughts slipped away, drawn irresistibly towards the kitchen, towards her. Vanilla’s humming drifted through the house, a sweet, soothing melody that carried with it the faintest trace of seduction. Each note teased at his senses, each soft hum wrapping around his mind, tugging him towards the source. His heart thudded heavily in his chest, his breath hitching as he imagined her moving about, her luscious body swaying with every step, every turn.

His resolve crumbled. 'Just a peek'... 'just to see her face', he told himself, though he knew deep down that his intentions were far from innocent. Quietly, he slid off the couch, his paws barely making a sound as he tiptoed towards the kitchen doorway, leaving the flower and chocolates behind. His fluffy tails swished nervously behind him, a manifestation of his excitement and fear of getting caught.

He reached the edge of the doorway, pressing himself against the wall as he cautiously peeked around the corner. His heart skipped a beat. There she was... Vanilla, the embodiment of every forbidden desire he had ever harbored. Her back was to him, her voluptuous figure outlined perfectly by the thin dress that clung to her body. Her big floppy ears hanging down. Over the dress, she wore a simple apron, but it did little to hide her ample curves. In fact, the fabric seemed to hug every enticing swell and dip of her form. Vanilla bent over the stove, stirring a pot with graceful, practiced movements. Her massive breasts pressed against the apron, threatening to spill out from the sides, the outline of her nipples visible through the thin fabric. But it was when she leaned over the table to grab a seasoning that Tails' eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat.

She wasn’t wearing any panties... His gaze was drawn downward, tracing the curve of her thick, plush ass, the fur soft and inviting, her bare cheeks jiggling with every movement. His heart raced, his mouth going dry as his eyes traveled lower. Her smooth, pink pussy was completely exposed, the delicate lips slightly parted, glistening softly in the kitchen light. Below that, her heavy, pendulous balls swayed gently with her movements, leading his eyes to the pièce de résistance... her massive futa cock, hanging thick and proud between her thighs.

It was a masterpiece of lust, long and veiny, the head bulbous as it swung with her every motion. Even soft, it looked huge. Tails could barely breathe, his eyes glued to the way her cock and balls shifted as she moved, the subtle bounce of her cheeks as she continued her humming, blissfully unaware of her voyeur. He pressed himself against the wall, his face burning with shame and desire. "Oh Chaos... she's perfect..." he thought, his body responding to the tantalizing sight. His tails flicked nervously, brushing against the wall as he struggled to control himself. He knew it was wrong, Cream was his girlfriend, her mother was off-limits... but his thoughts were beyond salvation, lost in the curves and secrets of Vanilla’s perfect body.

His eyes darted up as Vanilla straightened, stretching her arms above her head, her body arching sensually as she let out a satisfied sigh. The thin dress rose dangerously high, exposing more of her thighs and the soft crease where her ass met her legs. Tails’ heart raced, his body trembling as he watched her sway, completely enthralled. He knew he should leave, knew he should go back to the couch before she caught him spying. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away, his body frozen as the forbidden temptation continued to play out before him.

The options will be.

Stay there watching and risk getting caught?

Go into the kitchen and see Vanilla?

Go back to the couch?