My Steamy Story: Rouge the bat and knuckles go to their b...

My Story Time:

Okay, so spill the tea, bestie. I, Rouge the Bat, had been low-key thirsty for Knuckles' big, strong hands for AGES. We finally ditched Silver and Blaze—who were giving off major sus vibes in the living room, ngl—and I dragged his fine ass into our bedroom. No cap, I was feeling my main character energy.

I pushed him back onto the bed, his red fur so soft against the sheets. "My turn, big guy," I purred, and I did a little striptease just for him, sliding out of my bodysuit until I was just in my lacy black bra and panties. His eyes were glued to me, sheesh. I crawled on top of him, straddling his thick waist, and guided his hands to my tits. "Go on," I whispered, and oh my god, the way his rough fingers squeezed and kneaded my breasts through the lace… I arched my back, a moan slipping out as he found my nipples, hard and aching.

And from the other room? We could totally hear Silver and Blaze getting a little too comfortable, their own moans mixing with ours. The whole vibe was just… iconic. I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear. "Sounds like we're not the only ones finishing what we started, huh?" Knuckles just grunted and pulled me closer, and honestly? Period. Slay.