Tails keeps eating out her pussy and ass.

Tails was gone. Tails was lost. Tails was relentless...

Nothing but raw, carnal lust fueled him now. His small body pressed hungrily against Vanilla’s backside, his nose buried deep in the valley of her plush, jiggling MILF ass. The moment her thick thighs trembled, the moment he felt her body tremble against him, he knew he had her. She wasn’t fighting him off. She wasn’t telling him to stop. She was gripping the stove for dear life, her plump MILF ass shaking, her breath ragged as he devoured her. His tongue worked her like a man starved, dragging up and down, swirling through the folds of her dripping, seasoned cunt, then lifting higher to swipe across her tight, clenching asshole. His tongue plunged deep into her dripping folds, the hot, wet heat of her pussy coating his muzzle, her juices clinging to his fur. He flicked, swirled, teased, every motion sending a fresh shudder through the towering bunny.

The taste of her sent shudders through his body. It was so rich, so thick, like a forbidden nectar that only a mature, experienced woman could possess. He groaned against her, the vibrations of his voice buzzing through her pussy as he alternated between lapping up her juices and teasing the sensitive ring of her ass, flicking, swirling, pushing in just the tip of his tongue before pulling back.

Vanilla trembled. Her legs wobbled, her knees weak, her fingers gripping the edge of the stove for dear life. “Ahh T-Tails, oh my g-god…!” she gasped, her ears twitching violently as waves of pleasure coursed through her sensitive, neglected holes. “Oh, fuck! T-Tails- ahh y-you can’t, honey, I—” She tried to form words, to resist, but her voice broke into a moan, her entire body quaking as the little fox ate her out like a starving beast. His nose pressed to her pucker, his tongue diving deep, swirling inside her tight, clean ring, stretching her, teasing her.

He was so frantic, so needy, so ravenous. A young, virile femboy burying himself between her MILF thighs, feasting like he was made for this, like she was meant to be devoured. Vanilla’s breath hitched, her hands trembling as she tried to muster some kind of resistance. “T-Tails—ahh~ w-we shouldn’t—y-you’re with Cream—o-oh, f-fuck, I'm.... mph, Vector's...!” But her voice betrayed her. For every weak protest, her body melted further into his touch. She arched her back, offering more to the hungry little fox. Her hips twitched, pressing into his devouring mouth each time his tongue plunged deeper.

Her massive futa cock, once relaxed and dangling like a sleeping beast, was now rising, stiffening, thick veins pulsing with each stroke of his tongue. His delicate paws, soft and so eager, reached forward, gripping her massive futa cock, marveling at its sheer size. It was heavy....Thick.... Veiny.... An absolute monster...

His fingers wrapped around it, barely able to encompass the girth, feeling it throb, pulse, grow. It swelled in his grip, rising, hardening, the weight of it astounding as his fingers stroked up the silken shaft, rubbing over the flared tip, his thumb smearing the first bead of pre that had begun to form. So huge. So heavy. So powerful. He stroked it, both paws struggling to grip its sheer girth, his fingers massaging over the ridged veins, tracing up to the slick, flared tip, already drooling thick drops of pre.

Vanilla shuddered violently, her legs barely holding her up now. Her body was like Jell-O in his hands, trembling so easily to his touch. “Ahh T-Tails w-we can’t, ohh god, fuck, yes, k-keep going...” Her words stumbled, her mind shattered between logic and overwhelming, taboo pleasure. Her long floppy ears flapping around as she rolled her head around. “You’re with Cream, honey, you h-ahh, you’re so young! A-And I...” Her voice hitched, another deep, needy moan slipping past her lips. “I-I’m with Vector! He, ohhhh, he’ll be so mad...” She couldn't reason herself one way or the other to make him stop or keep going

Her mind was telling her no, to stop this. But her body told a different story. Her hips rocked back against his tongue, seeking more, her ass like pudding, molding against his muzzle as she willingly spread her thighs further apart. Her cock twitched violently in his paws, growing to full length, dripping, her body betraying every last word that left her lips. Her bunny instincts, her reproductive nature, her breeding urges, they were taking over. Vanilla was a mother, a mature woman a respectable lady.... But at the end of the day, she was still a rabbit. And rabbits were made for breeding.

“Ahhh T-Tails, baby... oh my God-” Her entire body trembled, her thighs squeezing around his head, every muscle in her curvy, luscious body shaking as his tongue swirled inside her asshole, his paws stroking her cock, his lips suckling at her pucker like he was starved for her. She was so close to giving in—so close to letting him take her completely.

Until she turned her head back again and movement caught her eye. From here, she could still see the front door and the windows on it, and from this vantage point she could see the reflection of the stairs in the window. Vector was slowly walking down, still drying off with a towel. His heavy footsteps, slow and steady, his muscular body making its way toward the kitchen, completely unaware of what was happening just beyond his sight. Her heart pounded violently, her body snapping back to reality in an instant.

'Oh shit! Shit shit shit-' .... Her ears twitched wildly, her pupils shrinking, her face burning hot. Vector was about to walk in on his girlfriend getting her ass eaten out by her daughter’s femboy boyfriend. She had seconds to act...

Possible actions for Vanilla next

Take a quick drastic action to hide Tails in the closest spot available nearby...

Take a quick hungry action to hide Tails. (not yet written)

Try to hide him behind her large plump ass and hop the apron covers her and him enough as she blocks him from view. (not yet written)

Push Tails away, exposing him still with his naked body, throbbing cocks and wet face as Vector walks in to her flustered. (not yet written)

Do nothing... and let Vector walk in on them like this. (not yet written)