Tails resists and walks away.

Rouge tilted her head as Tails fumbled with his words, watching the panic ripple across his cute face. She had him on the hook, she could feel it. Every twitch of his sheath, every nervous flick of his tails, told her his body wanted nothing more than to drop those drinks and dive between her thighs.

But then... he surprised her.

“I’m sorry, Rouge... I can’t,” he said, ears folding back. His voice cracked, but there was a steel edge buried in it. “Cream and Vanilla are waiting for me.”

Rouge’s pout was dramatic, her wings drooping as if wounded. She leaned forward on her towel, tits hanging heavy and glistening in the sunlight, and gave him one last wicked grin. She pulled her top down, breasts spilling completely free, nipples hard and slick with lotion. “Are you sure, sugar? You really don’t want these... nice and close?” She pushed them together, a soft slap of sweaty flesh against sweaty flesh, her eyes glowing green and hungry.

Tails’ eyes bulged. His hands clenched tighter on the drinks, the cups trembling as his face flushed red. A thin trickle of blood dripped from his nose, and his sheath gave up the fight, two cocks poking out half way, twitching in the sun, thick and glistening already. His breath came in gasps, stuttered and ragged, but still he shook his head.

“I... I-I can’t... I’m sorry...” He turned quick, tails whipping behind him, ears burning as he hurried away, clutching the drinks like a lifeline. His steps quickened, his face a mess of blush and sweat, trying to keep his cocks from bouncing too much as he moved. The sight of Cream and Vanilla further down the beach gave him focus, and he rushed toward them, panting hard as he did one of the hardest things he ever had to do in life... Resist that.

Rouge sat back, her tits heaving as she let out a low, frustrated laugh. “Mmm... stubborn little fox...” Her tongue rolled over her fangs as she watched the sway of his tails and the twitch of those cocks he was trying so desperately to hide.